My eyes zeroed in on the curl in Ciara’s lips. “I’m not Bias, Jackson.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“I’m not avoiding anything.”
What did it matter how often I used the slaves? I wasn’t celibate by any means, but I also wasn’t in a hurry to dive into pussy that so many other men had been in. Besides, only two were my type. I assumed that was why my brother had brought Ciara.
She was the one I used the most, but lately she was getting too comfortable. Walking around the house with her nose in the air and taking liberties she was not allowed. Especially with me.
I was getting annoyed with her unwanted affections, and couldn’t wait until she was sold.
“Lorenzo.” Jackson’s brow rose.
“Jackson,” I responded.
“Ciara,” he tipped his head when I cocked a brow at him, “how long has it been since you tasted my brother’s cock.”
Oh, for the love of…
I waved my hand, cutting her off before she could answer. “I fail to see the purpose of this.”
“Is your new pet going to be a problem?” Leave it to Jackson to get right to the point.
My eyes floated back to the screen. “She’s just a toy.”
An intriguing toy I needed to figure out. Where did she go when her eyes went blank? Who was she talking to with her whispered apologies, because it wasn’t me she was saying sorry to.
Someone had buried themselves so deep, they affected how she thought. A stain on her soul that I planned on cutting out and replacing with mine. I couldn’t own her if someone else already did.
“She’s just a toy?”
“Yes Jackson, just a toy.” I huffed a sigh out at my brother. “Something to amuse myself with and nothing more.”
“Uh huh,” he muttered, “prove it.”
I could practically taste the satisfaction coming off Ciara. Though I had to admit, I was tempted when her bright eyes raked over me. Unlike the other girls, Ciara was bred from sophisticated stock. Daddy owned a lucrative import business.
Unfortunately, he’d made a few bad decisions, that we bailed him out of. His daughter was payment. She didn’t argue when I took her, nor did he. Though I suspected she was raised to expect an arranged marriage.
“Go find someone else to fulfill your voyeurism desires, I have work to do.”
Jackson’s jaw tensed. If he didn’t want me throwing things back in his face, he should worry about his own work.
“I’m not the one with voyeuristic tendencies.”
He had a point there. Just thinking about someone watching me getting my dick sucked was getting me hard. A problem that didn’t get any better when I spotted movement on the screen. Kya was waking up. Her cheeks puffed out with a sigh as her big eyes fluttered open.
“I can help with that, Lorenzo.”
A smirk curled my lips as realization flooded Ciara’s face. My brother’s hand was already flying through the air. Striking her hard on the cheek, and knocking her to the ground.
“What the fuck did you just call him?” he barked down at her.
The eldest Cordova was a force to be reckoned with under normal circumstances. She knew better than to piss him off. He was already looming over her with his shoulders rolled back, ready to strike.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She lifted her head, careful to avoid eye contact, “I didn’t mean it.”
“You’ve been here for two years,” Jackson growled, “I shouldn’t have to remind you about this shit.”
