63. She's a missing piece

LACHLAN

I shouldn’t be surprised. And maybe I wasn’t. But I was fûcking fuming.

Jeremiah had always loved putting on a show. Voyeurism was his kink, and exhibitionism his stage to show how he was the God between the mere mortals. He showed everyone that he was the king and no one was allowed to even breathe without his permission.

And I—

I hated it.

As much as Jeremiah loved showing off what he owned, I hated it.

I hated sharing.

I hated when eyes lingered on what I deemed mine.

And most of all, I hated how he knew exactly what my hard limits were, where I drew the lines, and still he fucking chose to dance all over them, towed them to break my control. To test my resolve that seemed to be weakening ever since Nina had come between us.

My fingers itched to grab Nina and throw her over my shoulder, to get her the fuck out of here.

But I didn’t.

I curbed my impulse and I sat there, jaw clenched, blood boiling in my veins, as he made her pour and serve drink to Xavier and Kayne. Like s