Chapter 288
I walked to the girls’ room and threw the door open without knocking. Jasmine was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair falling around her shoulders, and she looked up at me with wide, wary eyes that knew trouble was coming before I even moved. I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and dragged her off the bed.
She gasped, a sharp, pained sound, and her hands flew up to claw at my wrist. “Please, what are you doing, please, you are hurting me…”
I did not answer. I dragged her out of the room by her hair, past the startled faces of the other girls, and she stumbled and fought and begged the whole way, her nails raking my skin. She was no match for me. None of them were. I did not stop until I reached the room I used for my escapades, the one with the heavy door and the soundproofed walls, and I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us.
She scrambled backward, her back hitting the wall, her breath coming in panicked gasps. “Please, don’t do this. Whatever I did, I am sorry, I will do anything, please…”
Dominic Ford was already fucking my wife. That was the thought that filled my head as I looked at her, that image of Celeste beneath him, moaning for him, taking his cock like she had never taken mine. Every time my mind went there, the anger and the pain flooded my veins like acid, and now Dominic wanted Jasmine too. He wanted to add another of my possessions to his collection, and I could not allow it. I would not allow it. She was mine to break first, mine to use, mine to ruin, and he would never have her.
“Get on the bed,” I said, and my voice was low and dangerous, the voice I used when there was no room for
argument.
She shook her head. “Please, Julian…”


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