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Then I let it out.

The liquor spews from my mouth right onto her face, dripping onto that blazer I know she can’t afford. “It’s fucking disgusting.”

“You can’t treat me this way,” Ember says, her voice taught as liquid drips down her cheek onto her dewy lips. “You can’t treat anyone this way. Or are you too starved for Daddy’s attention to realize?”

That smirk stays on my face, realizing how much I rile her up. Reaching for the last glass, she swipes at it first. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “You rather make that again for me, Butterfly? You like doing what I say, don’t you? Like a good little slut?”

Hannah screams as cold splashes over me.

“You can take your orders and fucking shove it McKinsley.” Blinking through the drink pouring down my face, Ember’s eyes feel like hot lasers as my muscles tense. “You don’t own me or what I do. Ever. Got it?”

“Ember!” Charlotte’s voice comes across the room but I’m already on my feet, pushing the entire coffee table over.

When I step forward, she steps back. Everyone else disappears. “Apologize,” I demand.

“Fuck you,” she spits.

“Ember!” Charlotte calls again but I don’t know where she is, all I see is her. “Apologize to Mister McKinsley.” She doesn’t, her chest heaving as she glares at me. “Now. Or you can say toodles to this job.”

She looks around the silent room. The Xx’s “Intro” is the only thing I hear besides the thuds of my heart. “I’m waiting,” I chide, my eyes dropping to those perky nipples hardening under her wet jumper. Moving my eyes back to hers, I stick my tongue out to catch the rest of the drink dropping off my face. Those eyes land on my tongue as I move it across my lips.

She mumbles, “I’m sorry.” It’s a quiet apology. And that’s not good enough.

“You’re what?” I bark, her shoulders rising again.

“I’m sorry,” she mocks.

“On your knees.”

“The fuck?”

“On. Your. Knees,” I repeat, enunciating each word so she and everyone else can hear me. “Now.”

“Fuck you,” she spits. “No.”

“Looks like our Valley Vermin doesn’t want this job, does she?” Hannah chimes in, likely relishing in Ember’s humiliation.

Ember moves to her knees, glancing around her. When she looks up at me, my cock jumps in my pants but I ignore it. “Apologize,” I say again. “Louder.”

“I said I’m sorry,” she mutters. I move closer, towering over her as she glowers back at me with those big bloodstone eyes.

“Sorry, who?”

Charlotte’s voice comes from beside me. “Malcolm, we don’t need all that do we?” She must’ve made her way over to temper the drama for the sake of the members.

“Stay out of it, Charlotte, or I’ll have a word with my father.”

Charlotte sighs, “Whatever you’re doing, make it quick.”

Good, that means Ember on her knees is all mine. “Now.” I take one more step closer to Ember until I can feel her breath against the outline of my cock. Her eyes fall to it. “Sorry, who?”

Her voice trembles as she glances around. With another gulp, she speaks, “I’m sorry, Ma?—”

“Unh, unh, Butterfly. Look at me when you say it.”

Her eyes flick up to me again, her mouth twisted before she takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Mac.” Another twitch in my pants comes with how she says my name, that hard-c with emphasis. “Are you?”

“I am.”

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