The silence on the other end of the line stretched so long Bella thought Julian might have dropped the phone. Then came his sharp inhale, followed by a broken, disbelieving laugh that cracked halfway through.
“What… what the f**k did you just say?” His voice was hoarse, raw from crying earlier. “Bella, this isn’t funny. You’re with my *father*? You’re lying. You have to be lying. Tell me you’re lying.”
Bella sat up slowly in the massive bed, the black leather collar warm and snug around her throat. Jax’s hand rested possessively on her bare thigh, his thumb stroking lazy circles over the dried c*m still streaking her skin. She looked down at the man beside her — this powerful, salt-and-pepper-haired force who had ruined her so beautifully — and felt something settle deep in her chest. Pe
