Jackson's POV
This woman was going to be the death of me. If her dress tonight wasn't confirmation than for her attitude that left me wanting her and wanting to correct her in equal measure. It made me psychotic and possessive as I thought of all the things I would say to her once she realized she was left to depend on me to access our apartment.I should have made her wait but I had some pull in my stomach to keep her from lingering too long on her own as she had a habit of bringing unwanted attention to herself. She seemed oblivious to it tonight as I saw Danielle's husband look at her without apology and it took everything I had not to relieve him of the sense. If not for my wife's smart mouth, I might have.“You bitch!” A voice echoed in the stairwell I was forced to take. It was a male tone and it was enough to send me flying up the remaining steps. Once making it to the top, I threw the door open to reveal Andrew Fraser.“You think you can leaveAmara's POV Have you ever wanted something so badly that you couldn't comprehend going another second without it? Because with our proximity closed this tightly and his body almost trembling with anticipation, I couldn't see anything beyond making that closure. I wouldn't admit to anyone but myself just how desperately I wanted this. More than my next breath as a curiosity always remained of how he would taste, even when we were in that trying time of adolescence. Now, it was burning with an unstoppable rage that any reason to pull away was recycled into a reason to press forward. One of his hands managed to drop from my arms and to my waist, fitting into the curve, as the other lifted to my cheek. A soft thumb broke the trace of our mouths as he was careful over my wound. What once stung by the cruel air to broken skin was now aching in an absence of his mouth to mine-an absence that should have been impossible since contact was only in a whisper close.
Jackson's POVI couldn't sleep and if you ask my cock the angry bastard would tell you I was to blame. A beautiful, smart, sexy woman was offering to return the favor that still wore heavy on my tongue and I played the gentleman I denied us both seconds prior. And now I was solid and sleepless as I finally pulled the covers back and decided something in the kitchen may prove to be a distraction to my unintentional abstinence. “Shit!” Her voice broke the silence of the night as a smirk extended across my face. I watched her for a short while as she was loosely covered in one of my dress shirts with an exposed elbow she had to fix each time gravity tugged at it. The naked shoulder was begging for my lips as I ran my tongue over them at the memory of her coconut scented skin taunting me. “Come on!” She was using a long spatula to try and get a specific glass from a top shelf way beyond her reach. The curse came from her having knocked three over in the process, o
Amara’s POVNothing looked right. Of the clothes Jackson had sent for me, nothing gave the aesthetic I was going for. Something flirty but elegant wasn't among the dresses as everything far and in-between lay there instead. It was either too bold or too short, the fabric was too frilly or thick-it made me end up with my back against the wall and my nails between my teeth as I nibbled nervously. “Anything you wear will be gorgeous on you.” A woman's voice shot me to my feet. I completely forgot the maid was coming today. A woman who was about twenty years older than me entered with a wide smile as she began her work immediately. She was at the height of my shoulders and wore shoulder length red hair almost mechanically straight with a loose accent almost impossible to place. But she was the only female that I knew could help me decide. “But nothing feels right…” I cocked my mouth. “What do you think?” I questioned as she asked by expression alone what she could
Jackson's POVThe space between us was electrified with tension. If she shared my train of thought it was why she also remained still. Worried that if I were to make the first move there might be a rejection in having misread the situation. Even so, I was buzzing to be near her as it was difficult to sit still. Finally she was the one to break the silence. It wouldn't have mattered what she spoke as my body worked quickly towards her, working off the belt, and pulling her to me in taking yet another risk.“Do you want to listen to-” Without her own belt in place, she was easy to pull towards me. Her lips parted effortlessly and her tongue was quick to join mine as I was allowing myself a specific parameter. Nothing more than a heavy kiss and maybe a graze of exposed skin and it would keep me a gentleman. At least that was what I told myself, even as she began to use my shirt as a way to pull me harder against her.
Amara's POVIt all happened way too fast. The height of bliss Jackson and I built to together was obliterated as I was literally torn away from his arms and into a tinted car. My attempts to lift were weighed down by too many strong grips to fight. The only clue to my captors came in the cursing of their accents that reminded me of home. “Don't make this harder.” One of them grunted as I was taken to my feet with a brutal pull. My body was already in fight mode but my eyes struggled to adjust to my surroundings. It took too long to realize I was being taken to another airfield. Another private plane. Only this one was one I recognized. “Let go of me!” I ordered before being thrown to the ground and locked inside. A pair of loafers met my gaze first as I was quick to stand as I distinguished their style.“Have you not embarrassed our family enough?” My father's voice boomed over me. There was once a time when it could send me immediately into tears. Now,
Amara's POV I wasn't allowed my phone, extra carbs, or even a window for ventilation as I was forced to get ready in the largest supply closet which was only mildly larger than a personal bathroom. Even so, I was forced to come out between the mops and cleaning supplies looking like I came off of some red carpet. Even if my dress came off the runway and my makeup was expensive enough to sell and make a life of my own without a loan, I was beyond trapped. The dress was tight. The new ring on my left hand was heavy. And as the last step to my look was a veil I refused to put in, I hesitated. Surely Jackson was protecting me somehow. He would come in minutes before the wedding or even seconds after it started. His words when we were alone were too honest to not be followed through when he was called on them. But as I looked at my reflection in the metallic plate that once held keys before me, I only saw a foolish girl getting her hopes up on some antinquidated fairytale
