Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Lay a fucking hand on me when you get back here, and I swear to God, I’ll get your fucking name blacked out. –Jessie.
With that, I turned my phone off and shoved it into my pocket again, silently fuming. Alejandro caught my eye from across the room, and a smirk tilted his lips. I glared at him.
“This show is going to be funny as hell to watch when he gets back,” he teased.
I picked up the knife from the counter and pointed it at him. “If you don’t shut up and play daddy, I’m going to cut you,” I warned.
He barked out a laugh, not scared of me in the slightest. “Put your claws away, kitten. You won’t hurt me.”
My glare deepened, and I clenched my jaw. “You’re a dick. No wonder you came second best to my brother.”
He laughed. “Jessie, if I wanted Elaina, she would be screaming my name right now. But as I said, she is your brother’s.” He smirked. “You’re full of fucking fire today, aren’t you?”
“Go to hell,” I sneered. I spun on my heel, storming into the kitchen to clean up in there so I no longer had to hear his mouth.
“Ink is going to be pissed when he gets back!” Alejandro called. I gritted my teeth. “Just warning you that you might want to rest before he fucks you hard enough to force you to remember your place.”
Ink can go fuck himself.
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“Jessie!” Ink roared when he stepped into the clubhouse with my brother right behind him. I cringed. Was it possible for me to take back my words? I’d drank the water like he’d asked—in fact, I drank three. I just—I fucking got all twisted up when he fucking ordered me like that.
I squeaked in shock when he suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat from behind me, yanking me back against his tall, muscular frame. I swallowed thickly. “One of these days, I’m going to fucking explode, and it’s going to be all your fault, baby,” he rasped from above me.
“I drank the water,” I told him, my voice trembling the slightest bit. “Three bottles.”
“Hmm,” he rumbled in my ear. I let my eyes slide shut. “You think that’s going to get you out of trouble, my girl?” he asked me, his voice rough. “I’ve been pissed all fucking day, especially when I had to call Alejandro just to make sure you were actually fucking okay.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He slightly tightened his hand. He wasn’t cutting off my airflow, but it was a reminder that he held me right in the palm of his hand. “Are you?” he asked me. “Because we keep going through this same fucking run around together, Jessie, only for you to eventually do what you were told anyway. What’s it going to take, baby? Because I’m a hairsbreadth away from tying you to the bed on your fucking stomach and spanking your ass red,” he warned me.
I stayed quiet, but I hated that the idea of being dominated like that fucking turned me on. “I don’t feel like I’m asking too much of you, Jessie. I just want you to eat like you’re supposed to and drink water like you’re supposed to. What’s so damn hard about that?” he demanded to know.
“It’s the control factor for me,” I blurted before I could stop myself, but I knew he expected an answer. He stayed silent, allowing me to continue, but he didn’t remove his hand from my neck. “I feel like you’re controlling me. Once I calm down, I know you’re not—you’re just trying to take care of me, but it just—the demands make my skin crawl.”
He brushed his lips to the shell of my ear. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“Okay,” I whispered, willing to hear him out.
“If I’m here, I’ll get you your food and your water. It’s just my silent way of making sure you eat and drink like you’re supposed to. When I’m away, I’m leaving the responsibility in your hands, and I want a text letting me know that you’re eating your food when you’re supposed to and drinking your water regularly. Is that a good compromise?” he asked.
I mulled it over in my mind, and he stayed silent, allowing me to think over his proposal. I knew he worried about my eating habits and my weight. I knew I needed to do better, but in this sense, he was sort of giving me back that control, putting the responsibility back in my hands.
“Okay,” I conceded. “I can deal with that.”
“Good.” He suddenly spun me around and threw me over his shoulder. “But you’re still getting punished.”
“Ink!” I shouted as everyone stared at us. My cheeks flamed red. “Ink, put me the fuck down right now!” I screamed as I slammed my fists onto his back.