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  Eww, she vomited in her mouth a little.

  “I want you to join my team of fighters. I’m sure you’ve heard how well they’re taken care of.”

  Still no reaction.

  He gripped her breast. Hard. She had to fight not to react. But fuck, she’d always had sensitive breasts.

  “You’ll be well compensated.”

  “Got money.” The voice was gruff. Deep. And it sent a wave of need through her. She had to drop her gaze, knowing that he’d see it in her face, that she couldn’t hide it.

  It was him.

  “Don’t need more.”

  Maxwell grew even more tense. He took his arm away from her and leaned forward. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was getting increasingly hard to hide her true feelings for the asshole. Especially now that she knew it was Jason sitting across from her.

  She glanced around. There were five of Maxwell’s goons in the room with them. There was no way he could do something without being overpowered.

  “I was pleased you chose your first fight in years to happen in my club. Tell me why.”

  Jason shrugged. “This is the best, right?”

  Maxwell sat back, clearly pleased. “It is. Which is why you should join forces with me. Together we can make it great.”

  “Maybe.”

  Maxwell’s hand went up her leg, pushing her short dress up further. Her breath grew faster. She knew Jason was watching his hand travel up her thigh.

  Please don’t react.

  Don’t do anything stupid.

  She made herself relax, lean into Maxwell.

  “So you’ll take my offer? You’ll have everything you desire. Money, power, pussy.”

  Jason just grunted.

  Maxwell tightened his hold on her thigh, gripping so tight that she knew it would bruise. “Would you like to experience some of the pussy on offer? I can get you girls. Anything you like. Young, sweet, brunette, blonde.”

  “Don’t go for young. Like experienced.”

  Fuck. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t ask for her, would he?

  “Bet your girl here has experience.”

  Shit. Shit. Fuck.

  Maxwell would kill him. He was insanely jealous.

  “You wish to sample my pet?” Maxwell asked silkily.

  “She’s my type. Let me have her, you have a deal.”

  She could feel Maxwell’s breathing grow faster. Oh God. Oh God.

  “I don’t usually let people have my pet. But she has been very naughty lately. Maybe this is what she needs.”

  No. No, no, no.

  “Would you like to experience her mouth?”

  What the hell?

  She stiffened, unable to hide her shock or horror. Not that sucking Jason off hadn’t featured in many of her dreams. It had. It had shocked her that she was still able to dream about sex. To feel turned on.

  It was only for him.

  But not here. With people watching. Being forced to touch him . . . it would break whatever was between them. This fragile tie, this sexual pull. It would be tainted.

  “Don’t get my dick out in public. Can’t be on my guard if I’m too busy getting head.”

  Maxwell tightened his hold on her thigh again. Fuck him. She had to fight hard not to grab his hand and wrench it away from her.

  “Then please, feel free to go somewhere private and enjoy her.”

  “What?” She couldn’t help but protest.

  Before she could move, Maxwell had her hair twisted in his hand, her head pulled back and his mouth was at her ears.

  “You’ll do everything he says. This is very important to me. Fucking give him whatever he wants or you know what will happen.”

  Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs at the threat. She got it.

  And fuck him, she’d do it.

  “Sorry,” Maxwell said. “She needs a firm hand. But I promise she’ll be completely obedient.”

  Jason shrugged. “I like’ em with fire.”

  “Yes, as do I. Grafton, show them to one of the rooms.”

  “No,” Jason stated.

  Fuck. What was he doing? Why did he keep pushing Maxwell? Didn’t he fear for his life? Did he feel no fear?

  “Excuse me?” Maxwell asked.

  “Got my own room, hotel down the road. We’ll go there.”

  “I’m afraid that’s not happening, as you can understand I need to keep an eye on my merchandise.”

  Fuck. There went the nail in her coffin.

  There was no way Jason was going to believe she was here of her own free will. Well, it was unlikely he’d even believed it in the first place since he was here.

  What the fuck was she going to do now? How to convince him to leave? If anything happened to him . . . she could feel herself starting to hyperventilate and attempted to calm down.

  “So send one of your guys with me. He can stand outside the door. I’m on the tenth floor, nowhere to go.”

  “That doesn’t guarantee that you won’t be abusing her behind the door.”

  Like he fucking cared.

  “Won’t bruise her. Not my style. She’ll come back in one piece. We need to start a relationship with trust, okay?”

  “All right,” Maxwell said. “My man will need to go through the suite first. And there will be another man by the elevators and each exit. I’m sure you understand that Jewel is very special to me.”

  Special. Gag.

  Jason was silent. “Grafton, Zac, and Hugh, you go with them. Make sure you keep my pet safe. I have other needs for her.”

  Really. Did he want her to vomit all over his nice, shiny shoes?

  7

  She waited for the door to shut and lock on the hotel suite. Grafton had already gone through it silently, just grunting and glaring at her as he left.

  Yeah, she got it. Play nice.

  They were in the penthouse. It was far flasher than any hotel she’d been in. But she didn’t give a shit about any of that.

