Page 2 of Better Hide

Jayden barely glances at me. “No.”

Heat rushes over me, and I whirl on Cole. He’s watching me intently.

“You heard the boss man.”

No. I won’t let this happen again. I’m going to take some of my power back.

I dart to my feet, heading for the bag I brought from Rosemary’s house. It’s on the table, right next to Jayden’s.

Faster than I can register, one of Jayden’s hands is on my throat, and the other is behind my head. He slams me against the wall, pinning me there against his solid, naked body. He presses into me, his hand firmly caging my neck.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, struggling against him. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

“Want to tell me again what I can’t do?” Jayden bites down on my ear—hard. I yelp.

“Because from here, it looks like I can do whatever the fuck I want. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Jayden’s voice is low and rumbly. He pulls back enough to fix his dark eyes onme. There’s a flash of anger, and his voice deepens. “Is this what he did to you?”

Jayden’s hand tightens around my throat, and I cough, grabbing at his hand. I’m confused. “What?”

“The guy you hooked up with.” Jayden’s hand tightens more, and disgust fills his gaze.

My head gets light. Oh shit. The only guy I went on a date with? The one who didn’t even make it past first base?

“I…didn’t…” I claw at Jayden’s hand, but he doesn’t let me go. “We didn’t do anything.”

“I should mark all the places he touched. Remove his touch from your skin.”

Darkness flickers in my vision, and my heart pounds in my ears.

“Did he touch you here?”

My whole body is tingling. Jayden lets up just enough that I suck in a breath, and my skin washes in heat.

Jayden cups my pussy. “Did. He. Touch. You. Here?”

My eyes move slowly. It’s like I’m dreaming and trying to get my body to react. “No.”

“Well, that’s good. For you. I’ve never tattooed a pussy, but I’m not above trying.” Jayden curls his lip. “Where did he touch you?”

I try to unscramble my brain. I don’t even remember.

Jayden squeezes harder, and I gasp.

That’s right. The man pinned my wrists above my head. My eyesight is starting to narrow.

“My wrists,” I try to suck in a breath.

Jayden yanks me forward, and all I can tell is that I’m flying through the air. “Cole, hold her down.”

When I blink a few times, clearing my vision, I’ve landed on my back, and I’m laying on the bed. I scramble to get up,but Cole’s heavy hands land on my shoulders, pinning me back down.

Jayden looms at the edge of the bed, his dick hard again despite having already fucked my throat raw. He grips his cock, jerking himself roughly. “You let another man touch what you knew was ours?”

I try to get up, but Cole just leans into me more. “Daddy’s talking. Listen up.”

Jayden strokes himself harder. “You’re ours, Jo. Ours to torment. Ours to fuck with. Ours to own. No one else fucking touches you.”

The words cause anger to burn through me. “I’m not yours,” I spit.

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