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“Only good girls get to come. Are you a good girl? Are you going to behave now?”

I pull her head back so I can see her face and watch as her eyes flutter open. They are glassy as fuck and she looks absolutely beautiful like this. Completely blissed out.

“Admit you'd like it if Jonathan and I both took you together.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Admit it and I’ll let you come,” I growl out as I pull her head up further.

Tears stream down her face as she shakes her head and moans what I’m fairly certain is a yes into the fabric.

“Good girl,” I say, letting go of her hair. She falls forward, gripping the top of the desk edge with both hands. I use one hand to rub her clit quickly while pumping my thumb and dick inside her. She throws her head back, moaning, and I feel her pussy clench tightly. It pulsates around my cock, sending me over the edge. I come so hard, I nearly black out and bite down on Kaz’s shoulder to stifle the sound of my moan. She doesn’t move as I pull out and step back enough to watch my cum asit slowly drips out of her pussy and down her thighs. I run my fingers down her slit in awe of how fucking perfect it looks but my view is cut off quickly when she spins around and pulls her skirt down.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

“You’re on birth control,” I state matter of factly.

“How the hell do you know?” she asks me, angrily.

I tuck myself back into my pants and sit down in my chair looking up at her. “I know everything you do, Kaz. Everything. Now go clean yourself up.” I wave my hand, dismissing her.

“You are a fucking asshole," she seethes as she throws my wet tie in my face, grabs her dagger, and shoves it back into its sheath. She then proceeds to grab a tissue and wipe under her eyes and around her mouth before dropping it on my desk. She looks directly at me while straightening her skirt and making it a point to not wipe my cum from her thighs before whipping around and strolling right out of my office with her head held high. I groan and bite my fist as I imagine it dripping from her the rest of the day. A reminder of who she belongs to.

Chapter 17

Kaz

Two Months later

I’m walking into my apartment and throwing down my gym bag when my phone vibrates. I roll my eyes when I look at it to see it’s Jamison. I swear, his timing is impeccable. It’s as if he’s following me or something. He can wait, I think to myself, before peeling off my clothes and stepping into the shower. My muscles ache in the best way possible after the intense training I had today. Three months ago, I found a small MMA gym not far from where I live. When I first attended, I tried to play it off like I was new but I couldn’t fool Enrique. To be fair, It had been way too many years since I had trained and I really had no idea how quickly I would pick it back up. He had me back and better than ever within the first month. I think the combination of Nate attempting to kidnap Riley yet again coupled with Xavier and Corrine’s car accident really set me into motion.

Everyone knows that the accident was no accident at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was Lockhart’s way of trying to get back at Sebastian and Riley for getting married. Since then, I’ve been laying low and attempting to watch my back as best as possible. The old me, the one that grew up on the bad side of the tracks, has come out and I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing just yet. The hot water hits my body and I sigh out loud relishing in the feel of it hitting my sore muscles. Beforelong, I've steamed up the entire bathroom. It billows out from the doorway as I reenter my bedroom and pick up my phone. My towel is wrapped around me and my hair lays wet against my back. Multiple unread messages show on my screen including one from Riley.

We are having a shopping day tomorrow! My sister could use a little retail therapy and I just know you are perfect to help me keep her company!

I smile before shooting off a text agreeing to go with them. I’m actually pretty excited. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to just hang out with the girls and I really could use some retail therapy myself. Unfortunately, my dreams are crushed upon reading the text messages from Jamison I had ignored earlier.

Good evening Kitten.

Looks like I will be accompanying you and the girls tomorrow.

You are clearly ignoring me. I’ll add it to the list of punishable offenses.

I bite my lip and rub my thighs together remembering the last time Jamison had punished me in his office just a few weeks earlier. He had forced me to my knees right under his desk and unzipped his pants. Before I knew what was happening, his dick was halfway down my throat while he whispered the dirtiest things to me. The worst part was Xavier walking in and Jamison deciding it was the perfect time to have a five minute conversation with him. I was so mortified at being caught under Jamison’s desk, yet completely turned on at the same time, that I continued to suck him off. Once Xavier hadleft and locked the door behind him, he had immediately pulled me out from under his desk and bent me over the top. That was the first time I actually slept with Jamison. He was an entirely different animal. Shoving his tie in my mouth while fucking me ruthlessly. I remember him calling me a little slut and asking me if I wanted Xavier to come back and join us. I had shaken my head no angrily and glared at him. He had laughed and asked me if I preferred Jonathan instead. I didn’t respond to that particular question right away but he knew my truth. Once we were done, he had dismissed me without a second thought, telling me to go clean myself up. Fucking asshole. I was so pissed off I went home early that day and spent twice the time at my gym. I fucking hate him. I hate that he holds my secret over my head and I hate that my body responds to all of the dirty things he does to it. How can two humans who have shared the same womb be so different? Jonathan, so sweet and light hearted. Jamison, so dark and twisted. Another text comes through making me chuckle while rolling my eyes.

Bad Kitten.

I throw my phone down on my nightstand without responding back to him. If I have to have a babysitter, I might as well make it fun. And what’s more fun than getting under Jamison’s skin? If he wants to play games, I'll show him that two can play.

Chapter 18

Jamison

She’s fucking with me, I know it. I watch Kaz as she struts past the assistant's desks, casually looking in my direction with a glint in her eye. She’s wearing a pair of strappy heels and a short pin skirt with her signature ruffled blouse. I don’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s getting to me as I watch her while leaning against the doorway of my office. Internally, my brain is on overdrive. I keep imagining her in the sexy little piece of lingerie she tried on last week when she was shopping with the girls. Visions of her dancing with Corrine, Riley’s sister, at the club assault my memory and I scowl. She was trying to piss me off and she succeeded. I can’t wait to punish her again. I thought I was enamored by her before, but now that I’ve really had a taste, I don’t think I can let her go. The problem is that neither can Jonathan. We have shared every damn thing our entire lives yet this woman is destroying that piece by fucking piece. I watch as she enters Xavier’s office and my eyes narrow. She better not be letting Xavier fuck her too. A few minutes go by and she doesn’t exit. She wouldn’t dare, would she? So many secrets, my Kitten has. Could this be another? I stride towards the office casually but pick up my pace when I hear Xavier shouting at Kaz. I stop for a minute and listen to their conversation before entering.

“Why don’t you head back up to your office and I'll bring the proper documents by in a bit, Kaz?” I say to her curtly.

I grab her arm to stop her as she proceeds to glide past me. “Are you okay?”

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