The drive back to the Kensington mansion was torture.

Aria sat in the backseat, still naked except for the leather collar around her neck, her body humming with unfulfilled need. Every bump in the road made her sensitive pussy throb. She could feel Jax’s eyes on her through the rearview mirror, dark and hungry.

Guilt twisted in her chest like a knife. She had just caught Tyler cheating, and now she was here, naked and collared in the back of her bodyguard’s car, dripping for him.

"Jax… this is crazy," she whispered, voice shaky. "My father could be home. The staff..."

"Quiet," he commanded, voice low and rough. "You don’t...