Tie that bitch up and choke her good #JaneCobalt
Jane Cobalt likes it just like her mom. Ridden rough & hard, put away wetttttttt!!!
I’m gonna bang Connor Cobalt’s daughter until she can’t walk straight.
Omega is very protective of Jane without her realizing. In the past three weeks, we’ve intercepted her mail since a sick little shit keeps sending her ball gags. I’ll never broadcast this to Jane either. Security wants all of them to live without constant fear.
I agree.
We read and deal with all the fucked-up, demented shit so they don’t have to.
Jane shrugs and squirts more oil on her hands. “I’d have to screen my customers. It comes with the territory.”
“Of being famous,” I say.
“Of being the daughter to Rose and Connor Cobalt,” she clarifies. “Everyone watches me through the lens of my parents.”
Maximoff cracks a crick in his neck and mutters, “For better and for worse.”
I understand.
Their fame derives from their parents. Not from themselves. Rose and Connor Cobalt just happen to be notorious for having sex tapes leaked to the media. Specifically BDSM. Therefore, the public assumes their oldest daughter is just like her mother.
The security team has an intimate, inside perspective. Really, the truth. And I know Jane isn’t into BDSM.
Jane places her palms on Maximoff’s back but waits for the video. “YouTube,” she reminds me, and as our eyes meet, she adds, “I’m already lucky that I have the opportunity to take this time to find a passion. And I’m lucky that I can evenconsidertheidea of being a masseuse. If I find what I truly love, I can’t let my fame stand in the way.”
I glance at Maximoff.
His jaw is a razorblade. He’s concerned about security risks, too. He’s seen those tweets. And I have a feeling that he’s just indulging her ambition for the moment and is banking on Jane landing on something safe.
I swipe into her phone too easily.Jane.“Where’s your passcode?” I ask, my tone verykindconsidering two-thirds of the security team would scold her like she’s a kid right now.
“I don’t have one,” she says. “They’re infuriating, and if I lose my phone, I’ll wipe the data clean immediately. Plus, I have nothing incriminating. I delete all my texts, and I upload most of my photos and videos to Instagram already. There’s nothing anyone can steal.”
Maximoff smiles, proud of his friend.
Her preparation reminds me of something the security team says about Jane. That she acts carefree, but her whole life is outlined and planned to her liking, and she juggles just as much, if not more, than Maximoff Hale.
While I find the video, I tell Jane, “Lightly rub his shoulder blades, and you won’t hurt him.”
Maximoff grips the back of the loveseat harder, and he licks his lips again. I find myself watching him, and as I near the armrest, closest to his chest, he’s more eye-level with my belt.
Maximoff stares off into space.Where’d you go, Moffy?I wave my hand at him, but he’s lost in his head.
“Farrow.” Jane’s blue eyes twinkle. “How many massages have you given before? And why?”
Alpha also calls her Jane “Curiosity Killed the Cat” Cobalt.
I scroll through her YouTube “recently watched” feed. “Too many, and look up the main purpose of a massage and you have your answer.” I discover the video and whistle. “How To GiveAn Amazing, Super, Fantastic Massage.” I press play and find a blurry image of two high school girls. “No.” I shut if off. “Let me show you.”
Maximoff wakes up, glaring at me. “No.”
“Welcome back, space cadet.”
He flips me off and repeats harshly, “No.”
Jane shakes out her arms, tired already.
