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I feel Ronan drape an arm around my shoulder. I find myself leaning into his comforting embrace.
“Everything is going to be okay,” he mumbles against my head. The words instantly settle over me like a calming rain. He always has this way of making me believe it, and he’s never been wrong before.
“If you’re told enough how worthless, stupid, and hideous you are, you start to believe it.”
“Who would tell you that?” I whisper, clutching her hand in mine. “First, my father. Then, my husband.”
“A bad one,” she replies plainly. “He also did a lot of other terrible things I don’t want to talk about right now. But let’s just say some scars last longer than others.”
“I’m going to try really hard not to ramble right now, but I’m glad you told me. I feel honored that you share anything with me because…I like you. A lot. And not as a friend, or I guess…not just as a friend. And I know this all seems so crazy—well, maybe not to you, but it seems crazy to me, but it’s crazy in a good way.”
“And it’s crazy that I like seeing you with Clay, right? Because I think I love Clay, which is also crazy because it’s only been a few months. But I want you at the same time. Is that weird to say?”
“Jade,” she says, touching my cheek. “What?” “You’re rambling,” she replies, leaning toward me.
“Reach into my back pocket,” she mutters against my lips. “Pull out my phone and record this for your boyfriend.”
Eden is staring at the phone screen as if she’s watching herself get me off.
“One time, he came without permission. And then another time, he spoke rudely to my friend.”
“It was consensual. I knew his boundaries, and he knew his safe words.”
He grew up without a lot of attention or praise, so he thrives in an environment where he knows exactly what is expected of him so he can be rewarded.
Punish her? Can I watch?
“Clay wants to know if he can watch,”
“Hmm… Tell him no. I want you focused on me without him there to distract you.”
She said no. You’ll distract me. Sorry.
any of the Dominatrices in the porn I’ve watched.”
Her head tilts as her eyes widen. “Okay, we’re coming back to that. But for now,
“He’s texting me now,” Eden calls from outside the curtain. “Uh-oh,” I reply. “What’s he saying?”
“He’s not happy with me taking you for myself tonight,” she says, but I can hear the wicked smile on her face.
“You know…we need a group chat,” I say as I try on the green c...
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“Should I be worried about what you two are talking about?” I ask. Her grin grows more mischievous looking as she turns away and returns to her chair. She continues typing as she speaks.
“He said he’ll be fine now that he has this video to watch over and over.”
Are you stealing my girlfriend? Of course not. I’m just keeping her from you for one night. At least let me watch. I want her to focus without distraction.
Well, what am I supposed to do? Be a good boy and wait at the club until we’re done. Yes, Madame.
“Did Emerson put you up to this?”
“I’ll come back to visit,” he replies. “When you’re the owner.” I roll my eyes with a smile and pull my hand away. “Nice try.”
“No one knows this place like you do, Eden. Owner or not, Salacious has always belonged to you.”
“That cute little set of bangs that’s been following you around. She’s killing it.”
“She’s in a room?!”
I don’t even hear Mia’s response as I leap off the barstool, practically running toward the voyeur hall.
I must be hallucinating. I wish I were hallucinating. What the fuck is she doing?
Because this is Jade. My Jade.
Before I can register what I’m doing, my hand is around her throat, and I’m shoving her against the empty wall. My face is close to hers, and her eyes are wide with either terror or surprise.
“You’re right. I’m not your Domme, but you are mine, and I don’t appreciate you flaunting what’s mine for everyone to see.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Madame,” she says, using my title in a mocking tone that makes my molars grind. I let out a frustrated grunt. “You’re all mine,”
“You want to give them a show? Then let’s give them a fucking show,”
“Without my permission,” I add on the next one. “Yes,” she cries out when I do it again.
When Madame Kink has you pinned, don’t fight it.
“Are you ever going to show off what’s mine without my permission again?”
Her eyes fill with panic in one split second. “We should go,”
Is Eden still running away from her feelings? From love and commitment? Is being in a relationship really that scary?
Her brow furrows as she stares at me in confusion. Then she walks to the wall and hits a button that turns the window wall opaque so the people—who
“No, I mean…I want you. We want you. Not like as my mentor or as my friend. Like I think I love…you.”
“You’re shutting me down?”
“Then what do we need to talk about? You either want me or you don’t.”
“No,” I snap, turning toward her. “You want to go talk so you can tell me that you don’t do relationships, and Clay and I are nothing but clients to you.”
Say something. Anything. Stop running from your feelings. Stop running from us.”
Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to fall in love with you because you are so emotionally untouchable? It’s like your heart is inside a cage, and for what? To protect Jack?”
