Free The Possession by Jaid Black Page B

him would make their inevitable parting of company that much more difficult.
    Or, at least, it would for her.
    “He’s almost got him pinned,” one man called out jovially before sipping on his glass of champagne.
    Kris chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to make out who had almost pinned whom. But so many men were gathered around now that she couldn’t make out much of anything.
    “Come on buddy, I’ve got three hundred bucks riding on you!” another man called out.
    A couple of minutes later, when loud cheers went up like wildfire, Kris’ heart damn near beat out of her chest. She could tell by the loud ruckus that a winner had been declared but had no idea if that winner was Jack or Lauren.
    She lay there in wait, her breasts heaving up and down dramatically as she tried to calm her breathing.
    And as she waited for the victor to emerge from the circle of men to orally perform on her.
    Two sets of hands grabbed her from behind, lifting her up. She gasped.
    “It’s okay,” one of the young men who worked at Hotel Atlantis said in low tones. “We’re just carrying you to the pillows to make the next half hour more comfortable for you is all.”
    “But who won?” she breathed out as the young, muscular men carried her to the middle of the stage and laid her down within an enclave of lush pillows that resembled a harem bed. “Who won?” she asked again, wide-eyed.
    “I’m not sure,” the man who had announced her on stage admitted. “I couldn’t see over the crowd. Still can’t.” He smiled at her. “It’ll be okay, Kris. Just remember if you don’t like the guy it only lasts for thirty minutes.”
    But thirty minutes with Jack McKenna could go a long way toward breaking her heart, she silently admitted. Not that she could tell the guys that. They’d all think she was nuts, not realizing her history with him.
    Try to remember you’re just a prostitute to him, Kris. No matter who walks out of the circle a winner, to both men you are nothing more than a prostitute.
    And then she saw them. Both of them. Jack and Lauren shook hands as any good sportsmen would do after a winner had been declared, then broke away from each other. Her heart began thumping in overtime again as she stared wide-eyed at both of them, waiting to see which one would walk away and which one would climb the twig-like steps of the log stage…
    She gasped as he took the stairs two at a time, his breathing ragged and his upper body soaked in perspiration.
    “Jack,” she whispered.
     
    * * * * *
    Jack ignored the congratulatory remarks and the whooping victory sounds being sent up on his behalf as he narrowed his dark gaze at the object of his lust and obsession and, like a charging bull in full rut, headed straight toward the bed of pillows she was laying in.
    “Jack,” she whispered, her green eyes wide. “You won.”
    “Disappointed?” he asked a bit gruffly. He was pumped full of a dangerous mix of adrenaline, possessiveness, and testosterone—the three elements he’d used to his advantage tonight to insure his victory. “I told you not to let another man touch your pussy,” he gritted out. “That announcer…”
    “He’s gay,” she said quickly. “It was just an act.”
    Jack grunted, knowing that part of her statement wasn’t true. He’d known the announcer for a few years and the man was definitely not gay. Still, he also realized that Krissy probably believed that statement to be true because it was a common lie the announcers often told to the new women to make them feel more comfortable with being fondled by them during the pre-contest shows.
    He stared down at her, his emotions wild. He felt like an animal. He wanted to tell Krissy that she meant more to him than a prize at a contest, that he’d fought to win her just so no other man could touch what he already considered to be his, but all he could think about at the moment was that he was damn tired and she belonged to him and him alone for the next