Page 51 of The Dark Stranger


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His jaw tightened.

“No,” he snapped too quickly. Then quieter, bitter, “I just want this over with. I want what’s mine. My money. I earned it. Four years of being her damn shadow.”

Jenna rolled her eyes, irritation flashing before she smoothed it away. She leaned in, lips near his ear, voice calm. Certain.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s already taken care of.”

She pulled back, smiling as if nothing had shifted, hands sliding over his chest. “Now strip for me,” she murmured. “Let’s have some fun.”

Izzy hesitated. Just a fraction. A nervous glance.

But he knew better than to rattle the cage when it came to Jenna.

“Yes, baby,” he said.

And as the city pulsed beneath them, Jenna smiled—already several moves ahead, already deciding what would come next.

But Jenna didn’t want to ruin her own birthday, so she decided it was time to remove all this talk about Beccaout of his mind.

Jenna peeled Izzy’s clothes off slowly, deliberately — like she was unwrapping something she already owned.

“Look at you,” she purred, tracing a nail down his chest. “All this ink… all this power.”

Izzy caught her wrist lightly, lifting it to his lips.

“It’s yours whenever you want it,” he said smoothly.

But Jenna didn’t want smooth.

She wanted surrender.

She stepped back, slipping into black and red lace, heels still strapped to her feet. The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, casting her in a dangerous glow.

“On your knees,” she said softly.

Izzy blinked, a small crease forming between his brows. “What?”

“Crawl to me.”

She leaned against the glass, one hand braced above her head, watching him like prey.

There was hesitation — not confusion, but resistance.

“It’s my birthday,” she reminded him, voice silky. “Show me how much you want me.”

Izzy exhaled slowly. His jaw tightened.

After a long beat, he lowered himself down.

Jenna’s lips curved.

“That’s it… slow.”

He moved forward stiffly, clearly forcing himself through the act. Each movement lacked the desperation she craved.

Halfway across the floor, he stopped.

“This is stupid.”