his lap and snaked her arms around his neck.
"Kenric, you lucky bastard!" Benito laughed as he watched Pandora's movements. "First, the luscious American and, now, your lovely pet. You know, mate, if you are tired of Gillian, I will gladly take her off your hands."
John shot Benito an icy look that had the Italian immediately becoming quiet. His eyes then met Pandora's and his voice was taut as he said through clenched teeth, "Pandora, get off me and put your fucking clothes on!"
"But, Master, I need you," the Greek beauty purred as she began to undulate her hips, the friction between her legs causing her pussy to weep with anticipation. She would show that little American bitch just who was John's favorite. "Please fuck me! It's been so long since I've had you inside of me."
Pandora cried out as John gripped her arms painfully and stopped her movements. He brought her face only inches from his as he growled in anger, "Get off me! What the fuck is wrong with you tonight? You're acting like a low-class whore!" John then cast a glance across the room just before Luther appeared beside him. "Luther, have one of our men take Pandora back to her apartment and see to it that she stays there."
"No, John, please don't make me leave!" the woman begged as tears sprang to her vivid blue eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? John had never been able to refuse her before. She couldn't understand why he was so angry at her but knew it had something to do with the American bitch. Could she be losing John? Anxiety had her clinging to John as Luther tried to pull her away. "Please don't make me go, John! I love you, and I know you lo—"
John froze at the woman's words as he loosely gripped her throat. Leaning close to her, he growled, "Not another fucking word, pet. I would hate for you to say something you would regret. I told you from the moment I met you that you were nothing more than my mistress. Now you're no longer even that. Get her out of my sight, Luther!"
Just as John finished his verbal command, Luther jerked Pandora off his employer's lap. John could hear her pleas as the guard carried her naked, sobbing frame out of the room. Pandora's words had made his blood run cold. What the hell was wrong with his mistress tonight? He had known the woman for several years, and she had always obeyed him. John had often gone to Pandora when he was on the edge because she never asked questions and she had kept her emotions out of their relationship. John had enjoyed Pandora sexually over the years, but those feelings had never come anywhere near love. There wasn't a woman alive he could see himself falling in love with. Well, maybe one. No way in hell, John shouted to himself as his thoughts drifted to Gillian. He liked her, but love?
"So, you're giving Pandi her walking papers?" John heard Patrick ask in Gaelic, breaking him from his thoughts. "I can't believe you, mate! Giving up Pandora for the American? You think that's wise?"
"I think it's my fucking business, Pat!" John growled back in Gaelic. "Sending Pandora away has nothing to do with Gillian. The bitch pissed me off! Pandora was acting like a common street trollop."
"You know, for a man who likes to keep his personal life private, you're really mucking it up tonight." Patrick chuckled, dimples making his face appear boyish. He secretly loved to rile his British mate, and John was definitely on edge tonight. "I'm sure you can feel the whole room watching you as we speak. Not to mention, Chen and Franco are confused as fuck by your actions this evening. The only common denominator in all those things is your precious kitten. Are you sure you didn't lose some of your common sense when you came inside her?"
"Are you trying to piss me off, Pat?" John asked between clenched teeth as the vein in his neck pulsed.
"Yes, I am," the Irishman answered honestly, completely unaffected by John's dark rage. "If you're pissed off at me, then you won't be thinking about Gillian. Get a fucking grip, Johnny!"
Before John could bark out a reply, he felt a powerful, electric shock race up his back and settle in between his shoulder blades. Turning around, he nearly came undone as he watched the topic of their conversation walk