Chapter 2
2
JAYDEN
Jo looks so pretty covered in my cum. She’s lying under Cole, seething, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. She’s so beautiful and feisty.
So utterly fucking stupid .
“Keep her there,” I demand, snatching up Jo’s phone and marching back over to them. Rage courses through me. Jo thought she could let another man touch her.
My legs tremble. I’ve had nightmares for the last six months that someone else would touch her. Hurt her. Take advantage of her. She’s rash and untrained—an easy target. She was a fucking idiot for letting anyone that close.
Only we can be that close. Only we can break her.
“Look at me,” I demand.
“What?” Jo’s gaze snaps from the phone to my eyes. Her eyes are full of challenge and hate, and there’s not the slightest bit of submission in them. Immediately, she looks away again.
I lean down, my words slower. “Look. At. Me. I’m going to take a picture, and you will post it so all your little followers know who you belong to.”
Jo’s eyes flare with anger, and she glares to the side.
“Does someone need a little motivation?” Cole pins Jo’s hands in one of his and reaches down between their bodies. Jo jumps when he tweaks her clit.
“Need me to show you just what he wants?” Cole rubs her firmly, steadily, just how we know she likes it.
“No.”
“C’mon. Give us those eyes. You know we will make you submit anyway, so you may as well give it willingly.”
Jo’s hips buck up, either to get away or to chase the sensation. She’s already swollen and red after hours of fucking, and she’s obviously overstimulated.
Despite the fact I just came, my dick bobs.
“Good girl. What a good fucking girl,” Cole says, and Jo lets out a puff of air. Her back is arched, her eyes are closed, and she’s covered in pearls of cum. She’s beautiful and trapped and ours . Fucking hell.
Jo struggles to get out of Cole’s hold, always fighting, always running.
My dick bobs painfully, even while anger fills me.
“Jo,” Cole tsks. “If you don’t come while watching him, I’ll make you come all night. It’s going to hurt if it doesn’t already.”
Jo moans a little as if in confirmation.
It has to hurt. A pulse of pleasure runs through me.
“Give him those pretty eyes,” Cole croons, continuing to play with her. Her hips buck again, and she glances at him, then down at my waist. Her eyes shift like she’s trying to decide if she’s going to obey.
I stroke my dick. Again. I hope she doesn’t obey. I want to hear her cry and beg under Cole’s fingers until she breaks.
And she will break.
Jo fixes her hate-filled eyes on me for a second, and triumph runs through me.
Then, she closes them.
“Jo,” Cole warns.
“I looked at him, fucker.” Jo squirms.
Cole glances at me.
I want to both laugh and beat her ass. If Jo wants to come all night, she can come all night. I’ll enjoy her misery.
“Fuck you.” Jo explodes, coming on Cole’s fingers while squeezing her eyes shut. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips parted.
“What a naughty girl,” Cole moans. I groan, jerking myself off, coming again, but it’s not satisfying. I shift so I can mark Jo’s wrists again. Where that fucker touched her. The fucker, who should be dead right now. Even more anger fills me.
I snap a few pictures of Jo’s face—bright, flushed, and hot with pleasure and hate. Although, she still won’t look at me.
“Fuck, Jo. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” Cole rocks against her body, grabbing his dick and coming on her stomach. He groans deeply. “Well, I am. You might beg for the first time in your life.”
I straighten, grab my boxers, and throw them on. Cole is still braced over her, panting.
Jo still hasn’t opened her eyes. “Get fucked, Cole.”
He shudders out a laugh, pulling off her. Finally, Jo opens her eyes and reaches to wipe the cum from her.
“Don’t touch it,” I order, snatching up Jo’s phone. “You want your phone so bad? Use it. Post the picture.”
Jo narrows her eyes.
I find a picture where she’s mid-orgasm, covered in cum, and Cole and I are only visible as shadowed limbs. I send the rest of the images to myself. I turn the phone around. “Post it. With the caption: ‘It’s so good to be owned.’”
Jo glances between us. I shove it into her hands. Cole scoots next to her so he can see what she’s doing.
“To your old account,” I say.
People still think Jo’s missing. The cops still think she’s missing. She’s not missing. Not anymore. It’s time to get them off our asses.
“I don’t…I don’t remember the password.” Jo goes to wipe her wrist, and I arch an eyebrow.
She stops.
“Find it,” I demand.
Jo looks down at her phone. She’s silent for a bit, typing, then there’s soft, familiar music, and she glances back up at me. “This is the song you chose when you posted for me?”
It’s F.Y.B.F. by MC BXB, but Jo plays it anyway—as if I need reminding like I haven’t relentlessly stalked her old account in the last six months just to see her face again.
I glare at her. “Yes?”
She glares back at me. “It’s stupid.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jo.” I shoot her a look. “Just post the damn picture. Put in your caption that you were taking some well-deserved time off.”
I thought the song I chose was great.
Cole swirls his hand in the cum on her stomach, then dips it down to her pussy. “Or, I could post it myself and, as punishment for not obeying, post another for every time I make you come.” He pushes his finger inside her. “This poor pussy could use a bit more lube. I’ll come inside you again; just give me a minute.”
Jo looks down, and panic flares in her eyes. I stiffen. What is she afraid of?
Cole also stiffens, and then realization flashes in his gaze. “We, uhhh, we both got snipped while you were gone.”
Oh shit. She’s worried about getting pregnant.
Jo looks between us as if trying to determine if Cole is lying. Despite myself, something odd twinges in my heart. We wouldn’t lie to her about that.
Jo glares at us, then taps on the phone and seems to accept the answer. Cole rests his head on her shoulder.
“Done.” Jo snaps and throws the phone down. “Anything else I can do for your highnesses?”
Oh, she’s just begging to be punished. I growl her name when my phone buzzes in my hand.
Unknown number: Hey, it’s Jon from PD. I don’t know where you are, but they’re doing a raid on Cole’s place. Found handcuffs and women’s clothes.
Unknown number: They got search warrants for your phone’s GPS. They know you and Cole were at Sage’s place the night she disappeared.
Unknown number: They have cadaver dogs, Jay. Please tell me you’re not wrapped up in this.
My entire body tenses.
Unknown number: I’m wiping this phone. Do the same to yours. They can’t know I contacted you.
Unknown number: Consider our debt even. I really hope this has nothing to do with you. Keep your head down, man.
I stare at my phone, a sinking feeling spreading through me.
They’re coming after us. They’re coming after Cole.
After Jo.
My entire body tenses.
I just got her back, and they’re trying to take her away. I haven’t had time to punish her for leaving us, dig into her pretty little brain, and figure out why the hell she keeps fighting.
And now, I might not.
Which is fucking unacceptable.