He fell back on the couch and pulled me into his lap, rocking me back and forth. He was so large that my head was buried between his massive pecks, not reaching his shoulder.
Once more, I struggled to breathe, but sensing his need, I turned my head slightly and wrapped my arms around him as best I could, providing as much comfort as possible.
Just then, the door burst open, and all my men piled into the room, followed closely by Pantar.
“What the fuck is going on?” Oren growled, grabbing Kristine's upper arm and jerking her to her feet.
She was still unconscious, her body sagging in his hold. Jet didn’t answer him and never stopped rocking.
“Reverie?” Zeke hesitantly approached.
“I’m the one that knocked the bitch out. She gave Jet something that made him hard and was in the process of raping him when I came in.”
“What the fuck? Why didn’t he throw the bitch out?” Zane said in disbelief.
“I couldn’t fucking move. She did something to my head.” Jet growled, holding me even tighter, fearful that the guys would take me away from him.
Oren threw her onto the floor, and her head bounced from the force. Too bad she’d probably be healed when she woke up; the least she deserved was a headache.
“That’s what the cunt gets. Who the fuck does something like that?” Nathan asked, with zero sympathy for Kristine.
“The kind of cunt that’s been given anything she wanted since she was born and the abilities to get it.” Oren curled his lip in disgust.
“Let me guess, she was injected too,” Zane said between gritted teeth.
“Yes, but she’s been cautious about concealing most of her abilities around me. Although now I have an inkling.”
Oren frowned. “This is not a good situation. She’s the last person who should possess the power to manipulate someone’s mind.”
“It wasn’t strong, I felt like she was losing her grip on me right before Reverie entered the room.” Jet murmured.
“That may be true, but as she gains Faction, her ability will strengthen.” Oren was eyeing her like he might dispose of her right now.
Kristine started moving around and slowly cracked her eyes open. She sat up and rubbed the back of her head, still in pain.
“What happened?” She narrowed her eyes at me in Jet’s arms.
No one answered, and she hesitantly stood. I tapped Jet’s
arm, and he reluctantly dropped his hold and let me get to my feet.
I walked over to Kristine, and she took a step back.
“I challenge you to a fight in the arena.”
“No!” Jet growled.
I turned and gave him a look.
“Dude, I’d advise you to shut your mouth. I’ve had that look leveled at me, and the consequences of ignoring it aren’t worth
the pain.” Nathan smirked, “Well, sometimes they are.”
I now transferred the look to him, and he motioned, zipping his lips.
Kristine laughed, “Why are you challenging me? He obviously wanted me.” She gestured to Jet’s still-hard dick, displayed prominently in his sweatpants.
“I didn’t want you bitch! You injected me with something.” He balled up his fists and headed in her direction.
