Jasmin's POV
The moment Elliott herded Clyde and Max toward the exit, I caught a glimpse of Max's broad shoulders disappearing through the doorway. Before I could process the pang in my chest, rough fingers gripped my chin, forcing my attention back to the predator before me.
"Don't look anywhere else," the brothel owner commanded, his voice dripping with hunger. His gaze devoured my face like a starved man studying his next meal. "Perfect. Just like that," he murmured, his words sliding across my skin like poison.
His thumb pressed against the corner of my mouth, tracing my lips with deliberate precision. Each touch felt like a violation, and I fought to keep my expression neutral while my stomach churned. His fingers continued their path downward, mapping my jaw before sliding along my throat with possessive intent.
