Page 17 of Possessing Paisley

“Kieran, it’s fine.”

He stares at me, his jaw flexing and his eyes lit with rage. “It’s not fucking fine, Paisley. Real men don’t fucking cheat on their women. He’s dead.”

I don’t have a chance to argue because a couple walks up to us and starts talking to Kieran. It takes me a moment before I realize it’s the CEO and his wife. Shit.

“John, I’m sure you already know Paisley. She’s one of your firm’s top account managers. She’s also my woman.”

Something flickers in John’s gaze. A couple of things, actually. The first is that this is the first time he’s heard my name. And second, he knows he fucked up for not knowing it. Especially since Kieran just claimed me as his.

“Right, Paisley. It’s nice to meet you in person finally.” John smiles and holds out his hand, and then his wife does the same thing, greeting me kindly.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” I say. “This is a beautiful party.”

Kieran wraps his arm around me again, making it obvious that he’s claiming me. Or pretending to claim me, at least.

“Paisley was at the top of her class in college and has been working for your company for almost two years. It’s really a shame you haven’t gotten her working directly with you yet. She’d be a real asset.”

I shoot Kieran a look, trying to hint that he should shut the hell up. His only response is a gentle squeeze. Cocky bastard.

John swallows and nods. “It is a shame. One I’ll definitely be rectifying. It was nice meeting you, Paisley. I’ll be in touch soon.”

When John and his wife saunter away, I reach under Kieran’s tux jacket and pinch his side. Well, I try to anyway. The man has no fat on his body so getting a hold of skin is a challenge. And he doesn’t even freaking wince.

“Little girls who pinch and elbow their Daddies get their bottoms spanked with his belt.”

I let out a gasp. It’s hard to breathe. Why is he having such an effect on me right now? And why is he calling himself Daddy? I don’t need to envision Kieran as my Daddy. Not now, not ever, and definitely not when I’m in my bed with my vibrator tonight.

Then, he turns his face down to look at me and winks. Fucking winks at me!

“You’re really enjoying this. So proud of yourself right now, huh?”

He laughs, deep and rich. For a brief second, I forget that I’m irritated with him. My chest warms, and I grin at him. Most of the time, he’s so serious and stoic, but the tiny glimpses of the real Kieran he’s shown me are a special treat.

“I didn’t want to come tonight, but this is turning out to be the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

For some reason, that statement makes me sad. Kieran is usually pretty serious, but I’ve seen him smiling and laughing when he’s around Chloe, Cali, and Scarlet. And surely, he has fun at other times. Right?

“I’m also going to have fun when I torture your ex before I kill him. Thatwillbe a good time.”

Um. What? He didn’t mean it when he said he was going to murder him. Right? That would be crazy. Although, if Kieran is anything like the stories I’ve heard about Bash, Killian, and Declan, I might need toconsider that he’s totally serious right now.

“You don’t need to kill him. He’ll get his karma. I’m sure it won’t be long before she’s cheating on him with someone hotter like he did to me.”

If storm clouds could appear over Kieran’s head, they would be booming with thunder. Slowly and deliberately, he leans down and hooks a finger under my chin, then moves until we’re only inches apart.

“If you think that skank is hotter than you, I’m taking you to the eye doctor because there isn’t a single person in here more beautiful than you, Paisley. Fuck! Do you see all these assholes looking at you? I want to kill all of them. And I can tell you that if you were mine, there wouldn’t be a woman on earth I’d ever consider cheating on you with. Real men don’t cheat. You’re a fucking pain in my ass, but you’re a twenty out of ten. Got me?”

7

KIERAN

I’m barely containing my rage. I might look presentable in this suit, but I’m still a monster underneath. The fact that Paisley doubts her beauty because of that skinny weasel makes me want to rip his dick off right here in this room.

The second I saw her in that fuck-me dress tonight, my dick went hard, and it isn’t going down anytime soon. Not with her looking like a dark angel who came straight from heaven.

If she were mine, I wouldn’t have allowed her to wear that dress anywhere but our bedroom. The long black evening gown is snug in all the right places, accentuating her milky tits and the curve of her round ass and wide hips. She’s a wet dream come to life.

She gapes at me, her mouth slack. I can’t resist moving my thumb up to her bottom lip and running it over the plush pad. Her deep shade of lipstick stains my finger, and fuck me, I want those lips to stain my dick too.