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“It’s yourbird,sir.”

His body goes rigid on top of me. A sneer curling the edge of his lip, and his eyes narrow to slits.What the fuck does his bird have to do with anything? And why is it so important?

“Fine. I’ll be out in two minutes.” He growls out. The man turns on his heels and leaves the space without another word.

“Two minutes, huh? Little Braxton have performance anxiety?” Taunting is probably not the smartest thing to do now, but I can’t help myself. It’s that broken filter in my brain.

“I may not have the time to fuck you right now, sweet strawberry. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to leave you without marking you. You got me too hard to leave without coming first.”

Scooting up higher on my torso, he places his dick between my breasts and starts to stroke himself. Quicker harder. Tightening his hold around my wrists and squeezing my body with his powerful thighs. Thrusting the crown of his dick between my tits.

“I’m want to see my cum on your tits and rub it into your skin, so you smell of me.” I can see his erection growing, swelling as he strokes his shaft.

“You’re a piece of shit.” Turning my chin up, trying to convey any sense of dignity. It’s hard to do in this position, but I still try. Defying him is all that I can do.

“Keep talking with that dirty slut mouth of yours. Soon I’ll be coming in it. Uh, fuck yes.” He groans again as pleasure ripples through his body. His forearms flex, and the veins in his neck pop as his hips rock with the movement of his hand. Rubbing the crown across my nipples

If he wants me to talk, then I won’t speak. If he wants me to scream and fight, I’ll stay silent and still. It doesn’t stop him from stroking himself faster and continuing to rub himself all over me. As he said, it takes less than two minutes for him to finish, his climax shaking his body as he spills his hot cum on my breasts. His breaths are coming out in short, sharp exhales as he curses with every hot spurt streaming from his dick.

“I enjoy dirtying your pretty pink skin with my cum.” Releasing his cock, he uses his hand to smear his sticky seed across my skin.

“Don’t get used to it. It won’t happen again.” I promise him. His softening dick rests against my stomach, and he leans down to whisper in my ear.

“You may think your knight in black chrome Kevlar is going to show up and rescue you, but he’s not. Phoenix Colton doesn’t care about the women he’s fucked. He got what he wanted from you and moved on. No one’s coming for you, and you’re not going anywhere my dirty slut. You’re mine now.”

Ice, pure ice, runs through my veins where my blood should be. I’m frozen. A block of cold stone as Braxton finally releases my arms and stands. Tucking himself back in his slacks and zipping. He doesn’t say another word as he leaves. And me? I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t move.

No one’s coming for me. No one cares about the ex-junkie stray brought home by the soft-hearted cousin. All I can do is crawl to the bathroom and turn the shower on hot. Letting the heat of the water wash away the remnants of Braxton and the hot tears streaming down my face.

Chapter 6

Braxton

Clint couldn’t have interrupted at a worse time. I was so close to sliding home in Clovers sweet pussy. So close to finally getting where I’ve been trying to talk my way into for weeks. The first time I saw Clover in Colt 45, the bar owned by Faust Colton, she was just a pretty face that I thought would be fun to play with. When I returned weeks later and discovered she was Nix’s roommate, and he was obviously infatuated with her, it became my goal to take her from him. He didn’t make it easy. At first, I tried to use my extreme good looks and charm to lure her, but it became evident rather quickly that the Colton’s had informed her of my true nature and personality.

Shame really. It would have been so much more pleasurable for her if she had come willingly. As it is, I prefer her this way. Angry, scared, and fighting back. Perfection. The fire and spark inside her just turns me on every fucking time. It just does it for me, having the control and her not being able to do one damn thing about it.

However, my playtime was cut short today. I finally came home and tasted the fruits of my labors getting her here without the Colton’s suspecting anything. I had to be careful not to change my routine too much since Phoenix and his inbred cousins showed up at the Jewelry Box mere hours after I took her. I knew he would know it was me that took her, but I didn’t expect him to hunt me down so quickly. Thankfully I had the forethought to not go directly home and have my way with Clover while she was unconscious, no matter how much I wanted to. If I had, they might have figured out where she was. Then I wouldn’t have the freedom to play with my new toy, my new pet.

I think I’ll buy my new pet a necklace. Something of the leather strap variety. I wonder if she would like diamond-encrusted—no, she’s a simple girl, so I’ll get her something simple.

Taking Clover and locking her in my penthouse safehouse was so gratifying. Seeing Phoenix breaking down and losing his shit was well worth the effort. Since I’m not breaking any of the accords, I know he can’t come after me. She’s not a Colton or a protected asset, and she means nothing to the Syndicate. They couldn’t care less about her. Meaning she is mine to do with as I please, and I please to do a lot.

First, I’ll have to deal with my annoyingbird. A code name I told Clint to use when talking about Phoenix in front of Clover. I don’t want her knowing he’s looking for her. I need her to break, not have hope. I want her crawling and begging and forgetting all about Phoenix Colton.

Leaving my little pet in her cage below my penthouse, I exit the secret door in my bedroom. Knowing she is under my feet sends a surge of power and lust through my bones. I may have just gotten off on her, the memory of which will live in my mind long after she’s gone and I’ve moved on to a new pet, but the thought of owning her makes me hard all over again.

I met Clint in the living room just down the hall from my master bedroom. Smoothing out my dress shirt while rolling the sleeves down and buttoning the cuffs.

“So what is the problem with the Colton’s that was so important that you had to stop me from getting my dick wet in Phoenix’s prized cunt?”

“A bunch of the Colton’s are stirring up shit at the clubs. Tearing through each one searching forher.” Clint gestures with his head down to where Clover is locked on the floor beneath our feet.

Handing me a tablet to see a video queued from one of the security cameras at one of our many clubs. I hit play and watch as Phoenix and Beau, one of his trusty sidekicks, stalk through private backrooms and VIP areas, pushing people out of the way, threatening security and bartenders. No doubt asking if they’d seen Clover and getting infuriated when they have nothing to help him. No one he asks will. None of them saw her or know anything.

“Morons. They’re looking for her at the strip clubs? How stupid do they think I am?”

If this is my competition, I’ll have Clover as my pet for as long as I like. The safehouse is off every book and in numerous fake names and shell companies. Anyone who runs searches on the space will find it owned by a little old lady with no family and only a hearty bank account padded by a large life insurance claim from her long-dead husband.

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