Master of My Mind BN by Jenna Jacob

George. Tony had overstepped his authority as Dungeon Monitor. He had no reason
     to eavesdrop on me. I hadn’t been engaging in a scene that required scrutiny
     for safety’s sake. As if it were his right to spy on me, Tony had taken it upon
     himself to dissect my grief. Prying
     son of a bitch .
    As the soft sound of angry bees emanated from the shelves, I
     bolted out of bed and raced to the bookcase. Peering into the camera lens, I
     narrowed my eyes.
    “You’re an asshole, Tony!” I spat before raising my middle
     finger to flip him off. “Leave me the fuck alone. You don’t have permission to
     slice open my psyche, you got it? Go to hell!”
    I slammed a book over the lens, blocking his view, and
     stomped to bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I cursed Tony. When Mika
     arrived at the club later, he was going to get an earful. I had every intention
     of demanding that he strip the surveillance equipment from George’s room.
    Fueled by my fury, I angrily wiped a towel over my face
     before storming back toward the room. With a mighty crash, the door burst open.
     Spinning toward the commotion, I yelped and impulsively tried to cover my naked
     body with my hands.
    Tony’s broad frame filled the portal. Anger seared his dark,
     narrow eyes, and his nostrils flared like a charging bull. His brawny chest
     heaved up and down in labored breaths. His fist clenched. The veins in his neck
     bulged, and damn, if he didn’t look like sin on a stick. For one miniscule
     second I ached to melt on the ground at his feet.
    Sanity slammed me back to reality, warning me to tread
     carefully with the pissed off sadist. Yet, in the back of my mind, I knew Tony
     would never truly hurt me.
    Unfortunately, the smart ass within took control of my
     mouth.
    “Did you enjoy the show?” I asked with a flippant jerk of my
     head toward the camera. “I would have thought by now you’d had your fill of
     watching me bawl and blubber like a baby. Tell me, Tony, were you taking
     professional notes? Or do you have some kinky crying fetish?”
    A wicked grin slashed his lips, and his eyes danced in
     fiendish delight. His cold, calculating demeanor should have caused a wimpy
     sub, like me, to run from the room screaming in panic. But I was too pissed for
     self-preservation.
    Without a word, he stepped inside and closed the door. With
     a quiet snick, he engaged the lock.
    “What do you think you’re doing in here? Get out!” I
     demanded.
    He didn’t say a word as he stalked closer. His methodical
     movements revealed his intent, and like a runaway freight train slamming into
     me, I knew I’d crossed the line. Crossed it? Hell, I’d obliterated it.
    Glancing past his broad shoulders, the distance to the door
     seemed the length of a couple of football fields. Tony would tackle me long
     before I reached it. My heart pounded against my ribs as he continued to prowl
     toward me… like a panther stalking its prey.
    Even as my body trembled, I raised my chin in defiance. No
     way was I going to show him the least bit of fear.
    Silently, Tony clasped my wrist and pulled me behind him as
     he stalked toward the bed. Plopping down on the edge of the mattress, he gazed
     up at me…assessing.
    “I asked what you’re doing in my room uninvited? ”
     I demanded, mustering as much courage as I could.
    “You’re out of free passes, angel.” His smile was dangerous,
     his eyes stormy. If he was trying to intimidate me—give that man a prize!—it
     worked.
    “Why are you in such a… aahh ,” I
     cried out in surprise as he yanked me over his knees before steeling a sturdy
     arm around my waist and anchoring me to his lap.
    “Get your hands off me! What in the hell do you think you’re
     doing?” I shrieked.
    Angry and frightened, I kicked and screamed as I tried to
     wriggle free.
    Without warning, Tony landed a fierce slap across my bare
     ass cheeks.
    “Oh, you did not just do that!” I growled indignantly.