"You're mistaken about something," Alex said, a smile playing at his lips.
Jennifer's hand stopped mid-stroke.
Her confident grip faltered, fingers loosening slightly around him as confusion flickered across her face.
'What?'
That wasn't the response she'd expected.
"What do you..."
Before Jennifer could process his words, his hand rose.
His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face up with deliberate force until she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"I'm not working for them, little girl," he said, his voice dropping to something cold and absolute. "They're my... sluts."
Jennifer's breath stopped.
"My bitches who'll do anything I ask them to do."
His thumb pressed against her jaw, holding her in place.
"You must have seen it," he continued, his tone conversational, almost casual. "How they were begging. Screaming. Broken under me."
He leaned in slightly, his face close enough that she could feel his breath.
