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Authors: J.M. Walker

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“Well, she isn’t. So shut the fuck up.” Brett gripped my hand tight.

I looked between the both of them, my heart thumping hard against my ribs. “Okay, this needs to stop. I don’t know what your problem is, Stefan, but—”

“The problem is Claire.”

“Claire. What does she have to do with this?” She had left us alone. I didn’t know if that was good or bad but neither of us had heard from her since Brett’s birthday party. I made a mental note to call Ethan and asked him if he talked to her.

“She hired me to send you those pictures and I haven’t been fucking paid. I want my money and then this will all go away.”

My heart sped up and I looked at Brett.

“I’ll pay you. How much?” he barked.

Stefan rubbed his chin. “1 million.”

I gasped. “You can’t be serious.”

“I don’t have that kind of money,” Brett ground out. “Even if I did, that’s a lot of cash to be handing over to someone who could be lying.”

“Either way, I will get my money.” Stefan rose to his feet. “You should also know that she hired me to go to Mexico. I wasn’t there on vacation. I was paid to watch you and report back to her.”

“Why the hell are you telling us this?” Brett snapped.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Shock tore through me at what I was hearing.

Stefan shrugged. “She fucked me over.”

Brett grunted. “She does that.”

Bile rose to my throat.

“Get me my money,” Stefan demanded.

“Get me proof and I’ll see what I can do but I’m not giving you a million dollars.” Brett sat back and casually spun my ring around and around on my finger.

“You better—”

“If you want the issue with Claire gone, you will take what I give you once you get me the proof that I need. Until then, leave me and my girlfriend alone.” Brett’s voice was firm as he stared at Stefan head on.

Stefan stood up and stretched. “One last thing, you need to treat her better.”

I gasped.

Brett shot to his feet. “Listen, mother—”

“No, you listen to me, asshole.”

“As if you’re here telling me how to treat my girl. You just asked me for a million dollars,” Brett said, his jaw twitching.

Stefan pushed him. “Paranoid, Brett?”

“Guys, stop. Please,” I said, shoving between them.

“Not on your fucking life, asshole,” Brett snarled.

“Stop. Now. Both of you,” I cried.

“Yeah, Brett. Listen to your whore. Claire was right about one thing, she is a little slut.”

I gasped and before I knew what was happening, Brett dove at Stefan, knocking him to the ground. His fist flew so fast against Stefan’s face, bones crunched under the contact.

“Brett,” I screamed and grabbed his shoulders. With all of my strength, I pulled him off of Stefan, landing hard on my ass.

“Fuck, you broke my nose,” Stefan said, sniffing past the blood pouring out of his nose.

“Get out, now,” a deep voice barked.

We all looked up as a large man came into view wearing a shirt uniform for the coffee shop.

Brett stiffened in my arms. “I’ll pay for the damage—”

“Not you. Him,” he pointed at Stefan.

Stefan glared. “What the hell?”

“I heard what you said about this young lady. You’re lucky she’s not mine or else I wouldn’t have let her pull me off of you,” the older man snarled.

Stefan rose to his feet and wavered. “You can’t make me leave.”

The man took a step towards him. “No? Try me.”

Stefan looked between the three of us before his gaze landed on Brett. “I hope Claire makes your life a living a hell.”

My eyes widened.

“The name’s Sam,” the larger man stated as Stefan left the small café shop.

“Thank you, Sam,” I mumbled and rose to my feet before sitting on the couch.

Brett joined me and rubbed his red knuckles. “I am sorry about the damage.”

Sam’s chocolate brown eyes warmed. “No need. The damage already left. How about some ice for that hand?”

Brett nodded and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

I sighed. “Are you okay?”

He smiled. “I am now. Shit. Mathis will hear about this.”

“Here.” Sam placed an ice pack in my hand and smiled before heading back behind the counter.

I held it against Brett’s knuckles when his phone rang.

He huffed and cringed when he looked at the screen.

“Let me.”

Brett’s jaw tensed.

“Trust me,” I said sweetly.

“I don’t need you doing my dirty work, Evvie,” he said, his voice hard.

I rolled my eyes and snatched the phone from his hand before snuggling into his side. Pressing the talk button, I held it to my ear and waited.

