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When I thought Max had died in plane accident, Jonas had awakened in bed in his rented home to discover his wife had been killed. He found her lying next to him as he slept.
She had died by the hands of her enraged estranged lover, who’d committed suicide near their bed. He left no note explaining his actions. I guessed killing Jonas’s wife and himself said it all. If he couldn’t have her, no one else could either.
I never understood that kind of love—painless. Max and I engaged in a different sort, where pain and pleasure had sustained our relationship over the years. I guessed I fell more in love with Max when I could inflict pain on him. He must have been head over heels in love with me, because lately I’d been in the worst pain of my life.
Max jumped to the worst conclusions when he strolled into Jonas’s rental to discover me in bed with Jonas.
It wasn’t what he’d thought, nor was it what it appeared to be if anyone had walked in on us. We were two people who had drunk too much, consoling each other, and had fallen into each other’s arms for sleep and comfort, when Max stood patiently over us, watching, growing angrier the longer he stood there not waking us. In that time he’d convinced himself what he’d guessed about my relationship with Jonas was the truth.
Truth wasn’t black and white. There was gray which lay somewhere between the black and white. I loved Jonas, but not the way Max conceived, and I could not convince him as many times as I’d tried. He had fashioned this scenario in his mind, and wouldn’t ask himself the question of why. Why would I risk it all to be with Jonas?
Max didn’t take time to ask me or Jonas—why would I risk all I had in life and all that I loved—my children, him, a gorgeous billionaire like Max, to be with Jonas, his twin brother, who was penniless, a fuckup, and stayed in trouble because he’d made wrong choices with women?
It didn’t make sense to me.
Max was more captivating than Jonas. Jonas had a shyness about him, nevertheless, every bit as handsome, and both were gorgeous men. However, Max had a dark side that I craved. I needed to dominate him in bed, and the sex was incredible when we were together.
Now Max has finally dominated me, and maybe destroyed me as long as he had possession of my children, and by taking who he was, and his body away where he’d satisfy me in every possible way, I would never be the same until I could return the favor by destroying him.
When he realized I wouldn’t beg him to return to his bed, and I’d married someone else, he would then experience the full brunt of my fury. There would be no way in hell I’d leave Christian now for him or Jonas, and when Max discovered who I’d married, then the fun would begin.
Max had been jealous from the beginning. From the first time we’d laid eyes on each other. The passion and heat between us couldn’t be extinguished until now. His incessant jealousy of any man who came near me had put a wedge between us, and his suspicions of Jonas had caused a rift between the two. Jonas had fallen into depression, and I felt sorry for him and wanted to help him.
However, I couldn’t blame Max for all of it. I always took Jonas’s side whenever he’d fucked up like he had in Florida. And once again, I’d put myself in a difficult situation, and the way it was looking, there was no port for me from this storm called Christian Kenley I’d sailed into, not realizing the danger that lay ahead.
All I could see was a dark sky and the storm was getting ready to rage, and I didn’t have Jonas or Max to save me.
I hated the water, and here I was on a yacht going who knew where with a man I wouldn’t be caught dead with. And that was the problem, maybe I would end up dead. I didn’t know, and I rarely cared anymore lately since Max had once-again taken everything from me in a fit of jealousy.
This was all he ever wanted to do, to get me to obey him. He knew who I was when he met me, and now he was acting as if it was a surprise that I was a Dominatrix, and that I wouldn’t take orders from him or anyone.
He should be kissing my feet, literally, as he’d done many times in the past when I brought out the spiked heels, and plowed into his back, then used my whips and handcuffs on him, and he loved every minute of my abuse. We thrived on the abuse we’d inflicted on each other.
Until now.
Just the thought of what he and I did behind closed doors had my clit throbbing and needing him. “Where the fuck are you, Max, and you, Jonas, when I need my husband and my friend. Oh, but you aren’t my husband, Max, and you, Jonas, have abandoned me to this freak,” I murmured, hoping he didn’t have my stateroom bugged. But I wouldn’t put it past him. Jonas had told me all about Christian after the fact. All the women he’d married and divorced.
Let’s hope he divorced them, and when would he file for divorce from me? I hoped as I dressed in the gown he’d chosen for me for dinner.
“Whose idea was it to marry this pervert?” I murmured as I turned, trying to zip up the gown. I guessed it was mine, and I couldn’t deny that. I took the easy way out and now I’d discovered that nothing was easy in the world of the Blackstones, because once you entered their orbit of hidden sexual secrets, billionaires with money, it never stopped until you cashed out, or crashed and burned. That was the only way off their spaceship of craziness.
Turning and staring at myself in the mirror, wondering how I got here, I knew I was in for the ride of my life.
Jonas did warn me against marrying this man. I was only supposed to stay with Christian until I had enough power and money to fight Max on my own terms, and to get possession of my children, and the way this was going, I might never see Max or my children again.
I sucked in a deep breath, not because the gown was too tight. I barely weighed one hundred and ten pounds, because I hadn’t been sleeping or eating.
For once I wished I had listened to Jonas, but Jonas had never had an original thought or a successful one in his life.
To follow him would take me back to those hellish men he knew who committed murders, revenge, kidnappings because of their strange sexual desires. It appeared all Max and Jonas knew were men of that sort with the strange behaviors rich men were prone to when money no longer made their dicks hard.
Before meeting Max and Jonas, my world had been simple, trying to survive in college with only my tuition paid by a mother I never knew. Then I thought I was catching hell trying to pay rent and feed myself. That was simple. I never understood how complicated life was until I crossed paths with Max and Jonas Blackstone.
I should have run at first sight of this incredible handsome man with too much money and too much time on his hands, but I didn’t, and now I was paying the price and I didn’t know if I could.
I stared out the window of this mile-long yacht in my bedroom equipped with a large terrace the length of my room.
I had been married for a month, and rarely did Christian visit me except to ask me to disrobe. He glared at me for a second or two, placed his palm over his covered cock, and then left. Under any other circumstances I’d be happy, because I hadn’t planned on having sex with him anyway. He had relieved me of the burden of pretending I loved him, or wanted him to fuck me, and for that I was grateful. His yacht was moving now, and I didn’t know where I was going, and no one had told me.