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‘Seven years. One year for every year she cared for me.’

‘Christ,’ he murmurs, letting go of me so his hands can fist in his hair. The anger is just rolling off him. ‘How could she do this to you?’

‘She told me I owe her for everything she did for me when I came to live with her.’

‘Bullshit, Jade. You owe her nothing. Not a damn thing. She was supposed to care for you. It was her fucking job to care for you.’

I flinch at the harshness of his words. ‘She saved me, Brock. I had the most horrific childhood before coming to live with her.’ I don’t know why I’m defending M, because everything he says is true. But I’d hate to think where I would’ve ended up if it wasn’t for her. As much as I dislike her, and the situation she’s forced me into, I think there will always be a tiny part of me that will be grateful she rescued me from the horrors I faced in foster care.

She saved and ruined me, I guess.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN


BROCK

I’m trying hard not to lose my cool here. The last thing I want to do is frighten Jade. This situation is so much grimmer than I originally thought. By the sounds of it, she’s already been through way too much in her short life. My heart is bleeding for her right now. Everything in me wants to march straight over to that bitch’s house and wring her neck for what she’s put Jade through. Never in my life have I had the slightest inclination to hurt a woman, but if M was in front of me now, I’m afraid that’s exactly what I’d do. This shit ends today.

‘I’m going to help you,’ I say.

A brief smile forms on her lips. ‘Thank you, but I can’t let you do that, Brock. She’s dangerous and I’d never ask, or expect you to put yourself in harm’s way to protect me.’

I kiss her. For now, this conversation is over. Doesn’t she realise the lengths I’d go to for her? I’m not afraid of M. I’m prepared for anything that monster throws at me. I grew up with a ruthless bastard, so I’ve learnt from the best. I’m Maxwell Weston’s son. What type of man would I be, if I stood by and watched this injustice continue?

I won’t give Jade up without a fight. I won’t give Jade up, period. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the people I care about, and fuck me if I don’t care about her.

‘Please don’t do anything that will jeopardise what we already have,’ she begs.

I have no intention of doing that. What I have planned will guarantee that we can be together, and whenever we please. That sick and twisted bitch will not dictate our relationship any further.

The pleading look on Jade’s face tugs at my heart. It’s time for a distraction. I don’t want her worrying about this. From this day forward, her worries will be firmly placed on my shoulders. She is mine, and I’ll protect her with everything I have.

My right hand moves from her waist to under her arm as my fingers slowly slide down the zipper of the black dress she’s wearing. I use both hands to push the straps off her shoulders until the garment pools at her feet. Then I take a step back to admire what was hidden beneath. A primal growl permeates from deep in my chest. ‘You take my breath away, sweetheart,’ I whisper.

She’s standing before me in black stockings that stop mid-thigh. They’re connected to a black lace suspender belt, with tiny black satin panties and bra completing the ensemble. Every drop of blood racing through my veins flows straight to my cock. Her body is pure sin, yet she has the face and demure of an angel. This woman is no angel, she’s sex on legs. A walking fucking wet dream.

My heart is thumping furiously against my ribcage as I lean forward and place my lips on the swell of her breast. I inhale the intoxicating scent of the perfume on her skin. She smells just as good as she looks. My dick strains painfully against my pants.

‘There’s so much I want to do to you,’ I breathe.

‘Then take me, I’m yours,’ she says, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. The moment it drops to the floor, my fingers glide over her toned stomach until I’m palming her spectacular tits. ‘Brock,’ she moans, letting her head fall back when my lips close around a hardened nipple. I’ll never tire of hearing her say my name like that.

I fall to my knees and she rests her hand on my shoulder as I help her step out of the dress. Her black heels are almost as sexy as her red ones. My fingers slowly move up the inside of her leg until they’re rubbing over her satin panties. I can already feel her arousal through the fabric. I need to taste her. These may be a little harder to tear because they’re not lace, but nothing gets in the way of a man on a mission.