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“That’s right, baby. Your body knows I own you,” I say with an arrogant smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Your mind just needs to play catch up. Your every orgasm is mine. I will never let you go, now that I have you.” I bend down so I’m at eye level with her and secure her gaze with mine. “After I claim your sweet virginal pussy tonight, no one else will ever touch it but me. Adam is forever gone.”
A fine sheen of sweat coats her neck as her eyes flutter closed. Her head droops as blonde hair spills over her face, and I chuckle, pulling away. “You need to acquire some stamina, love. The party’s just getting started.”
Cocking my head to the side, I strain to hear her mumbled words, because I’m fairly certain I heard Travis’ name said under her breath. With her head dipped down, though, I’m not sure. My brows furrow in confusion, and an uneasy feeling begins to wash over me. “What did you say, love?” I ask skeptically.
She slowly lifts her head, her eyes narrowing into angry little slits. Her hard glare holds an aura of defiance, topped off with foolish pride. I watch her face as it transforms from a pink shade to flushing red, while the look of anger begins to contort all of her facial features. “I said I was thinking of Travis when I came.”
My eyes open wide with disbelief and my lids twitch around their sockets. I can feel my heart stop beating for a full five seconds as a ten ton weight drops onto my chest. My lungs burn from lack of air as I stand here astounded. I know I didn’t hear her correctly, impossible. I shake my head and insert a finger into my ear, making sure there’s no blockage. “What the fuck did you just say?” I ask incredulously.
My nostrils flair as I feel my rage building into a crescendo as it races through my veins at lightning speed. My hands slowly tighten into fists at my sides. Of all the lines she could’ve crossed tonight, she chose that one—definitely the wrong one, the most unforgivable one. I could even understand her saying Adam’s name. But Travis’? No...
I stand stunned for a moment as I think to myself, I knew it. I knew her independent streak would be her downfall and my biggest hurdle. I told her father to have her homeschooled years ago so he could rein in her wild side. He let the window of opportunity slip by while she was still young and moldable, but he refused to keep her at home. Now, I’m paying the price. Reeling in her untrammeled individualism is like trying to trim the nails of an alley cat. With every clip, I get clawed to shit.
“Did I stutter?” Her icy voice cuts through my soul. Her blue eyes are hard with hostility. “This is just how pathetic you are, Nick. You have to drug women so they can swallow the vile taste of you.” She underhandedly slaps me in the face with her unwavering words. “Don’t you find it funny how Travis didn’t need to do that? Interesting, isn’t it? Did you watch me through the camera feed, writhing under Travis, calling his name as I came apart for him without being drugged? I wanted him, not you!”
~Jules~
I steel myself against his overbearing presence, refusing to shrink back. The man is a loose cannon. I may have won tonight’s battle, but I know I’ve just lost the war. His eyes are filled with a murderous rage as I boldly mirror his glare with my own furious expression while he stands over me breathing hard. I’m naked, spread-eagle, and totally defenseless as I’m tied up on this torture device. This hasn’t been one of my brighter moments, and since he holds all the power, I try desperately to hide my lack of self-confidence behind narrowed eyes. I’m literally shaking in my shoes—four inch stilettos to be exact. I’m not sorry for what I said, and I have a feeling he has every intention of making me eat my words.
The asshole drugged me again, against my will, and I was beyond the point of seeing red over that simple fact alone, because he did it without even giving it a second thought. He didn’t have to drug me. I was playing the subjugated part to a T. I was giving him everything he wanted from me, and more. I was still able to behave like the sweet southern belle I’ve been known to be, despite the fact there was no Blyss in my system, all the while pretending to adore the bastard. My hard work should’ve counted for something!
The problem was he couldn’t handle the fact he’d been played, and I would’ve gotten away with it had it not been for Jared and his monitoring. Nick’s delicate ego got bruised, and that’s why he decided to drug me.
