Chapter 39

He kisses her neck less than gently and then smiles against her sweet skin. “The only place that dress needs to be seen is in our bedroom.” He uses the word 'our' even though she probably wouldn’t agree willingly. He knows that’ll change soon. It has to, or he’ll fucking lose his mind.
She doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t expect her to. He's challenging her to spar with him. Just when he thinks she’s about to, he sees her look to the left and freeze in his arms. He slips his hand from between them and wraps his arm protectively around her, pulling her up against him. He knows she has to feel how fucking hard he is for her, but he doesn’t give a shit.
He sees what’s caught her attention, and he has to be careful not to let his anger overtake him. She’s delicate, probably still feeling sore and tired from everything she’s been through, and he needs to compensate for that. He settles for glaring at Talon from across the room. He’s decked out in his tux, and he’s staring right at her. It’s like he’s looking past Kane, and all he cares about is eye-fucking what’s his. He’s lucky Kane hasn’t pounded him into the fucking pavement by now. No matter what Talon thinks Kane did or didn’t do with his sister, he needs to get it through his thick skull that Celeste is off limits for everyone. He might not be the one who tried to kill her, but Kane doesn’t give a fuck. He’ll fuck him up just for the way he’s looking at her.