Furious, he remarked, “Yes, you can, sub.”
Her hands went over her face, and then she choked out, “Why didn’t you want to fuck my pussy? I can’t take this.”
Insane with anger, he barked, “Fuck, you can take so much more.”
“Alaska,” she squeaked.
His training tried to kick in. Not now. Instead, he turned the reins over to his fiery instinct. He clamped his new collar around her neck. “There. You’re mine. You wanted to know why I hadn’t fucked your pretty, little cunt?”
“Please, Master. This is too much.”
He pulled her hair, and stated through gritted teeth, “You need to stop talking and start listening, Jessie.”
Then in rapid succession, she squeaked one word. “Alaska. Alaska. Alaska.”
“I’ve never even considered I could fall in love, but you changed all that for me. I’m crazy for you. I was waiting to make love to you when I knew you were ready to put on my collar. Does that make sense to you?”
Her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth gaped open.
Looking at his claim to Jessie around her neck cleared his mind, and all his years of training steamrolled his uncontrolled carnality. He immediately realized she’d been invoking her safe word, and he’d been ignoring it. Fuck! He’d broken the code. Guilt crushed him into a million pieces.
“Jessie, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t understand this.” She looked shocked. “I’m so confused, Master.”
Austin reached for her, and then pulled his hand back just before he could touch her. His brothers rushed back into the room. Dallas punched him in the face, nearly knocking him off his feet. There was no will left in him to retaliate.
“Get the fuck out of here, Austin. Haven’t you hurt her enough?” Jackson asked.
Jessie shook her head from side to side.
“I certainly have.” Without another word, he shot out the door to his truck.
He heard Jessie scream, “Wait!”
But he didn’t stop. Instead, once in his truck, he turned the key in the ignition. He knew what he had to do.
Chapter Ten
Sitting on the motel room’s bed, Paul King held the pistol in his hand. Where the fuck was his nephew? The teen should’ve been at his door already. Paul was itching to empty out the rounds in his gun into the fucking cunt’s head.
He looked at his watch and decided to give his nephew thirty more minutes to show. If the kid didn’t make it by then, Paul would head back to Wilde to deliver his brand of justice.
* * * *
Jessie buttoned up her shirt. She was grateful that some of her clothes she’d brought for her training with Denver were still in his closet.
“You’re not going, Jessie.” Denver stated flatly. “Understand?”
Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas stood beside him, blocking the door out of the room.
“You may be in full-on Dom mode, Denver. I’m not in a submissive mode at the moment.”
“Too bad for you.” His eyelids narrowed.
Phoenix shook his head. “Angel, we can’t let you leave.”
“Very true,” Jackson agreed.