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At least, I don’t think he is.
But no.
She might be bouncing and coming all over his cock, but she’s not exactly pleased to be here, and I highly doubt she’d dress like this if she were on his payroll.
Honestly, it’s such a me move that if I didn’t fucking hate Hendrick so fucking much, I’d high five him. I didn’t know he had this level of fucked up shit in him.
He’s capable of a lot, but this kind of sexual play and torture of the girl by humiliating her and sending her to me is out of my playbook, and not something I’d ever put him down for.
“I’ve got this, Carlos.” This time I throw him a glance.
He doesn’t say another word, just disappears, and I look at her with all the contempt I can muster.
“Do you have my jewels?”
She drops her gaze to the gun, then looks up at me. “Does waving a gun around make you feel like a man, Jac? Or do you think you can put it down? I promise I won’t hurt you.”
She holds up a sodden envelope.
I laugh and lower the gun. “Is that for me?”
“What the fuck is up with you two? Did you both have a fall out over the same woman?”
“What?” I laugh. “No. Hendrick’s an asshole. So am I, but at least I have the balls to show who I am to the fucking world. You know the story.”
“I know the story.” She nods and folds her arms, which has the delightful consequence of pulling the shirt up and exposing that cunt. Which, I’m guessing from the fingerprint bruises on her upper thighs, has been well used.
“But,” MG continues, “stories have a way of masking truth. I’m asking for the truth. You guys hate each other, there’s a family feud where no one can do anything because of the Quinate. So you’re both down to quibbling over fucking nothing?”
I glare at her and stalk up, grabbing her throat with one hand and slamming her against the door. I press the gun to her temple. The safety’s on, I’ve no intentions of splattering her brains, but I want to punish her. I want to put fear into her. I want her to understand she was mine first.
To play with, I correct myself. Mine first to play with. Because I paid for her. Fuck.
I take in a shuddering breath.
“Fucking nothing? He’s responsible for everything, and those jewels aren’t his. They’re mine. His family stole them, and I’m taking them back. Because all this shows is that he’s got them. I wasn’t sure until you got the fakes. But he’s playing a game, MG.”
“So are you,” she says, “with me.”
My gaze drops to her mouth. There’s a fucking story here. Why she’s soaked, in his shirt. I want the envelope she’s got in her hand, one that’s clearly meant for me, but I also want her to understand just what she’s in for.
She thinks she can walk away. She can’t.
The moment she opened her legs to Hendrick, she sealed her fate. She’s damaged goods now, and I’m going to make sure she doesn’t even remember his name. But first, I want him to see just how much she wants my cock.
In the past, I’ve been content to take the girls I can and fuck them behind his back. I’ve never wanted to stamp one as mine.
This one I do.
I’ve got her by her throat, and there’s not a drop of fear.
There’s hate, contempt, anger, desire and a lustful challenge.
Like it or not, this little whore wants me, just as much as she wants Hendrick.
Why else would she play his game by coming here like this?
I push the gun between her thighs, rubbing it along her folds, and fucking Christ, she moans.
