Page 48 of Cross Point

“Son of a bitch!”

“That’s for being stupid,” she snarled at him, then slammed her mouth down on his in a brutal kiss. He gripped her hair in his hand, holding her still as he met her aggression head-on, feeding off of her as she did him, their tongues tangling together in wild fervor.

He pulled back with a curse and touched his lip. “You fucking wildcat.”

Her eyes narrowed on him at the new nickname, then she swung her head over to Maxwell as he laughed.

“Kat. It suits you,” he claimed. “One minute you’re purring and rubbing against us, and the next you’re spitting and swiping at us with your claws.”

“Oh, really? How about this?”

She reached up and got a good hold of Maxwell’s shirt, ripping it apart so the fabric was torn in half.

“Well, now…this shirt was expensive,” he said, his blue eyes practically glowing with lust and laughter.

“Bill me,” she retorted.

Maxwell growled as he yanked her into his arms. He took her lips in a searing kiss, sharing the same wild heat that she had with Jackson seconds earlier. She crawled onto his lap, straddling him and rubbing against his rock-hard shaft like the cat he’d nicknamed her.

“Not in here,” Jackson said, distracting them. “Not in this room.”

“Why,” she asked mockingly as she turned her head to glare at him. “Don’t you fuck all your women in here?”

His eyes narrowed. “And you’ve made it clear how you feel about that when you broke the fucking chair into pieces.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I did. I want to torch this damn room.”

“Jealous much?” Jackson shot back with a smirk.

“Hell, yes, I am,” she snapped. “If you’re serious about making this work, then you’re mine just as much as I’m yours. Do you want to hear about the last man I slept with before you two? How many times we did it and in what positions?”

“No!” both men shouted.

“Being in here is the equivalent of that. It’s like a fucking slap to the face.”

“Then, I’ll tear the damn place apart myself tomorrow,” Jackson swore as he hauled her into his arms as he stood. “But right now, I’m taking you to my room and we’re going to fuck you on my bed where you belong.”

He carried her out, taking her down the long hallway to the right wing of the house to his room at the end of the hallway. When they got to his room, he didn’t stop until he tossed her onto his massive bed.

Where the other room had been cold, this room felt like his personal domain. It had the same mahogany wood furniture as the other one, but the walls were a soft, pale blue that matched the duvet covering the bed. Clothes were thrown over one of the chairs and scattered over the floor. There was an enormous TV over a gas fireplace and a set of French doors leading to a large balcony that overlooked the sea. The glass balcony doors and wide windows let the moonlight spill into the room, giving them enough light to see everything clearly.

Jackson realized that having her here in his space felt right. It felt like she belonged there. That thought should have freaked him out, but strangely, it didn’t.

She had been right. The other room had been where he had taken women when he had them over. He never allowed anyone he was seeing into his own bedroom, his haven. And he had fucked up taking Trinity in there. She hadn’t belonged in that room, and he’d known it. Having her in there had felt wrong, but he had been determined to get her to open up to him.

He’d gone with his default, using sexual persuasion to get what he wanted, but that had been a mistake. But he hadn’t realized just how badly he’d miscalculated until she had started speaking.

She pushed him back when he tried to come down on top of her and shook her head. Without looking away from him, she reached out and pulled Maxwell down on the bed next to him.

“Uh uh, Jackson. You still need to be punished for pulling that shit in the other room.”

“What?”

“I’ll take care of you later. That’s a promise. But as your punishment, this first round you have to watch Max fuck my brains out.”

Maxwell suck in a sharp breath, then he grinned. “With pleasure.”

“Damn it, Katrina!” Jackson raged.

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