  Opening her mouth, she turned to yell at him. Well, quietly yell at him. She didn’t know how much Grafton would be able to hear on the other side of the door.

  “You know, if you wanted sex there were easier ways to go about it,” she snarked.

  His gaze narrowed. His jaw tensed. She braced herself for his anger. She hated that she had to push him away, but it had to be done.

  “You know this isn’t about sex.”

  She snorted. “Then what is it about? Love? I’m not an idiot. So come on, let’s fuck, then I can leave.”

  He stalked towards her and she backed up into the wall. He placed his hands on the wall next to her head then leaned in.

  Her heart raced. But mostly from excitement. There was just something about his dominance that turned her on.

  Christ. She was so screwed.

  “I’d go the rest of my life without sex just to have you in it.”

  Oh God. Oh God.

  She shook her head and he placed his hand on her neck. Lord, she felt that touch throughout her body. She was so screwed.

  With her past, she should steer clear of someone dominant, right? But it seemed her body had other ideas.

  “Do not use sex to put a wedge between us.”

  Her breath grew faster. He pulled her up into his arms, cradling her to his chest.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Put me down!”

  “I warned you.” He strode with her into the ridiculous bathroom. The floors and walls were marble. Everything was over-the-top. A huge walk-in shower that could probably take ten people, and for all she knew it had.

  But it was the bath that caught her attention. It looked like it could fit four people with room left over.

  “What do you mean, you warned me?” she asked.

  “About taking care of yourself.”

  What the hell?

  He set her down on the counter then drew off his hoodie. Underneath, he wore a balaclava. Which he ripped off as well.

  “Not worried that someone will storm i
n and see your face?”

  He shrugged. “If that happens then I’ll just kill them.”

  She froze. “You’d kill them? To protect your identity?”

  He leaned over her, his hands resting on the counter on either side of her hips. “No, I’d kill them to protect you.”

  She shouldn’t melt. Shouldn’t want to sink into him and beg him to take care of her.

  Stop being weak.

  “I don’t need your protection.”

  He snorted. “Baby blue, of everyone I know, you need it the most.”

  Baby blue?

  “I do not. I’m not weak. I can take care of myself.”

  “But you didn’t do that, did you? And I warned you.”

  Fuck. They’d come full circle. But what was he talking about? Her mind tumbled over their previous conversation.

  “Are you talking about when you said goodbye in the bathroom the other night?” she asked.

  “I didn’t say goodbye.”

  “You said take care of yourself. But that’s the same as saying goodbye.”

  “No. It’s not. That was me warning you to look after yourself until I could get back to you and do it myself.”

  “I don’t understand . . .” she trailed off as he leaned in even closer, his lips mere inches from hers. The look in his eyes was so intense that even if she wanted to, she couldn’t look away.

  He was holding her captive. Without even laying a hand on her.

  “I know you don’t. Which makes me sad as fuck. Is it so hard to figure that someone else might want to look after you? The way you try to do for everyone else.”

  She gaped at him.

  “Can see it is. Fuck.” He dropped his head, breathing in deep. Then he looked up again, his face composed. “What does he have over you?”

  Jewel moved her gaze to the wall. Away from him.

  “Nope. That’s not happening.” He grasped hold of her chin, gently moving her face back so she had to look at him. “You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

  Raising her brows, she glared at him. “Why? Because you say so? Tell me, how does that make you any different from him?”

  As soon as she said the words, she wished them back.

  He was nothing like Maxwell.

  But even though she braced herself for his anger, it didn’t come. Instead, he just studied her. “That’s not going to work on me, baby.”

  “What’s not?”

  “The attitude. The tough bitch act.”

  “It’s not an act.”

  “I know you, Jewel. Yeah, there’s a tough outer shell. Guessing there has been a lot of shit in your life that’s meant you’ve had to develop that shell. But I know what’s on the inside. And it’s fucking soft and vulnerable. You go around protecting everyone else then act shocked as fuck when someone wants to take care of you.”

  “What is going on with you? This is the most I’ve ever heard you talk.”

  “Maybe I just never had anything important to say before.”

  “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.”

  “Yeah?” he drawled as he ran his thumb over her lip.

  She bit him then let go of his thumb immediately as she felt a zing in her pussy. Well, that was a mistake. Especially when his eyes flared with heat. He liked that?

  “Yeah.”

  “Liar. I’m keeping track, you know. Your ass is going to pay for all of those lies.”

  “Are you threatening to hit me? And you really think you’re not like him,” she scoffed, even as her insides were lighting up like the Fourth of July.

  “Keep going, baby blue. Throw it all at me. Do what you need to do. But we both know the truth.”

  “Yeah, what’s that? Are you going to tell me that you’re the good guy? The white knight come to rescue the damsel in distress? Well, I’m not a damsel.”

  He actually grinned. And fuck, he looked gorgeous. How unfair was the world to give her this man when she couldn’t have him?

  “That’s what you need to learn. I’m not a white knight. I’m the fucking monster.”

  “Not sure that’s a better thing.”

  “It is when you hold my leash,” he whispered.

  Her heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t for real, was he?

  “We’re nothing to each other.”

