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He nodded, and I thought that might be the end of the conversation, but he stayed. “Listen, Fallon …” he began. Then stopped. “I’m …”
I began to eat my chicken. “You’re?” I prompted.
Keir ran a hand through his thick dark hair, and I had to admit that he was attractive in a wholesome kind of way. Dark eyes fixed on my face. “Do you feel safe with Orin?”
I physically recoiled at the question. “Why wouldn’t I feel safe with him?”
He shook his head. “Orin isn’t known for his … softness. He’s our clan’s Reaper. He kills men for a living, and from what I’ve seen, when he kills, it doesn’t faze him in the slightest.”
“And you’re worried about him?” I asked, tearing off another strip of chicken with my fingers.
“No. No, I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about youwithhim.”
It was my turn to shake my head. “I don’t understand. Why would you be worried?”
Keir stared at me for a beat, then began to pace. “Orin can be a bit of a loose cannon. He goes rogue a lot, and Finnan tolerates it because he knows he can get the job done efficiently and effectively.”
“Okay.”
“Finnan also knows that Orin has a particular … taste when it comes to women.”
My brows rose. “Taste?”
“He likes to dominate them. Do you understand what I mean when I say that?”
I snorted. “Of course, I do. Are you saying he’s into bondage and submission?”
“He thinks we don’t know he brings women here sometimes.” He approached the bed, brushing his fingers against one of the anchor points. “He thinks we don’t know what he does in here with them, but we do. We’ve never stopped him because he’s never lost control, but also because all those womenwantto be submissive to him. They know exactly what they’re signing up for.”
“And you’re afraid for me because?”
He heaved a sigh and ran his hand through his hair again, making it stick up. “You haven’t signed up to be his sub.”
“What makes you think he’s even interested in me like that?” I tried my best to ignore the stupid flutter in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t be attracted to a man like him, but instead of feeling scared of him like I did most strange men, he put me at ease. Like he was my own personal stash of Xanax.
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Just be careful, okay? I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“Because I’m a delicate woman?” I shot back, anger bubbling to the surface.
“No. Because you’re Grayson’s sister. That means something more.”
He turned to leave but stalled when someone bellowed, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I turned to find Orin moving like a raging storm toward the door. He was in a black t-shirt that clung to every ridge, peak, and trough of his honed body. Sweat turned the fabric a darker shade of black—the same shade his eyes were currently flashing. Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his feet were bare.
His anger flowed over the room, and I saw Keir visibly stiffen. “I was just talking to her,” he said, placing his hands up in front of him.
Orin got up in the other man’s face, jabbing a finger at him. “No,” he hissed. “Not while I’m not here. You can talk to her only when I’m here.”
Keir tilted his head to the side to look at me standing behind Orin and raised his brows as if to saySee?
I saw, and I wasn’t afraid to admit that I liked this possessive streak Orin seemed to have when it came to me.
“Tell all the other motherfuckers here the same thing,” he added, his voice a low growl. “Or you can deal with me.”
Keir looked him dead in the eye. “Sorry, man. My mistake.”
After one more fleeting look, he turned to leave with Orin following closely on his heels. He slammed the door shut behind Keir, then turned his ire on me.
