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I silently shouted my anger at all those that had disrupted us. I had finally melted that ice shell that Molly had put up around herself for the last few weeks, and I wanted to bask in the heat of her passion. I needed to see her kneeling at my feet and calling me Master once more. I was aching to reaffirm my ownership of that beautiful, sexy woman that knew exactly how to drive me crazy and burn me up.
But Noah had splashed a waterfall of ice-cold water on the moment. I knew I really couldn’t blame him. As soon as I heard Keith’s name, I became worried myself. Instead of telling Noah to fuck off, I allowed my anger to center on one individual that had more than earned it.
Keith.
I took Molly's hand and walked her back downstairs, making sure to lock up behind us. Todd, the bartender, would not appreciate kicking people out of the new dungeon.