“Brett, you stupid mother…”

I almost laughed at the string of very colorful profanity that left Mathis’ lips. His slight European accent became more pronounced when he was pissed. It was kind of adorable. I would never tell him that though.

“Mathis?”

His cursing stopped and he took a breath. “Why, hello, beautiful.”

I smiled. “Bad night?”

“That man of yours is going to give me an ulcer. I’m too young for this level of stress.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

I frowned when I heard a woman’s voice come through the phone.

“Nothing, love. Go back to bed.”

Shock tore through me at the softness in his voice.

Brett noticed my reaction, his eyebrow raising.

Mathis Verlinden had a sweet side to him? He had been nice to me but that was only because he wanted something. “Mathis?”

“Yeah.”

“Who was that?” I asked, with a teasing lilt to my voice.

He cleared his throat. “My wife.”

I gasped. “Excuse me?”

Mathis huffed. “Why is everyone so damn surprised?”

“It’s you. I just saw you a couple of weeks ago. You’re married?”

Brett’s head whipped around. Clearly, he was surprised as well.

“Yeah, well it was kind of sudden but I wouldn’t change it for the fucking world. Now stop trying to change the subject,” Mathis demanded.

“I need to meet this woman,” I said, curling my feet under me.

“She would like you…wait, Evvie, put Brett on the fucking phone.”

I laughed and handed Brett the phone all the while Mathis complained in the background about women and distractions.

Brett grinned and winked at me. “So who’s the pussy now?” He laughed. “Yeah…I wasn’t expecting you to find out so soon. I don’t know…Claire…yeah…”

My stomach twisted at the mere mention of her name. Stefan knowing Claire made things a whole lot more interesting.

“I don’t care what your sister in-law wants…I…” Brett breathed a heavy sigh. “I know. Stefan demanded a million dollars.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder and held the ice against his knuckles. He punched Stefan for me. Because he called me a whore. My stomach twisted. What would have happened if I wouldn’t have been able to get Brett off of him?

I listened as Brett explained what had happened and what Stefan was after. And the pictures. The pictures that almost destroyed our relationship. I forced the images to the back of my mind, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

“We can fly out whenever is good for you, my man. Company jet?”

I looked up at Brett.

“Two weeks? We’ll be there.” Brett hung up the phone and stood up. “Mathis wants us in Vegas to help promote his club,
Club Maroon
, at the end of the month.”

“Us?” I asked, letting him pull me to my feet.

Brett pinched my chin and tilted my head before placing a soft kiss on my mouth and forehead. “He knows now that where I go, you go. It’s either both of us or nothing at all.” His gaze darkened. “We can join the Mile High club, lover.”

My body vibrated.

“Imagine me fucking you, 35,000 feet in the air,” he purred against the side of my neck.

“Okay,” I breathed. I couldn’t control it. The thought of him between my legs, up in the air, giving us what we both desired, sent a thrill down my spine.

I had never been to Vegas and I would get to meet the woman that captured Mathis’ heart. It was funny. I hadn’t known Mathis for long but he reminded me so much of Brett, it was unreal. I wondered if Mathis was just as possessive. I bit back a scoff. No one could be as possessive as Brett. He took that word to a whole other level and even though at first I fought it, now, I craved it. I needed the sense of being possessed by him. Without that? Without that all-consuming need? There was nothing.

 

FOURTEEN

The next morning, I woke, stretched and groaned. My body hurt in places I never knew existed before meeting Brett. You’d think after all of this time, I would be used to it.

Brett, of course, was not beside me. The guy worked way too much. Since we had the Vegas trip in two weeks, he needed to get the benefit under way, which was tonight.

I yawned and trudged to the bathroom. Turning on the bath, I glanced in the wall length mirror beside the shower and gasped.

My heart gave a start as I neared the image staring back at me. Dark spots marred my skin. Purple and brown bruises covered my ass. Scratches lined my pale back. My heart thudded. I knew we had been rough the night before but I had no idea…a breath left me and I took a step closer to the mirror. Turning, I grazed my fingers over the pink flesh of my rear. Memories of his palm swatting me sent a warmth spreading over my skin.

