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“Oh, you think so?”

“I do, Jett. I let you torture me in that place, and I had a lot of time to think about things. I’ll do anything to protect you, just as I know you’ll do anything for me. Right now, though, you’ll need to bow down to me and earn my fucking respect.”

Every word was delivered with confidence, only causing me to lose sight of my anger. How long had I waited for a woman to stand up to me, to break and come out the other side better for it?

It had me dropping to my knees on the shattered glass. I relished the pain it caused. It gave me purpose. Pulling Ebony upward, I rested her leg over my shoulder and dove into her, lapping at her little nub nestled between her folds. I felt her move around against my face, smothering me. The hot water was hitting the side of my neck hard while Ebony dug her nails into the other shoulder. I could barely breathe, but who the fuck needed to breathe when they were in this position? My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place to receive my oral assault. Pushing one finger into her hot core, I matched the rhythm with my lapping sending her into a panting frenzy, her scratching increasing, and her writhing against my face becoming more frequent.

This woman was mine, whether she knew it yet or not. I never knelt for a woman, but for her I knew I would do fucking anything.

I increased the speed forcing her to hold onto the broken glass beside her. She didn’t pull away nor did she scream in pain. The only screams coming from her were of pure pleasure. Blood dripped down her hands and down the glass until it mixed with the water heading for the drain. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I was pretty damn sure I’d just met my match.

Chapter Six

JETT

Ebony still had a way to go before I could trust her enough to bring her into the organization. But I had to admit, after that performance in the shower, I knew I wasn’t in control anymore.

York came in early the next day and was now cooking breakfast in my kitchen. The smell of the bacon and eggs had my stomach growling. I’d completely forgone dinner in favor of looking after Ebony’s needs.

“What do you think?” York asked, serving a plate to me.

“Of?”

“Her transformation.”

“She needs to be tested, but from what I’ve seen… she’s… fuck! I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I think she’s my fucking Queen.”

York smiled. “Good.”

“I’m going to set up a simple hit to see if she has what it takes.”

“Ty is getting a little hot under the collar, think he needs to be taught a lesson.”

“Good, I’ll leave her here alone to complete that task.”

“Sure. Assignments for the others?”

“No. I want her to assert herself over them. She’ll eventually need to do it.”

York nodded. “Orders?”

“Set up a business meet in Rome. I’ll give her four days.”

He headed out leaving me to formulate a plan. I wondered how long it would take for Ebony to wake up. It was almost eleven in the morning.How could anyone sleep this late?

After what seemed an eternity, but was only half an hour later, I heard her walk into the kitchen wearing only one of my button-down shirts. She walked to the fridge without a word.

“Good morning,” I said to her.

She grunted in response. “I guess. No milk?”

“No, do you need some?”

“Who doesn’t have milk?”

“People who don’t drink it. I can get you some.”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to me. Her bandaged hand reached out and snatched the last piece of bacon from my plate. I watched her chew on it licking her lips of the excess oil.

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