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“No,” I immediately reply.

“Borrow, then?”

“No.”

“No price at all?” he questions.

El Rey could pay, I have no doubt. But Ellie is invaluable.

“No. This one is mine.” I glare at Javier.Got that Mexican scum of the earth?

“I don’t blame you for keeping her all to yourself.” He runs his thumb down her chest and over the delicate chain attached to the clamp. Then he tugs and Ellie nearly falls over. I need to count to a thousand so I don’t flip my shit on the spot and go on a shooting spree. But this is part of my cover. Having him believe I’m as big of a douchebag as he is.

“We have plenty of pets to play with,” Jett chimes in, gaining both Javier and El Rey’s attention.

“Yes. I’d hate to miss out on the festivities.” El Rey steps away from Ellie, but Javier lingers a second longer. Then he squeezes her breast. Ellie whimpers and retreats behind me. I will cut his hand off for that.

“Your whore still needs work,” he sneers.

I glare at him, throwing daggers with my eyes. Soon motherfucker. Soon.

Jett leads Javier and El Rey toward the back of the room, and I know exactly where he’s taking them. The playroom. Mansion’s VIP area for public sex and women for the gorging. That should keep them occupied for the rest of the night.

I wait until the three of them are out of sight, then turn to Ellie. She’s shaking. I take her face in my hands and force her to look at me. “You did so good.” I kiss her lips as a tear escapes down her cheek. I lick it off.

“How about we relax and have a little fun?”

“Fun?” she repeats curiously. She probably thinks I want to fuck, given the environment and porno being projected on the wall. But I have something else in mind.

“Mmmm hmmm.” I grab her hands and start to sway my hips to Flo Rida’sWild Onespumping through the room. People are dancing all around us, and I think it’s time we join in. Ellie smiles brightly as we begin to move. I swear it’s the most genuine smile she’s donned since the night of Mark’s party. The night everything went so terribly wrong. I pledge after this is all over, I’ll keep that expression on her face for the rest of her life. I will do anything to keep her safe, keep her smiling, keep her mine. I’ll walk over jagged glass, run through a blazing fire, crawl on my hands and knees through the desert, wear a collar and lie at her feet.

Anything.

Cannons suddenly blast, pelting everyone in the room with liquid color. There’s Jett’s bang. They ring in succession, one after the other, turning a sea of white into waves of splotchy color. My shirt, my pants, my face, even my hair, is splattered with a vibrant rainbow. The same with Ellie. We kiss passionately and laugh foolhardily as we smear color all over each other while dancing to the music. In my entire life, I have never been so happy. This single moment will live infinitely.

I grab her ass and grind my hips against her. She moans in agony. The clamp is torturing her.

“Uncomfortable baby?” I murmur in her ear.

“Yes,” she pants, and I’m sure if she could sweat through her tongue she would.

“Need me to take care of you?” I rest my cheek against hers and trap her face with my hand.

“Yes, Kayne.” It’s a desperate plea.

That’s all I have to hear.

I drag my multihued kitten off the dance floor and through the first door I see, making sure to lock it behind us. We’re in one of the mansion’s zillion bathrooms. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been in this one. It’s decorated in several different shades of blue.

“Bend over,” I order.

Without delay she braces herself on the speckled cobalt vanity right between the double sinks. My cock throbs. There’s nothing more tantalizing than Ellie wide open and prime for the taking. I lift the long sheer material of her lingerie up her back and then glance at her in the mirror. There’s paint all over her face and in her hair, across her chest and down her stomach. It looks like we’ve been rolling around in colorful mud. I grind my erection against her ass and she lets out an injured moan.

“Need me baby?” I taunt her.

“Yes,” she heaves.

I slowly unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, all the while watching Ellie watch me. She looks like a starved animal, and the son of a bitch in me loves it.