My muscles twitched and ached every time that I moved. My skin burned when I touched the marked spots. My stomach tumbled. I felt possessed, used.
Owned
. It was the most exhilarating moment of my life. I felt wanted.

“Do you like seeing my marks on your body, lover?”

I jumped, my gaze meeting Brett’s in the mirror. He leaned against the doorjamb and rubbed his chin. He was a beautiful sight. His black satin pajama pants hung low on his hips, the muscles of his naked chest, stretching as he breathed.

My core swelled, attuned to him in a way I never thought was possible. I didn’t think it could be done but every time I saw him, I became more and more attracted to him.

Words frozen on my tongue, all I could do was nod.

He closed the distance between us and stood behind me before wrapping a hand around my neck. “I have a surprise for you,” he said, inhaling the scent of my skin as he grazed his nose up the side of my neck.

“What?” I breathed. Something hard landed against my chest and I looked down. My eyes widened. An 8x10 picture frame held a black and white photo of me with Brett’s large hand wrapped around my neck. You wouldn’t know it was me by the angle of the picture. All you saw was my mouth and down to my collar bone. But Brett’s hand was what drew me in. His long fingers gripped my neck in a powerful, yet seductive way. It was utterly captivating. The skin around my throat tingled.

The picture showed the viewer strength, domination and control. My lips were parted and the camera caught the hint of my tongue. The photo oozed love but most of all, possession.

“Do you like it?” he asked softly.

I couldn’t help but stare at it before I noticed the four letters written at the top of the dark wooden frame.
Mine
.

“Brett…I…wow…I love it,” I said, stumbling over my words.

He grunted in approval. “There’s more where that came from.”

“Really?” I had no idea he could take such beautiful pictures. We had played around during the night, him snapping photos of us with his new digital camera. But I didn’t realize they would turn out that good.

“None of the pictures show your face or mine. Just body parts.”

Seeing images of us around our home sent a thrill to the center of my very being.

“I’ll put them all in frames and have words describing each one,” he explained and took the photo from my hands.

“I never knew that you were so talented.”

He chuckled and brushed his knuckles down the center of my body before cupping my sex.

I gasped as he held me tight against him. His one hand wrapped around my throat and the other in a spot that couldn’t get enough of his touch. I was restrained, utterly submitting to him.

“I have many hobbies. Just not enough time for them.” His finger dipped inside of me before bringing it to my mouth. “Did the picture turn you on, Evvie?”

My body hummed, the scent of my arousal on his finger invading my nostrils. “I…I don’t know.” Did it?

“I think it did.” His gaze met mine in the mirror as he brought his finger to his lips. He groaned. “Like honey,” he breathed and licked the tip clean. “Watch how your body responds to my touch, lover.” His fingers grazed over my nipples. The dark pink buds hardened to sharp peaks. His hand around my neck tightened sending goose bumps over my skin.

My chest rose and fell and the more he kept teasing me, the more I could see my clit peeking through the folds of my pussy.

“I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

I frowned, confusion swirling deep inside of me.

A zipper lowered. “Place your hands on the sides of the mirror and hold on.”

I did as he said, my knuckles turning white.

“Watch your eyes darken from lust, your mouth part with small bursts of air as I pound my cock into your sweet pussy.” He brushed his hand down my spine, his deep sapphire gaze trailing down my naked body before colliding with mine. “Ready?”

I nodded.

He thrust into me hard and I whimpered.

“My favorite sound.” He fisted my hair and pulled me upright before wrapping an arm around my waist. “Watch, lover.”

I held onto the mirror as his thrusts picked up speed. The veins in his arms protruded, his powerful thighs helping the deep strokes of his cock. “
Watch
,” he demanded.

My eyes darkened like he said they would, my full lips parting as my breathing picked up. My full breasts bounced with every movement but watching him, us, moving as one sent me over the edge of bliss. It was beautiful and highly erotic the way he made use of my body. Forced the pleasure from me.

Our gazes met and a wicked smirk spread on his face. His hand wrapped around my neck as he pushed into me as hard and fast as he could.

The mirror became wet from the condensation of my breath. My palms were sweaty as I tried to hold on while he gave me what I wanted and he took what he needed.

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