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Jack jumped. The glass he'd been washing went flying. It shattered upon impact. He whirled around and threw his elbow toward my face. I leaned back, letting his hit graze me over my nose.

"You have to be quicker than that. I could have killed you at least ten different ways."

"What the fuck, Cian!" Jack glared at me. "Why are you fucking like this?"

I tsked. "Your guard dog would be sad to hear you speak like that."

Jack looked around as if waiting for Ronan to come to chastise him. "He isn't here."

I couldn't help but laugh, messing with Jack was too much fun. "Shouldn't you be more alert?”

"I'm not good at hand-to-hand. Give me a gun and I'll show you what I can do."

The confidence that shimmered in his brown eyes was something to behold. For some reason, I didn't doubt his words.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer."

Jack stood up taller. "Really?"

"Yeah, when pigs fly."

Jack groaned and turned away from me. "You're a fucking asshole. Don't you have something to do besides make my life a living hell?"

"Nope." I leaned in close and blew over Jack's ear. "I'm all yours, princess."

"Fuck." Jack jumped away, another glass slipping between his fingers. "Now I have to clean that up," Jack complained.

My hand curled around his upper arm, stopping him from walking away from me. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have to clean up the broken glass. Finnian is going to be pissed. That's like the fifth one I've broken."

Jack was shit at cleaning up, but it was still fun to watch him fumble about. An idea came to mind, and I smiled.

"What the fuck; let me go," Jack said as he attempted to pull his arm free.

I reflectively tightened my hold on his arm and tugged him against me. "No."

"I want nothing to do with that creepy fucking smile."

"Awe, thanks princess."

"It wasn't a compliment." Jack groaned as I dragged him out of the kitchen and to the backroom. "You already had your punishment."

"Who said I was done?"

Jack visibly shivered in my hold. I liked the fear and desire swimming in his brown eyes.

"That's not fair."

"Are you really complaining? Not to mention I was certain I told you that you weren't allowed to cum."

"I didn't."

I stopped in the middle of my room and grabbed one of the remotes. After a quick few changes, the footage from a few nights prior came on the screen. Jack was sprawled out in bed, his gaze flickering over to the door as he palmed his hard cock. We both watched as he sank two saliva-slicked fingers in his greedy hole and pumped his cock furiously. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he strained not to make too much sound.

"You recorded me?" Jack lunged for the remote in my hand.

I moved backward, grabbed the back of his neck, and shoved him down on the bed. I pressed against his backside and groaned.

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