He gives me a smile that betrays my assumption immediately. This man is not insane—he’s calculated. He’s intelligent.
“You can’t do this!” I cry out as the panic finally consumes me like dark waters.
He presses a button on the edge of his desk. A hidden door slides open and two stony-faced guards stomp in, gunning straight for me.
“I’m afraid I already have.”
“Where is she?” Jax asks.
“In one of the south bedrooms.”
Jax gives me a suggestive smirk. “Right around the corner from yours. Convenient.”
“I’m not interested in f*****g her,” I snap, despite the fact that my c**k is still straining painfully in my pants. “I’ve already done that.”
“Don’t act like you never go back for seconds.”
“Not since I was old enough to know better.”
He chuckles. “I don’t know, there’s something to be
