Keighan

I let her have her fun, hell I enjoyed it so much more. Then the thought came into my head, of how many men she has done something like this for. Finding I must keep my rage to a minimum because if I continue, I may hurt her. Since her body is in my hold.

"No, My Sweet you don't get to walk away from me." I stand up from the chair, bringing her with me. Once we are up, I start to walk to the door, her trying to drag her feet the entire time.

"I am not going with you Keighan! I am not yours to boss around. I have been doing fine without you!" She yells at my back, as she's hitting my arm trying to break free the entire time.

Having enough of this little fit of hers I swing her around and slam her body up against the wall, once again caging her in. "You are mine; you have been since the first day we met." I whisper growl at her. She begins to beat at my chest with her fists.

Not wanting her to hurt herself I take a hold of her wrists with my hands and drag her arms up the wall above her head. Holding them there I crowd into her body, giving her no room between us. This gains her attention as she looks at me head on, her eyes wide with tears. I'm breathing heavily, trying my best to remain calm. My temper has grown worse since I've been locked up, I don't want to frighten her.

"You may not like it, but you belong to me. No one else is allowed to touch you." I bring my lips to her forehead, kissing her there. As I lean back, I look deep into her eyes so she can see I mean every word I say. "No one gets to touch your body, has an opening into your mind, or gets to taste your emotions but me." I know my tone is unforgiving. I know I'm holding a lot of demand when it comes to her, but I don't give a fuck!

Her brows furrow with indignation, her eyes tell me what she is about to do before she does it. As she opens her mouth, I don't want to listen to her deny what we both know to be true. So, for once, without her permission I bring my lips to hers. Attacking her with all the built-up passion I have had just for her all these years.

She tries to close her mouth, but I don't let her. I thrust my tongue inside. Before long she's kissing me back. Putting everything she has into this kiss. It doesn't last long, one second, she's moaning into my mouth, trying to rub her sweet spot against my lower extremities. The next, she bites down on my lip. So hard I can taste my own blood.

Does that stop me? Hell no, I just smile and give her a taste. She pulls her head back, and this time I allow it. She's glaring at me, her eyes holding so many emotions at once. I can see her battling herself. I stick out my tongue and lick away the remnants of the blood. Her eyes follow along. I gather both her wrists in one hand and bring the other to wipe the crimson from her own lips.

She swallows down the desire I know she's feeling, I see it within her eyes. "How many?" Her eyes come back to mine with a look of confusion. "What?" She whispers so low I can barely hear her voice. "How many men have you done a dance like that for?" Her answer will decide whether I lose it here and now. If she says she has done that for anyone else, her punishment will be severe when we get home.

I expect her to be docile, looking down in shame, that's what would happen if we were back in high school. Not now. No, my woman is bold. She brings her face into mine, licks my lips as she says, "wouldn't you love to know?" I can see the cruel smile she wears proudly.

I know in her heart she knows there will never be a time I would seriously hurt her. I'm remarkably close to breaking that here and now. A low aggravated growl works its way up my throat. "You are playing a very dangerous game My Sweet." She lifts one eyebrow at me, daring me with her eyes to do something. Without another word I lift her up over my shoulder.

She hollers like a banshee, calling me every name she can think of, as she hits my back with all her might. None of it stops me. I simply slap her on her magnificent ass, open the door and make my way to the main floor.

As we get to the bar, I see many eyes on us, but I don't give a shit. Once Devon and Donny come into my view, I start to calm down some. Beside them stands a pissed off Carlee. I have no idea what she's saying to them as the music grows louder and the bodies are all gyrating on the dance floor.

All I can see are her arms flailing about as she pushes Donny away from her. Her bravado stays until I am standing right behind her. Then, her entire body freezes as she holds her breath.

I know she's dreading turning around and seeing me. She had caused the incident that put me away for three years. She has a lot to atone for. She slowly turns toward me, looks into my eyes for a moment before looking down at the floor.

I lift my right shoulder, getting a better grip on my woman as she flails about. "You will follow us to the car without a word from your mouth. You are both coming home. Now!" She simply nods her head as she wipes away a lone tear.

Looking up I catch Devon's eyes, and he walks towards the exit to retrieve our vehicle. We brought one of the SUV's that has bullet proof windows. Never can be too careful, especially when I have precious cargo with me.

Thinking of her brings a smile to my face, as I slide her down my body ever so slowly. When her feet hit the floor, she is glowering up at me. "Walk." I turn her around and begin pushing her along. I know I'm being an asshole, but she's flipped my switch. If it was anyone else in this world, they would be dead.

To my surprise she does as I say without a fight. Once out of the club we all pile into the vehicle. Jilliana tries to take a seat in the back with Carlee, but I don't allow it. I bring her to the middle with me, sit her on my lap and face her towards me.

She doesn't give me her eyes which pisses me the fuck off. Bringing my hand to her chin I turn her face directly at me, but she closes her eyes. I can see tears pouring down her cheeks. I hate seeing her cry.

I give her a chaste kiss on the mouth before licking the tears off her skin. It's a lose lose situation. I hate seeing her cry and hurting, but I have always loved the taste of her tears. Moving her hair to one side I bury my face in her neck. "Look at me." She simply shakes her head at me. Knowing I need to keep my cool, I breathe her in. Her scent has always calmed me down.