“You’re exactlyeverythingI need,” I whisper, so close that I’m breathing this truth over his full, hot, greedy fucking mouth.
Dios…
My jaw clenches.
Focus.
But for every tremor in me right now, I can feel it mirrored back.
He is unfulfilled, too.
Reaching out, I brush some black hair behind his ear. He blinks slowly, then clears his throat.
Maybe he could be even more than just that.
I’m in the car, waiting to greet Jonathan when he gets off the ferry.
Just being a good host, and such.
Kent tosses his bag into the trunk, opening the door for him to get into the back seat. I think he’s surprised to see me already in there.
“I missed you,” I drawl, in a way that could be considered teasing or serious.
I’m not even sure myself which is the right answer.
Jonathan blinks, perplexed and not hiding his uncertainty. Yet he still grins, biting his lip to contain it as he climbs in. “I didn’t know you were going to pick me up…”
“I don’t know that I’m strong enough to pick you up, darling, but I could try.” I purse my lips, fluttering when he scoffs a tiny chuckle, cheeks turning visibly pink as he rolls his eyes. I recline in my seat while Kent drives off. “I couldn’t very well let you make the drive alone with Kent. He’s a shit road trip companion.”
Kent shoots me one of his stone face looks in the mirror, and I wink.
“Is it far?” Jonathan gazes out the window. “I thought the island was only—”
“We’re here,” I cut him off with a breathy snicker.
The car pulls through the gate, up the winding driveway to the front entrance of my home.
The Ivory Mansion.
“Jesus…” Jonathan chuckles. “I could have walked.”
“Let us play with the luxury, my pet,” I purr. “You’ll beworking working workingvery soon. Might as well relax while you still can.”
Jonathan isn’t fazed in the slightest by the prospect of hard work. If anything, he seems excited about it, which only solidifies the notion that I made the right call.
It’s been roughly three weeks since I caught him red-handed murdering my dealers, who, quite frankly, had it coming. Still, I wouldn’t bemeif I didn’t find a way to capitalize on the situation.
God, I love leverage. I’d go as far as to say it gets me hard. In certain circumstances, that is.
Like now, knowing what it can do for me.
As it turns out, Fabian was on the right track when he mentionedmotivatingour guards. It just took a very special animal, dripping in blood, standing over two dead bodies, for me to see the answer right in front of me, shivering in fear and regret…
Screw repurposing cartel men…
I will build my team of correctional officers from scratch, of men just like John Chevelle. Well, notjustlike him.After all, John Chevelle is my prized possession.
He’s the key to building my army.