  “Wrong answer. That’s going to get you another red ass. Just racking up the punishments, aren’t you?”

  “Who are you and where is the real Jason?”

  He simply stared at her. Unhinged. He was definitely unhinged.

  “Have you got one of those split personalities?”

  He appeared to think that over. “Guess you could say that. The person you know is who I am when I’m fully under control. I’ve been playing normal for so long, it’s almost become a part of my personality. Until my control breaks. That’s when the monster comes out. And do you know why he’s come out?”

  “Because of me?”

  “You.”

  “Why?”

  Something crossed his face. A look of pain. “It hurts that you don’t fucking see how amazing you are.”

  She shook her head. “You’re insane.”

  “Yeah, that’s basically what I was told. I think that was therapist number three.”

  “What?” she squeaked.

  “There’s been a few. Need to have words with this last one. He told me I had to stop following you.”

  “You were following me?”

  He scowled. “Until he told me I had stalker tendencies. But if I’d been following you then none of this would have happened. You wouldn’t have been taken by him. You wouldn’t have been hurt.”

  “I wasn’t taken. I haven’t been hurt.”

  “Liar.”

  She just shook her head. He acted like he knew her, but he didn’t. Not really.

  He cupped her face between his hands. “He touched you. Hurt you.” He dropped one hand to where Maxwell had been gripping her thigh hard earlier.

  “It’s just a bruise. I’ve had plenty of those.”

  “Don’t dismiss it,” he snarled. “It’s not just a bruise. He. Hurt. You.”

  She sucked in a breath at the savagery in his voice.

  “Did Darrins rape you?”

  She sucked in a breath. This time or last?

  “Jewel,” he warned.

  She shook her head, unable to answer him verbally. She didn’t want to get into this.

  “Thank fuck.” He closed his eyes with relief. “Beat you?”

  “No. I barely saw him while he was there. He didn’t harm me other than a few bruises where he touched me too hard.”

  “That won’t happen again.”

  She wished she could believe that.

  He leaned away from her then moved to turn on the bath. She attempted to climb off the counter when he swung round and pointed at her.

  “Stay.”

  “Why?” she asked, even as she froze. When she realized she was doing exactly as he ordered, she slid down off the counter. He grabbed hold of her, spinning her to face the mirror.

  “That was naughty,” he murmured.

  “Jason, you’re scaring me.” He was also exciting her.

  Jason closed his eyes and for a moment she thought she’d gotten to him. Instead, when he opened his eyes, they blazed at her through the mirror.

  “You have nothing to fear from me. You know me. I will never harm you. Spank you, sure. Boss you around, definitely. Probably piss you off on a daily basis. In my defense, it’s not that hard to annoy you.”

  “Hey!”

  Okay, why the hell did she feel like smiling? This was a serious conversation.

  “Don’t protest. You’re a tad touchy. I think it’s cute.”

  “Cute? I am not cute. Bunnies are cute. Kittens are cute. Babies are cute.”

  “You’re my baby. You know a spanking given by someone who cares about you is far different from being abused by an asshole. And we both know that you want
what I can give you.”

  “Yeah?” she scoffed. “And what’s that?”

  “Unconditional loyalty. Someone who will always have your back. I will be whatever you need, whenever you need it. No questions asked.”

  “What if I cheated on you?”

  “Then I’d kill the motherfucker who dared to touch what was mine.” He was leaning over her again and she wished she could press her thighs together. To attempt to ease the ache in her pussy.

  There was something twisted inside her. Because his words . . . they were exactly what she wanted.

  Screw romance. Screw the flowers and candles. Okay, she could go for pretty jewelry, she wouldn’t lie. But she didn’t need soft words, candlelit dinners, or strolls on the beach. She wanted a man who had her back no matter what.

  “But I’ll need to temper that,” he warned softly. The bath was full and it looked so inviting. Was he planning on taking a bath? And what was she meant to do?

  He came back to her and gently ran a finger along the top of her breasts. She knew it was a stupid thought, but it was almost like he was erasing Maxwell’s touch on her. Suddenly, she wanted his touch everywhere. All over her.

  “Because if you’re given too much leeway, then you’ll put yourself in danger. You seem to be under this misconception that you’re in charge of looking after everyone else. That’s why I have to rein you in. Because this time, you went too far. This time, you’ve put yourself in jeopardy and that’s unacceptable.” He turned her towards him then reached for the bottom of her dress.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting you ready for your bath.”

  “I’m having a bath?”

  He raised both eyebrows. “Why do you think I filled it?”

  “I thought it was for you.”

  “You’re breaking my fucking heart. You can’t even realize that I’m taking care of you.”

  “This is you taking care of me?”

  “Yes,” he clipped out.

  “Well, it was kind of hard to tell when you keep talking about punishments and reining me in and stalking me. I mean, you’re coming off as a psychopath.”

  “I got tested for that.”

  What? Was he kidding her right now! “There’s a test?”

  His lips twitched.

  He was kidding her. Asshole.

  “If there was, I’d probably have had it. Think they can scan the brain or something, but I refused that.”