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“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” He asks with a lust filled gaze.

I unbutton my shirt slowly, “Yes, as long as you can handle another nasty scar.”

He growls, “It’s fucking sexy. If I hear that again, Mia, I’m going to punish you.”

I remove my shirt and lower my bra, revealing my breasts and it’s almost as if I can see his mouth water. The way he watches me makes me feel like the supermodel I used to be.

“You know, Jett, you aren’t supposed to threaten things you won’t follow through on. You don’t get taken seriously that way,” I tease.

A growl rumbles through his chest as he gets up, knocking the chair to the floor and walking around the table to me.

“Stand up,” he orders, a chill running down my spine at his commanding tone.

I do as he says, and he immediately grabs the side of my skirt, unzipping it before shoving it over my hips until it falls to the ground. Reaching onto the table, he pushes my plate out of the way, causing me to gasp when our dishes collide, sending them both to the floor with a shatter.

He grabs my shoulders and spins me so I’m facing the table.

“Hands on the table.”

He commands, his voice controlled with a hint of danger.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to. And what the consequences are for that bratty mouth of yours.”

Hooking his thumb into either side of my black lacy panties he yanks them down until they are tangled around my feet.

“Face on the table. Arms behind your back.”

I obey, and he grabs my wrists in one of his hands with a growl.

“Tell me if your arms begin to hurt.”

Dragging his free hand down my ass he says, “Fuck, Angel. Such a beautiful ass, I almost hope you misbehave more often.”

I can barely breathe from a mixture of anticipation and the embarrassment that I shouldn’t want this like I do.

His hand leaves my skin and then smacks me hard, jolting me forward with the hit. When his hand leaves me again, I brace for the next impact. Jett chuckles darkly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity to my core.

After the next hit causes me to yelp from the sting, he places his hand against my pussy and slides his fingers over my slit.

“As I expected, my dirty Angel. You’re fucking drenched.”

He steps back from me and lets me go, leaving me confused. I right myself and turn to Jett with a perplexed expression.

“We’re done?”

With a chuckle he says, “Not even close, Angel. We have two more things on your list that cannot be achieved in my dining room. Get your sexy naked ass outside so I can get my fill of you.”

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Chapter Forty-Four

JETT

I tear my clothes off like a sixteen year old getting laid for the first time. The last three and a half weeks have been long and fucking difficult. I’ve never been one to masturbate because I’ve never needed to. Waiting for her to heal sucked but was necessary. I follow her out to my massive pool area and glance around at all the places I can fuck her. She isn’t the only one with a list.

“Lie down,” I say motioning to the lounge chair when I get outside with her.

“Right here?” She asks as she lies back.