You are not going to punish me for being honest with you. You asked me a question,
and I told you the truth!”
“There is a difference between being honest and being disrespectful. You need
to learn this. Now, get your little disobedient ass over here now.”
I didn’t move, unable to cope with the fact that I had once again let my anger get
the best of me.
“Jaden, if I have to get out of this chair to come and get you, you are going to be
very, very sorry.”
“Why can’t you just listen to me for once!?” I shouted at him, feeling my resolve
slipping. “You never care about how I feel or what I need! It’s only ever about you!”
“And you think this is the way to get me to listen to you?”
“You don’t seem to respond to anything else I do! It doesn’t matter if I’m good
or bad, I NEVER get what I want! I'm just stuck here waiting for you to make the
next decision over my life, and it’s bullshit!”
“Get. Over. Here. Now,” he demanded, his voice sharp and dangerous.
“I am not a fucking child, Darren,” I snarled.
Darren rose from his seat, and I felt my heart clench. “But you certainly love
acting like one,” he growled and then he was on me.
I moved back and dodged his grip, avoiding his advances as best I could. We
bantered back and forth several times, my strikes and kicks blocked by his long
arms while I countered his attacks. Even though I was much stronger than before, I
still could not best Darren. He’d only been playing with me. He liked it when I
fought him, and I had to admit, I was in the mood for another fight.
I eventually felt the side of my face slam into the glass table, Darren’s large
hand pressing into the back of my neck as he held me down.
“You’ve gotten better,” he commented, his approval evident. I gritted my teeth.
I had nothing to say to him. “I do miss these little rounds between us.”
I could feel his hand lifting up the back of my skirt to expose my bare ass,
followed by the first of many very hard strikes.
“Since we’re finally getting a little honesty,” he said, gripping my ass cheeks too
tightly for comfort. “let’s purge the inevitable. What did Dominic’s date tell you at
the baby shower?”
I felt fear instantly solidify in my gut. No. No, not this.
“What are you talking about?” I tested. He responded with the hardest slap
against my ass yet, making me groan as I ground my teeth together, pain
electrifying my entire backside.
“Think carefully before you lie to me, princess,” he threatened, his tone
accusing and dark. It made my heart burst into overdrive.
“I was just being polite, Darren. She didn’t seem to know anyone. Same as me.”
My voice was not convincing. It held too much terror and insecurities.
“So that explains why you tried to refrain from eye contact with each other? Why
you kept your lips still and your voices quiet so no one could hear you?”
Goddamn him. He noticed way too much.
“What sort of information did she tell you?”
Ah, fuck! And here comes the official backfire.
I shook my head and tried to play it off, ignoring the pain still flaring in my ass.
“Just that she was from Las Vegas and keeping Dominic company. Nothing of
great significance. Our conversation was interrupted before I even got her name.”
I was then instantly flipped over on to my back, and my throat caught in the
tight grip of Darren’s hand. His gaze was menacing, his jaw clenched, and his eyes
dark with fury. I thought my heart was going to stop just so it wouldn’t be noticed
by him. But of course, as usual, my pussy was begging to be noticed.
“Lie to me again, Jaden.” His voice was so deep I almost didn’t recognize it. I felt
myself trembling under him as his grip slowly began to tighten, my hands reaching
around the wrist that held me of their own volition. “What else did she say?”
Ah, fuck. I didn’t want to give the poor girl away, giving up information she
probably shouldn’t have been delivering. I wondered if it was better to lie and suffer
Darren’s consequences than throw her under the bus. At least I knew I would live
through mine. But the longer I thought about it, the tighter Darren’s grip became.
“She asked me if I was with you,” I croaked out against the pressure. “She knew
who you were.”
“And what did you tell her?” he asked, his face now passive, but the death in his
eyes remained. I was seriously struggling for breath now as tears began to well at
the corners of my eyes.
“I said ‘yes.’”
His grip loosened slightly. “What else?”
I stole a quick gasp of breath before answering. “She was sold the same way I
was.”
He turned his head and scowled. He wanted more info than that. His grip
tightened again when I hesitated, causing a
