Page 21 of Rescuing Our Bride

“No one’s coming, Anna.” Mark addresses me, but he’s staring at Patrick as if the words are directed at him. “Jax and I took care of it. We’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Patrick’s screams are muffled by the gag, but I can pick up bits and pieces of the threats he’s spewing. His skin is red, veins bulging and strained in his neck and temples. I’m not one to wish ill will on a person but if Patrick had a heart attack right now, I wouldn’t waste a breath performing CPR.

“We should kill him and be done with it.” Mark is still glaring at Patrick as he talks to Jax about their next move. “I don’t want to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life.”

Patrick makes a garbled choking sound that might be a laugh.

“We won’t,” Jax says with such finality that it draws Mark’s attention away from my former fiancé. “I have an idea.”

Mark’s lips curl in a wicked sneer that almost makes me feel bad for Patrick. Almost. “What do you have in mind?”

Jax runs through his plan. It’s deviant and beautiful and hits Patrick right where it’s sure to hurt him the most.

“You want to do what?” I should be shocked. Maybe even horrified. I should refuse, but a part of me, a dark, depraved part of me, wants to do the things he’s suggesting.

Jax wants to take me, make Patrick watch as he and Mark claim me once and for all, removing all doubt who I belong to. And it’s not Patrick.

Mark is already unbuttoning his pants. “On your knees, Anna.”

“I can’t…I’m not going to…not with him watching,” I protest but the ache between my legs intensifies, and I get down on all fours despite the words falling from my lips.

Mark kneels behind me, positioning me at an angle that provides Patrick with the best view of what he’s about to do to me. “Whose pussy is this?” He smacks my ass when I fail to answer. “Who does this pussy belong to, Anna?”

Another smack.

“You,” I cry out when his hand connects with my ass a third time, then mewl like a fucking kitten when he rubs his hand where he made contact, soothing away the sting.

“Fucking right, you do. This pussy is mine; mine, and Jax’s.” He grips my hips and, with one brutal thrust, impales me with his rock-hard cock.

Jax hovers beside us, his gaze fixed on me as I watch him unzip his pants and free his erection. He fists his hand around his shaft, moving it up and down in long slow strokes as he waits his turn with the patience of a saint.

Or maybe the devil.

Mark snakes his hand around my hip, then lower until his fingers reach my swollen, aching clit. He moves them in fast, tight circles, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. He increases the pace, the slap of skin on skin louder as he rails me from behind. The twitch of his cock, knowing he’s so close, right there with me at my climax is all it takes. I’m still screaming his name when he explodes inside me. He leans over, pressing a kiss against my spine before easing out of me.

My body is still aching for him, but Jax is there before I have the chance to truly miss his presence.

“Roll over onto your back for me, baby.” Jax runs his hands along my legs, the callouses on his strong hands kiss my skin with each caress, as he raises them and hooks my ankles over his shoulders. He rubs the tip of his dick along my slick, oversensitive slit then slips in, forcing Mark’s cum that’s leaking out of me back inside my pussy. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” I don’t hesitate to answer this time because I know it’s true. They own me. Every single inch of my body and soul belongs to them. “You do.”

“That’s right, Anna. You’re such a good girl, taking my cock.” Jax rolls his hips, hitting a spot so deep it almost hurts, but that twist of pain, the pressure of being so full, of having so much of him, is a new, delicious level of pleasure I’ve never experienced before. He moves faster, harder, with every gasp and moan I make. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my fucking cock while I ravage this beautiful fucking pussy. Let him see what I do to you.”

I love the way they talk to me, the way they tell me what to do. It’s so easy, so right to follow their commands. I do as I’m told and slide my hand over my swollen clit, bringing myself to another orgasm and screaming Jax’s name as he comes, emptying himself inside me.

Jax gets up, helps me to my feet, and makes sure my wobbly legs will support me before gathering what’s left of my clothes. He slips his shirt over my head and holds my jeans as I step into them before handing me over to Mark.

“If you so much as whisper her name in the dark, you’re finished. Raise as much as a finger in retaliation; make a move against her mother, and I will destroy you. With one keystroke,” Jax waves his hand, gesturing to the room and the whole of Patrick’s empire, “all of this disappears. Nod if you understand.”

Patrick’s expression darkens, his eyes narrowing to thin slits, but he nods.

Without a word or a parting glance, I leave my fiancé strapped to the chair, bound and gagged with my panties and the only taste of me he’ll ever have still in his mouth.

14

JAX

Ishould have killed him. I should have let Mark kill him. It’s been weeks since we left Patrick Calhoun strapped to that chair, surrounded by all the glitz and gold, all the symbols of his wealth and power that he holds dear. All but one. One priceless, precious possession.

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