Page 110 of Savage Ambition

“I don’t want to hear it.” It was already more than I could bear. If he gave me more details, I wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next.

“Do you still intend to go back to him?” When I didn’t answer, Jace took another threatening step toward me. “Are you going to keep paying for his time while pretending it’s real? He’s just lying to you that he gives a shit about you beyond your wallet.”

Trent grabbed Jace’s shoulder and spun him around. “That’s enough. Stop before you say something you’ll regret.”

“Can’t handle the truth?” Jace sneered. “Does it hurt to know that your precious Dante is nothing but a pathetic prostitute who’d let anyone do anything to him for the right price? Everything he’s ever said to you is just part of the service.”

I tackled him. We hit the marble floor hard, and I drove my weight into his injured shoulder injury to pin him under me. “Don’t say another fucking word.”

Jace inhaled sharply as I straddled him. His body responded to the violence. There was an undeniable start of an erection pressed against me that contradicted every hateful word spilling from his mouth. His breath came in short pants. “You can’t deny he’s a whore by profession. He takes money to let people fuck him.”

I grabbed his shirt to jerk him off the floor, then slammed him back down. His skull cracked against the marble. Trent grabbed my arms, but I shook him off.

“He’s not like that,” I growled.

“He fucks anyone who pays him,” Jace spat. Blood stained his teeth from a bitten lip. “You’re nothing but a walking ATM to him.”

Trent abandoned trying to separate us and grabbed a fistful of Jace’s hair. “Shut the fuck up before I help Shaw rearrange your face.”

“Stay out of it,” Jace ordered, knocking Trent’s hand away. He looked up at me with a cruel smile as he gestured at me straddling him. “Is this how you fuck him? Or do you enjoy when he holds you down like this?”

I shifted my weight forward, burying a knee into his injured shoulder. He cried out in pain, the sound morphing into a breathy moan. He hardened further beneath me.

“You’re getting off on this,” I hissed. “You call me awful names, but you’re aroused because I’m on top of you. What does that make you, Jace?”

Horror and shame warred for dominance in his expression. “Fuck you.”

“Is that what you want? To join us?” I pressed down harder on his injury, shifting my hips deliberately against his erection. He squirmed under the friction.

“There’s no ‘us’ when he fucks everything that moves,” Jace snarled, his body arching as he struggled.

“You hate yourself because you can’t admit what you want.”

“I don’t want that disgusting asshole.”

“Then why are you hard?” I ground against his erection for emphasis. “Why did you go to Dante’s room? To fuck him or to get fucked by him?”

His face twisted with self-loathing and rage. “I wanted to make him stay away from you. I’m trying to help you.”

I laughed bitterly. “Do you hear yourself? How fucked-up is that?”

“Not as much as you falling for some used-up cum dumpster.”

My fist connected with Jace’s jaw with a sickening crunch that snapped his head sideways. Blood sprayed from his mouth, spattering my cheek. My second punch landed high on his cheekbone, opening a cut beneath his eye. I drew back for a third strike, ready to let him have it.

Trent grabbed my wrist. “He can’t learn his lesson if you beat him unconscious.”

Jace lay dazed beneath me. His arousal remained prominent against my thigh.

“Let me finish this.” I wanted to feel Jace’s bones break beneath my hands as I shattered his jaw so he could never speak Dante’s name with disrespect again.

Jace spat blood onto the floor. “Why the fuck did you hit me when all I’m trying to do is protect you from that manipulative ass-licker?”

“This isn’t about protection. The twisted jealousy inside you would rather destroy what it can’t have than admit your true feelings.”

“I’d rather die than touch that repulsive monster.”

I grabbed his throat, pinning his windpipe under my grip. His frantic pulse beat rapidly against my palm.