Page 82 of The Masks She Wore

?“So, what’s the plan?” I heard Zo ask as I grabbed my creamer from the fridge. “You’ve claimed her. What’s next?”

?I suppose nothing would be a secret between partners, especially not that. He had made it clear that he wanted the world to know who I belonged to. It made sense that she would already know that.

?“Kill whoever is after her before she gets killed,” he answered simply.

?I shivered unintentionally at the way he said that. I had almost forgotten. It wasn’t just that I had lost my entire life, but there was a reason they were here. Someone had hired them to kill me, and the only reason I was alive was because Jack was curious.

?Lucky me.

?“With her,” Zo stated coldly. “What’s next with her? Are you moving her into the building? Are you leashing her up and dragging her with you on assignments? What’s the plan?”

?I opened the fridge, sliding my creamer back, glancing over towards them at her question.

?Jack was looking me over, his eyes lingering on my ass, despite the fact that I was wearing shapeless, over-sized grey sweatpants.

?I straightened with a frown, shut the fridge and turned for my coffee.

?“I’m still on assignment,” he finally answered. “Her leash is tight.”

?Dick.

?Rather than picking up my coffee, I walked over to the pantry, opened it up, and crouched down in front of the box of files I had. I feathered through it until I found my notebook. Pulling it out, I walked back over to the counter and flipped to the first clean page I could find.

?Dicks in Masks, I labeled it.

?“The man in the mask was mysterious. Showing up out of nowhere, he decided to lay a cla—”

?The notebook was ripped from my hand, causing the pen to leave a long, gouging mark across the page. “Hey!” I snapped, straightening.

?Jack’s eyes narrowed as he read over it. “No recording.”

?I lunged for the book, but he pulled it out of reach, which wasn’t hard to do considering his height on me and how he stood across the island from where I did.

?I glared. “I’m notrecordingyour fucked up agendas, I’m writing a book.”

?He studied me carefully, his chin lifting. “You don’t write books.”

?“No authors write books until they pick up a pen and startwriting books,” I reminded him.

?He eyed me carefully before turning to the table. “Sit,” he ordered.

?Rather than listen, I turned for the other counter, picked up my coffee, turned back to him, and took a long drink, eyeing him over the rim of the mug.

?He didn’t look back until he reached his chair. “Rae,” he warned, setting the notebook down in front of the chair right beside him. “Sit down.”

?I kept my glare locked on his. “I am not adog, no matter what your partner says. I can do what I want in my own home.”

?He stalked over to me, becoming this…this…wallof darkness and evil.

?“Coffee,” I said quickly, stumbling back a step as he neared me. “Coffee!”

?He snatched my cup out of my hand and wrapped his hand back into my hair, somehow managing to spill not a single drop. He leaned in until our lips nearly touched, our eyes so close, I had no other option than to look at them. “You’re not a dog, Princess, but you will do as I say, when I say it, how I say it.”

?I swallowed, his grip tightening in my hair, my new underwear soaking through as I fought the urge to touch him. “Or what?” I asked through my teeth.“Or you’ll tie me up for another week?”Because that seemed well worth it. Another week of not thinking about anything but how his cock felt inside of me and how much everything hurt.

?“Or I will take things away from you that you never knew you needed.”

?I bared my teeth at him. “What? Like your cock? I’ve got plenty of toys for that.” Nothing like him though, I had to admit.

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