Page 1 of Whispered Surrender

PROLOGUE

JAY

I rerunthe security footage in the dimly lit room. I should be focused on finding a clue, any little thread that will give us more information about the man we’re looking for who turned traitor.

Instead, my thumb slides over the keys of my laptop, rewinding it to the beautiful blonde with the accent who turns my dick to stone. Sasha’s attempt at seduction is obvious, wearing a see-through little red lace teddy that exposes her erect nipples. “Hello, lover boy,” she says in her thick Russian accent.

It doesn’t matter that she isn’t speaking to me, or that she wants one of the billionaires I’ve recently signed on to protect, or that he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings in the slightest. I still can’t bring myself to turn away from the beautiful blonde angel on the screen.

Maybe it’s that look in her eyes, or something about the way her voice catches when she speaks that calls to my dominance as though she were put on earth just for me.

Brian clears his throat. “Sasha, I thought I made myself pretty clear.”

I’m sure he tells all the woman he meets at the club that very same thing because everyone knows he doesn’t do relationships. Everyone but her because she keeps trying.

Her red-lined lips come together in the cutest of pouts. “Oh, don’t be like that, lover. I’ll only be in the United States for a couple more weeks. I thought we could spend time enjoying each other until then. I even purchased some new toys,” she says, holding up handcuffs and a riding crop with a silver handle.

My dick shifts against my pants, but my jaw tightens with irritation. I know what to do with that damn paddle even if the man I’m supposed to be protecting isn’t interested.

“Are you listening to me, lover boy?” Sasha asks, pulling the top of her bodice down, leaving those perfect tits and nipples on display for anyone with a need to scour these films to see.

Brian shakes his head. “Sasha, we had a great time, but I told you, we’re through. Please don’t contact me again,” he says, before hitting the disconnect button and causing the screen to go blank.

Yet, the image of her seeking out comfort or solace, unwilling to take no for an answer, even baring herself as a ploy to win him over after being rejected, and the pained look on her face runs rampantly through my mind.

A ruthless protector, paid handsomely to ensure the billionaires and mafia men I work for, and their families are safe, I plan to look out for the wayward angel who’s managed to captivate my attention and could benefit from a very firm hand.

1

JAY

An altercationin the seven-story glass Bel Air mansion’s sex club for Los Angeles’s most powerful and elite can’t be good for anyone. I send a message to my security team who are outside, alerting them to stand by, not knowing what we’ll encounter when we reach the playroom. Brian Carrington, my boss’s best friend and one of the wealthiest billionaires in the world, someone who our security team has been asked to protect, looks grim as he leads me downstairs in his private elevator.

We enter the very members only lower level of his mansion, and the monitors on the screen, cause my blood to pump with rage. The angel I’ve been dreaming about ever since I took over Carrington’s security screams in anguish as the long whip cracks against her tender flesh.

Brian’s moving fast, hearing the sound of a non-consensual exchange. He knows exactly where the weapon and key is in case something like this breaks out in his club, but my job is to protect him at any cost. I’m not about to let him hit the headlines tomorrow or go to jail if I can prevent it. I grab both the weapon and key from him, unlock it in record time and burst through the door of the secured playroom.

The man looks drugged out, but I don’t give a shit what his issue is. If he hits her again, he’s going to die on the spot. I give him a chance and tell him exactly that, even though taking this fucker out right here and now would give me great pleasure. He knows he’s done; I see it in his face as he turns to glare at me, and then hear it as he yells in protest as my security team overtakes him.

The woman of my fantasies is chained and hanging from the ceiling with angry marks on her back. I know in this community play gets hard. I’m fine with that when both parties want the same thing, but that’s not what’s going on here.

Brian barks orders to call his physician and starts talking to her, trying to console her while she continues to sob. I just want her down, and after the videos I’ve seen of them together, I don’t want his hands anywhere near her.

Brian is still talking, trying to assure her that she’s going to be okay, but I can’t wait anymore. I release her and cradle her in my arms before carrying her to the bed on the other side of the room.

When I lay her down, she cries out softly. Her chest and back heave as she tries to inhale and hold back her sobs, gulping in large quantities of air. I know right then and there that the fucker who did this is going to pay severely for every bit of pain that she’s feeling right now. I gather her long silky blonde hair, removing it from her back, and pull the blanket up to conceal her legs and ass. The wounds on her back are too fresh to cover with anything right now, at least until they’ve been treated.

I wish I didn’t have to leave her in the care of Brian Carrington, but he has the best physician money can buy and she will be well taken care of while I’m gone.

I get outside, and my team has the dickwad safeguarded, ready to take him wherever I tell them to. The protocol is to secure him until the billionaire we work for decides what he wants to do with him, but this asshole isn’t getting that luxury.

“You hit a woman, and we do the same to you,” I say, donning my piece and clocking him square in the mouth, feeling his teeth break under my fist before he screams. I grab him behind the neck and bring him down onto my knee, breaking his nose along with every other fucking rule and protocol we have as a security team.

“Deal with him.” I leave my entire crew with mouths hanging wide open and entirely stunned to handle the mess I’ve made. I get back into the lounge, and the scene on the monitor above the bar sends me into a blind fucking rage.

The camera is still fucking on, and the blonde is on show for everyone in the club to see. Brian is rubbing her back, stroking her before he slides his hands lower, caressing the bottom of her back right above her buttocks, and that’s all I fucking need to see to propel my ass forward. I stalk down the hallway, and hear voices in the room, and that’s the only thing that causes me to pause and listen at the cracked open door instead of bursting in as I intended.

I’ve seen the tapes of the same blonde beauty repeatedly making advances to Brian, and time and time again he’s turned her away, and now he’s got his fucking hands all over her.

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