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Her lashes lowered and she purred, “Mm, so…many…”

Groaning, I dipped my head and bit the side of her neck, dragging my tongue to her ear. “You’re so beautiful tonight.”

“Mm!” She whimpered, bouncing on her knees, patting her palms to my chest. “Don’t…please, don’t. You were right ending us. We can’t do this.”

“I’m so hard. It fucking hurts because I want you so bad.”

“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip, arching her brows. “We can’t.”

My lips raking along her jawbone, I stared into her eyes, our quickening breaths mingling. “You can wear that ring, you can take his name, but I own your soul. Don’t you ever…forget that, kitten.”

She sagged against the wall, her fingers clutching the lapel of my suit jacket. “Wyatt.”

The way she purred my name sent my insides into a wildfire of lust. Growling, my lips crushed to hers, my tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. She shrieked and arched, her knee rising between my legs to rub my throbbing cock.

I grabbed her wrists, slammed them to the wall over her head, and deepened the kiss, grinding against her roughly. She moaned, her knee moving up and down.

At my limit of control, I shoved off her and stormed away without looking back. I needed fresh air. The cool, drizzly night air and a cigarette was what I needed. Not Chastity. Not her soft, supple curves, her delicate moans or sweet kisses.

How the fuck was I supposed to do this? Twenty minutes into their happy future together and I was throwing her against a wall, praying she begged me to take her. I was supposed to stand in the shadows for the next foreseeable however many years and maintain control? I wasn’t going to make it.

It looked like soon, Jonas would be the only Shaw brother left. Me and Meyers were already looking down the barrel of a gun, meeting death in the face. It was just a matter of time.

Pulling out a cigarette to light it, my brows lifted with a thought. My lungs full of nicotine, I turned my back to the street and gazed at the restaurant. If my days were numbered and I was going to die, I may as well enjoy the time I had left.

A hand in my pocket, the other dangled at my side, my thumb tapping the cigarette. She was worth it. I couldn’t believe I was admitting it, or that I even felt this way, but Chastity was worth loving. I couldn’t stay away from her. Eventually, Milo was going to find out and get rid of me. Until then, I was going to enjoy my kitten as often as I could.

Chapter 44

Chastity Monroe

“I cannot believe you did that, Chazzy.”

Feigning innocence, I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it on the wall in the foyer. Smoothing my skirts, I cleared my throat, squared my shoulders, and lifted my chin as I pranced into the kitchen.

“I think it was hilarious.”

“Don’t…don’t encourage her. It’s not funny.”

I glimpsed at Wyatt who was snickering. I believed he found the situation funny more out of intoxication than it actually being humorous. I’d never seen him drunk, and I didn’t like it, especially since I knew it was brought on by me and Milo getting engaged tonight.

My belly fluttered as I held my hand out to eye the gorgeous ring. I had never seen pink gold before. It was so beautiful and feminine. I liked that when he had a ring made for me, beautiful and feminine were what he was after. I liked being dainty.

“It was funny,” he offered with a quick wink to me.

Hastily taking his own jacket off and tossing it on the hook next to mine, he joined us in the kitchen, tugging at his tie. “It was embarrassing,” he grumbled, removing the jacket to his suit. Folding it closed, he draped it over the back of the sofa before plopping down at the bar.

“For who? You or your pops?”

“Why are you condoning what she did?”

“Man, Ted deserved it for what he said to her. Why am I the one defending her and not you?”

My brows lifted, my heart stilling. Craning my neck slightly, I peeked at them arguing about me as if I weren’t there. Wyatt needed to be careful before he said something he shouldn’t.

“It’s not…Look.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed. “It’s not that I didn’t defend her—”

“You didn’t. You stood there, let that man poke her in the stomach and say, ‘We aren’t too surprised Milo picked someone so jolly to marry.’ Man, that was bullshit!” he yelled, swinging open the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.