When I glanced up at her, she flipped me off mid-stride, her scowl deep and dangerous. She hated the outcome of her interference so much that I now found comfort in her frustration.
Her fate had been sealed, and she played a huge role in that. In an attempt to escape my clutches, she ended up making her situation worse.
And boy, did I love the unexpected turn of events.
I leaned back into the couch, a small, self-satisfied grin tugging at the corners of my mouth.
Chapter 19 — Kiera
I barged into my bedroom and slammed the door so hard it rattled the hinges. “Fuck!” I yelled out in frustration, my heart racing like a galloping horse.
A mix of emotions flooded my mind: anger, frustration, anxiety, and regret. Nial was right. I shouldn’t have gotten involved at all. But in my defense, I was only looking for a way out. I hadn’t found one.
Instead, I’d moved from bad to worse.
The pain of being Nial’s prisoner was nothing compared to the agony of being married to him. The mere thought of it alone made my pulse quicken. I realized that I was bound to this man by blood, and there was nothing I could do to sever that connection.
Any hopes I once had of ever escaping this unscathed were shattered to pieces. This marriage would be the beginning of my torment. Unless I took control of the situation.
But how?
How was I going to take control of something that was bigger than even Nial himself?
Then I remembered he, too, wasn’t in support of this union. He hated it as much as I did. Sure, we were attracted to each other. But that didn’t mean we were compatible for marriage.
We were cut from different cloth; we came from contrasting backgrounds and saw the world our own way. He was a criminal, and my job was to put criminals like him behind bars.
How the fuck were we supposed to coexist?
Maybe if I could talk to him, we could reach an agreement—one beneficial to both of us. If not, we would kill each other even before the baby was born.
I wanted to go down and speak with him, but then stopped myself. I figured it was best to have that conversation later on, after we’d both cooled off. Besides, I needed some time to think—there was a lot on my mind that needed sorting out.
That night, after a cold shower, I changed into a white robe and combed my hair. I even applied some lipstick and spritzed my signature perfume.
I told myself I wasn’t sure why I bothered.
But deep down, I knew the truth.
I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
The marble floor was cool beneath my feet as I made my way to his bedroom. My pulse began racing as I drew closer and closer. I wasn’t sure what the outcome would be, especially because I was already fighting the illicit images in my head.
I raised my hand to knock, but decided at the last second to just barge in without warning. “We need to talk….” My voice trailed off, shocked by the sight before me.
The towel around his waist had slid off as he turned to face me, revealing his erection. He stood before me, stark naked, steam curling off his skin. His hair was wet, droplets glistening across his rigid body.
My gaze traced the lines of his abs through to his dangling cock. And for a second, I zoned out, mesmerized by the sight. I fought to stay focused, but the crazy ideas slithering into my head had me glued.
“Hey,” he called softly, picking up the towel. “Eyes up here.” His fingers pointed at his face as he covered his nakedness.
Only then did I snap out of my thoughts, blinking a few times.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked.
“I came to reason with you.”
He raised his brows, waiting to hear me out.
