Page 92 of Dominate Me

As soon as I gave him what he wanted, like I had dozens of times before, he’d renege the minute he had it.

“You just need the money, don’t you?” I asked, stiffening in his hold. “You either haven’t gotten a job, or haven’t been able to keep one, and that’s why you’re coming after me. You’re probably losing the apartment and instead of taking responsibility for your own actions, you’re still blaming everyone else.”

A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You left me. I couldn’t function.”

Excuses, excuses. He had as many as a beach had sea shells.

I pulled away from him, tried to jerk out of his hold only to have him pull me tighter against his chest. He pressed the gun against the back of my head. His knuckles brushed against my scalp and I froze.

He bent his head and kissed me.

My hands flew to his chest and I struggled against him, pushing, but it was no use. He was bigger and taller than me, and when I lifted my knee to hit him in the groin, he moved away quick enough so I missed.

His mouth pressed against mine, forcing mine to open and his tongue slid inside. I cringed, tasted vomit in my throat as his fingertips on my back pressed harder against my skin.

“What in the fuck is going on here?”

Jensen’s voice broke through the disgust and struggle, and I shoved against Timothy.

His surprise at another man’s voice jerked him back. He pushed me to the side, but still held on to my arm and raised the gun.

“Jensen—” I gasped, staring wide-eyed at him, still in his suit shirt and pants but looking rumpled and tired.

He took a step inside, leaving the door open behind him. “The door was open, and there’s a car parked on your front lawn. I got worried. Like I suppose I had the right to be.”

His gaze set on Timothy next to me. I struggled, knowing the way he gripped my arm would leave bruises. I didn’t care.

“You can’t steal her from me,” Timothy drawled, the gun in his hand raised and pointed at Jensen. “She’ll always come back to me. Always has. We were meant to be.”

“Then you shouldn’t have thrown her away,” Jensen said, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. “You should let her go, now, again before this ends up worse for you.”

Timothy scoffed. The gun shook in his hold as his grip tightened around it.

Not that it mattered.

“Leave,” Timothy snapped. “Leave now and I won’t shoot you.”

“You won’t shoot me anyway,” Jensen replied, still so calm. Did anything ruffle this man? “That would involve being a man, and protecting what’s yours, but from everything I’ve heard, you’re not a real man, but a loser. And she’s no longer yours to protect.” His eyes flashed to mine and gleamed. “She’s mine.”

Despite the circumstance, a shiver rolled through me, heating me.

Jensen had come back to me. In the middle of the night. And he’d just declared me his.

My smile was tremulous and shaky but I managed to mouth the wordyours.

He visibly relaxed before looking back at Timothy. “Let her go, man. You have no money, no job, no woman and doing shit to me won’t help you any. You’ll end up with a new home in a blue, one-piece suit sweeping the halls of Kent County Jail for the next sixty years.”

“You don’t know shit,” Timothy said, sneering at Jensen. But he was shaken, unstable.

He might have sobered up enough to talk, but he still wasn’t thinking clearly.

He was unraveling quickly, but I couldn’t do anything to calm him. His entire focus was on Jensen.

“I know she’s not yours. You’re not getting shit out of her resort, and I also know the way she screams my name when I make her come. You ever heard that sound?” He took a small step forward, putting him not more than six feet away from a drunken asshole with a gun. “The way she goes wild, the way her whole body trembles right before she lets loose and then when she does, she digs into you hard enough to leave fucking nail marks down your back?” he said, poking the bear, further proving Timothy wasn’t a real man because I’d never actually screamed Timothy’s name during sex. My ex-husband’s grip on the gun tightened.

Jensen had pushed too far.

Timothy steadied the shaking gun and put his finger on the trigger. “Fuck you, asshole.”

Jensen grinned.

I screamed and shoved at Timothy. “Jensen!”

And Timothy pulled the trigger.

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