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“As she should.” He cleared his throat. “What I did to you was shitty, considering you were brand-new. For some reason you got under my skin, so I pushed you harder than I should have. Not an excuse, just an explanation.”
“It’s weird to think that now, if you did the same thing, it wouldn’t faze me. How did you corrupt me so fast?”
“It’s a gift.” He blew on his knuckles and rubbed them against his chest.
“I guess it’s job security for you. The more people who are kinky, the more money you’re likely to make. So even when you’re done with me there’s a chance I might be a customer.” Her tone was teasing, but a sudden fury tore through him and he had to shove it back down again.
He was glaring at the back of her head now and wasn’t sure what to say.
She added a few cups of dry ingredients to her bowl and started stirring again then turned to look at him. She blanched when she saw his expression.
“What?”
“Come here,” he ordered harshly.
The bowl slipped in Juliet’s hands, but she caught it and put it on the counter before turning back to him.
He made a hand signal and she whimpered, the sound going directly to his already hard cock.
Biting her bottom lip, she sank down to her knees and crawled to him, the apron hampering her progress. When she reached him, she knelt beside his foot and put her forehead on his knee in silent apology.
“I don’t like you talking like that,” he ground out.
“About us breaking up?”
“About us breaking up, and about you playing at my club,” he growled, “and hooking up with other Dominants.”
The visual was all too vivid. Tarka buckling her to a spanking bench—Trey tying her up—the guys from Fitte taking her up to one of the private rooms. The thought of the three big Norwegians putting their hands on her, and not stopping at that, filled him with an inexplicable rage.
Stop it, Will.
Jealousy wasn’t his thing! Sure, he had the occasional twinge of possessiveness, but this made him feel like a snarling dog in the possession of the world’s tastiest steak.
Mine.
Motherfucking mine.
Juliet was gazing up at him, her eyes twin pools of the most beautiful blue, her hair loose and tumbling around her bare, silky shoulders.
“I don’t want anyone else, Master. Just you.”
The sincerity in her tone appeased him.
“Good. I don’t want you even thinking about other men when we go to the club reopening. There are going to be three big Norwegian guys trying to convince you to go upstairs with them, so you need to stick to me. Understand?”
“Seriously? All three at the same time?” Her mouth opened slightly and she looked completely horrified. “And they’re your size?”
“Big dark-haired bastards, yes. They won’t just spank you a little and tie you up either. They’re into some extremely kinky shit.”
On her knees, she shuffled closer to him, pressing against his leg as though he might protect her from his rival club owners. He wasn’t going to explain to her that they’d never touch her without her express permission, or that they were members of an infamous metal band with a cult following and more money than they knew what to do with. Then again, he had plenty of money too, and she didn’t seem interested in it.
“They’re going to be at the grand reopening?”
“Who is?” Dex called from down the hall.
Oops. They were early.
Juliet dug her fingers into his leg to push herself up, but he caught her by the hair and forced her to stay kneeling.
