The attached bedroom is massive. It’s adorned with satin sheets, a down duvet, and piles of pillows on the bed, not a room that would belong to a guy like Jackson. I walk into the giant closet, and it’s full of clothing, dresses, pants, pretty blouses, and so many shoes. My stomach turns, and the bile rises in the back of my throat. I’d met him at a sex club, a place where swingers go. He obviously has a wife or girlfriend, and this is their thing—bring home a plaything, have a little fun, and then discard her, even kill her. It isn’t like Jackson isn’t capable of that.I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. There’s no way in hell I’m wearing some other woman’s panties. Disgusting. I slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is mouthwatering.One look at Jackson, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome that he takes my breath away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans like me and a button-down black

I jump up, moving away from him. “You let some girl touch your dick?”His chuckles turn into a laugh as he grabs me by the hair, yanking me back to him. “Are you jealous, Princess?”“No.”“Liar.”“Why did you get that?”His eyes peer into mine, his finger trailing up and down my naked arm. “I missed you.”“So you got your dick pierced?”“I needed some sort of pain. A physical pain. My buddies beat the shit out of me too, if that soothes your anger in any way. The agony you delivered was unbearable. It’s been over a decade since I’ve hurt like that. I’ve blocked my heart from truly caring until you came around and changed that. I figured getting my dick pierced would hurt like hell and it’d keep my mind off you, at least for a short while. It didn’t work.”I want to stay mad, but his words are bullets lodged in the center of my heart.“Don’t be mad, baby,” he pouts, before he quickly adds, “I let a dude do it.”I burst into laughter, hitting his chest.“Figured it was only fair that I

“Who’s are you?”She doesn’t answer.I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”“It’s forever. T

She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every fuckin’ time.” I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk at her, which seems to infuriate her.She slaps at me a third time, but she never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t what she is thinking as her eyes dilate and she lets out a moan through her perfect pink lips. “You’re so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything else in this world, just like I want you.”She slaps me again, harder than before. I let go of her neck and slap her face gently, hearing her moan. Her cunt clenches on my cock like a damn vise. She’s as crazy as I am. The girl actually gets turned on from the slap. I’ve never hit a woman before. It

“What? You two are pretty fuckin’ disgusting. All this lovey-dovey bullshit. All my boys are dropping one by one like flies.” He points a finger at Ford. “And this one is no barrel of laughs. He barely fuckin’ talks.”“I can’t wait until you find someone, asshole,” I say, my arms around Ashley’s shoulder, moving her body closer to mine.“Fat fuckin’ chance. Once you settle down, you’re fucked for life. Besides, my tastes are a little too much for most women to deal with long-term.”Vance and I stare at each other and both start laughing. “Yes, we said that too.”*****The warehouse is on the outskirts of town. Vance and I bought it years ago, thinking we’d turn it into a club. Maybe we will someday, but in the meantime, we’ve been using it to dispose of people who’d become a liability. It was a discreet place that didn’t bring about questions.As we walk in, our men circling around Vergelio, step aside. When the fucker sees my face, I can see the fear flash in his cold, calculating bl