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try to escape his hold. She started to turn, but Jett grasped her hair, forcing her to face forward. He’d purposely deepened his voice, not wanting her to know it was him. She hadn’t mentioned her interest in the dungeon or told Jett she was planning to leave their room, which indicated she’d come here looking for a dalliance with a stranger. He planned to give her that…sort of. She’d definitely be playing tonight. But she’d be doing it with him.
    “This is your sub?” The other Dom studied him, suspicion on his face.
    Jett tried to keep his fury toward the obnoxious man at bay, but it was difficult. He had no respect for men who were more bully than Dom. “She is.”
    “She’s disrespectful. She didn’t lower her eyes when I spoke and she didn’t obey my command.”
    Jett didn’t respond. Instead he leveled a stare at the man that would leave no sensible, intelligent person in doubt of his anger. It was lost on the idiot in front of him, who failed to back down.
    “She doesn’t have to respond to jackasses,” Jett said at last.
    “Who are you calling a jackass? Your sub is badly behaved. All I’m saying is I’d be more than happy to help you punish the bitch.”
    The man was clueless about dungeon etiquette. If he continued behaving this way, Roan would kick the man out on his ass.
    Carissa pressed closer to Jett in an attempt to get away from the bastard. He held her tighter, his protective instincts on red-alert. “I don’t intend to punish her.”
    The man leered at Carissa, viewing her like a juicy steak. “That’s a shame. I’d like to see how she responds to the whip. Bet she takes it like a bitch in heat.”
    The man’s comments and unsavory ogling sickened Jett. Carissa started to turn away, but Jett held her in place. It was important they keep up the appearance of Dom and sub, even though he wanted to pull her against his chest, shielding her from everyone in the room. She was his.
    From now on, she would always be his.
    But he needed to proceed with caution. And he needed to get them the hell away from this man before the asshole scared Carissa so badly she left.
    “If you’ll excuse us.” Jett waited for the man to step aside.
    He didn’t.
    “Is everything okay here?” Jett glanced over his shoulder to find Roan standing just behind him. “Master Gregory?”
    Clearly another dungeon master had alerted Roan to the scene unfolding.
    Gregory scowled, shooting a look at Jett that screamed retribution. He started to drag the sub roughly, causing her to wince in pain. Roan stopped him. Reaching down, Roan helped the poor woman to her feet, lifting her mask to reveal blue eyes filled with tears. Jett could see blood welling from fresh scrapes on her knees from Gregory’s strong pull.
    Gregory blanched. “That was an accident.”
    Blood was a red flag in a place like this.
    Roan looked at Jett, who still held Carissa in his arms. “I’ll entrust the lovely Carissa to you.” Obviously, Roan could tell how much Gregory’s actions had upset her. “She’s new to this scene.” The words were a warning for Jett, but he didn’t need them. All they did was confirm his suspicions. Carissa was a novice. The idea of teaching her the beauty of submission took his cock from half-mast to rock-hard instantly.
    “I could have taught her a few things.”
    Gregory needed a lesson in keeping his mouth shut. Jett wished for the opportunity to teach the son of a bitch a thing or two about it. Gregory better hope they didn’t run into each other on the beach.
    Roan’s eyes darkened and Jett realized any punishment he might mete out would pale in comparison to what Roan would deliver. Roan put a supportive arm around Gregory’s sub, helping the limping woman walk to his office. Gregory followed behind, but not before he sent one last unsavory leer in Carissa’s direction. “The island’s not that big. We’ll see each other again.” The softly spoken words were laced with a threat, yet