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Plucking my phone from my purse, I turned it on and clenched my teeth. There were several new texts, and I had to force myself to read them.
Unknown: It won’t be long now, bunny. My little funhouse is all set up ready and waiting for you and that so-called Master you’re spreading your legs for.
Unknown: Tell me, cunt. Why are you letting that prick ass motherfucker sweat and grunt all over you? I’m a better lover and you fucking well know it. I’ve got a knife and I can’t wait to scrape his worthless seed out of our pussy. Keep him off you from now on bitch. When I’m through with him, he won’t be able to fuck you again.
“No. No,” I whispered as I stood shaking.
Unknown: Where are you, bunny? Don’t make me come looking for you. You won’t like what I’ll have to do to you if I have to hunt you down, you miserable cunt.
Unknown: Hiding on me, slut? Wrong choice, bunny. I’m coming for you.
I cast a glance at Sanna, who’d gone ghostly white. Turning on her heel, she began screaming for Dylan at the top of her lungs.
“Sanna. No,” I hissed.
Within seconds, every male in the house pounded into the kitchen, guns ready and eyes wild. Body tensed and poised to kill, Dylan stepped up and gripped Savannah to his chest.
“What is it, kitten?”
“Davis…Mel’s phone…he’s crazy. Davis is a lunatic. He’s going to take a knife and—”
“We turned your phone off for a reason, Mellie,” Joshua scowled. “Give it to me. Everyone you need to talk to is right here.”
“You can’t keep shielding me from his threats,” I hissed, shoving the device back into my purse.
“Mel,” Sanna whispered.
“No,” I snapped. “Look, I’m not going to—”
“Stop,” Joshua interrupted. “Giving me your phone isn’t a sign of weakness, Mellie. Yes. I want to shield you from his vile threats, but allowing me to do that isn’t an act of submission.”
“You promised me I could do, act, and say what I needed to, remember?” I countered.
“And you still can. I’m not asking you as your Dom, I’m asking you as a friend. Give me your phone, so you don’t have to subject yourself to any more anxiety.”
The other Doms in the room stared at Joshua as if he’d grown three heads. “Since when did you turn to the vanilla side?” Ian asked in absolute disbelief.
“It’s complicated,” Joshua replied with an unhappy expression. “Until we sort this shit out, Mellie is her own woman. It’s the only way she feels she can keep Davis from taking her control.”
Drake smiled. “You’re a wise man, Joshua.”
“No, I’m just willing to do whatever it takes to make sure she comes through this unscathed, mentally and emotionally.” Turning his attention back to me, Joshua held out his hand and waited.
When I made no move to give it to him, he sighed. “Fine. If you need to keep control of your phone, then do it, but as a favor to me, don’t read any more messages unless I’m with you. Is that a good enough compromise for you, Mellie? If not, I’ll be more than happy to draw some hard limits. Are we clear?”
His scolding was like sandpaper chafing my pride, and its burn warred with my melting heart. Joshua went to such lengths—laying aside his pure Dominant nature—to ensure I kept my wits about me. I shot him a sharp nod of my head.
Ian let out a low whistle. “Somebody make some popcorn; this is going to be fun as fuck to watch.”
Drake’s big body shook in silent laughter and an unladylike growl rumbled in the back of my throat.
“Why don’t we go upstairs and unpack?” Joshua suggested, trying to redirect my mounting ire.
“Fine,” I replied in a clipped tone as I flashed a sarcastic smile at Ian.
“Second door on the right at the top of the stairs,” Dylan instructed. “Your room is flanked between us and Ian, and Drake is right across the hall.”
“Isn’t that cozy,” I flippantly interjected, still irked Ian ridiculed my need for control. “I’m all warm and fuzzy.”
