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“Yep. Shame you’re never going to test it out, huh?”

I watch with a smirk as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down on it as he stares at my vertical hood piercing.

“Reid know you got that?” he asks.

“I haven’t sat him down and shown him it, if that’s what you’re getting at,” I snark.

“Mav?”

I smile at him. “I guess that’s just something you’ll never know.”

“Doesn’t matter. He hasn’t experienced it like I’m going to.”

“Awfully presumptuous of you,” I sneer, closing my legs once more.

“Or naïve of you to think it’s not going to happen. There’s only one reason your cunt is wet right now, and we both know it’s because of me.”

“Actually,” I argue. “It’s because of you promising me that Reid is an anal man. Really gets my engine revving.”

“You’re a shit liar, Dove.”

“Am I?”

He shakes his head, scrubbing his hand that’s got my panties twisted around his fingers against his rough jaw.

“Enjoy your night, little dove. I know I will,” he says with a wink, backing up toward my door with my panties against his nose. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

The slam of the door jolts through me, ending right at my clit.

“Fuck,” I hiss, blowing out a long breath and closing my eyes.

But I don’t relax. Every single muscle in my body is locked up tight, desire pulsing through my veins.

I need to fight it. I should be stronger, but fuck, the temptation to slide my hand down my body and finish what JD has started twice today is too much to deny.

16

REID

Being questioned by my father never puts me in a very good mood. But not knowing what JD was doing back at the mansion made it all the worse.

My cell was burning red hot in my pocket. If I were somewhere else, anywhere fucking else, I could have looked. I could have pulled up the live feed and seen what he was doing.

And the second I’m alone in my car, that’s exactly what I do.

My heart jumps into my throat when I pull up the feed of her cell and find it empty.

“What the fuck have you done?” I seethe, clicking out of it and finding the one for the main room. “MOTHERFUCKER,” I bellow into the confines of my car when the image of her sitting naked in my fucking chair appears before me.

I barely notice what he’s doing. My eyes are glued to her body. Her tits, her curves, her flawless skin.

I had her bound to that thing only hours ago. Why didn’t I strip her naked first? She’d have looked so fucking perfect.

Because you wouldn’t have been able to resist.

I’ve no idea what it is, but twenty-four hours in my cell and this woman is driving me crazier than any other I’ve ever met.

She’s married. One of my father’s whores.