Jackson’s POVIt killed me to watch her taken from my lap, but I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. But it absolutely decimated me to see her on her knees for someone else. Someone else who had wanted her almost as desperately as I did. Enough for his life to come at a cost for his lust. It was barely a worthy payment but gave an excuse to rid the world of him as I'd planned from the get-go. Now, she was back at my side again. Although she wasn't rejoicing as I had naively hoped, she loathed me as I expected she might. But I was a patient man. I had already spent fifteen years waiting for her. And now, nothing would tear us apart again. Whether she knew that, believe it, or not-it was the truth. “Are you going to stay in the car all night?” I asked after we took the side exit from the hotel as those tasked with watching her were not expecting her to leave alive. It made it easy to sneak away undetected but tempting to leave a trail of blood in ou
Amara's POVI wasn't staring for my benefit. Especially not at the tattoos that flexed along with him in any and every small movement. Nope, I was watching him to make sure he was not going to do something shady when he thought I was asleep. It was why I was currently across the room in a chair a safe distance away from him. Because even if I was too stubborn to admit it aloud, whenever I was in his orbit, he made it difficult to focus on anything but him. More specifically, the way he made me want to trust him. But I couldn't. For too many reasons to count. And the longer I was enclosed with him, none of them seemed to matter. “How long are you going to stare at me baby?” His voice shifted my eyes from the form curve of his ass that I had been deep in thought while multitasking and admiring. I didn't dignify him with an answer as I picked up my feet and marched into the bathroom. This was my third shower in twelve hours as each one was taken as an excuse. “Wh
Jackson's POV“I'm so nervous…” Amara confessed while bouncing on her toes and bringing her fresh manicure to her teeth. I carried her hands gently to my lips for a kiss of calming as it seemed to work long enough for her to chastize me with a look alone. “You've worked hard for this and you've earned it. Pretty soon you'll have all of Massachusetts wearing “Lena”.” Her eyes swelled at the idea. Not because of her pride but because of how it honored her mother. Each model was set to exit with a shawl of her mother's favorite style which was an Easter egg of sorts to those who knew the detail. Like me. Like Leon. Even after the years since she was gone, he was hopelessly devoted to her. I understood the pull now more than ever. “Two minutes, Mrs Maldori.” The coordinator explained as I reached for the table behind us for the champagne I stole earlier. “Not that you need luck…” She looked at the drink before cocking her jaw to the side. “
Amara's POVOne. Silence. Two.Movement from the ground that settled a few seconds later. Three. Paranoia to every passing second that felt like an eternity for what was an encompassment of sixty seconds. Four. An eerie stillness that made every small sound from my restless body shifting in the car send my heart to pump overtime. Five. Not a second later and my feet were on the pavement towards the rear entrance he had taken. Just as my hand wrapped around the cold metal of the handle, I was pulled back by a brutal hand. “You're not going in there.” A familiar face from Jackson's brigade attempted to obey his boss's demands. “Try and stop me.” I tried for the door again. This time, he used both arms with a bruising force that gave me the motivation I needed to convince him to release me. “And how would Mister Maldori feel looking at my skin tonight and finding bruises because of you.” He clenched b
Amara’s POVI don't think I can ever get used to Jax Maldori. He is the alter ego of the man I held in my arms not even an hour ago. Jackson was shed and molded into this man dripping with confidence and commandments. His entire persona was demanding enough that not even security dared to check him for the weapons I saw him put beneath his sable clothes. And the women, they were openly ogling him. He scoffed to see me glare at one in particular that fixed her bust to appear more full for him and his response was to kiss my cheek and tug me tighter against him. “Focus, baby.” I fixed my own confidence as we came to a table layered with cigar smoke thick enough to choke on. I glared through the heaviness also affecting my eyes before he took a seat in the chair, guiding me onto his lap. “You know the rules, Maldori. No bitches while we play.” I went to speak but he pressed a firm hand on my open thigh under the table. “I'm not getting rid of my lucky cha
Jackson's POVIs it a problem that I prefer to stay awake long after she's fallen asleep just so I can admire her? The issue is that I can't decide if sleep is worth the lack of contact because my dreams are nothing compared to the reality of her. The scent of her hair and the memory of it wrapped around my wrist as I take her from behind. The satin skin in its perfect curvaceousness and the way she wears my marks so proudly. The trembling thighs and how they wrap around my waist or my face when my body begs to please her. The way her voice climbs to a crescendo in passion and defensiveness. I am enraptured. I am hopeless. I am truly a deviant for all this Amara Maldori. My cock is painful, tempted to slide between her legs in the middle of the night. If I hadn't already made her mine three times I would take her again. But her body was still recovering from how relentless we were to one another. I decided I was going to my office to ge
Amara’s POVIs it technically considered cabin fever if your walls of imprisonment consist of a six bedroom house on twelve acres? Because even if the sun came through the bay window of the reading nook I occupied more often than not or the food was prepared to the degree of award-winning, I was restless. The crutches were finally recycled last week and I was left with a heavy boot that made me limp from even the most basic of movements, and I was under intensive care of watchful eyes. None more precise than Jackson himself as he made it his mission to keep his focus on me throughout the day. “Baby!” He scolded as I was already halfway down the steps before he rushed to my arm. “I'm not glass…” I reminded but he didn't respond. We had already argued frequently about me being babied. He wouldn't even give me more than a peck on my cheek and that was with repetitive begging. In fact, this grip was the most intimate we had been for the last few months. “Y
Jackson’s POVThe problem with being obsessed with someone is that when they need to stand alone, you become disassembled from reality. You can't help but look at the time and its grueling pace, willing it faster until you can see them again. Even as the evidence of the time spent with her was still on my skin and in the sheets, I was itching to get her back here again. It wasn't going to be long, and it was necessary for her, but it still left me pacing since I pulled myself away from the sheets wearing her scent. One minute late wasn't a reason for concern. Thirty had me already dressed and moving towards my car in the private garage as Cutter's phone had gone unanswered along with hers. We allotted about an hour for the meeting which meant that she was already away from me for almost two. I tried to rationalize the silence as me overreacting, waiting for them to come through the door blaming traffic. But after fifteen minutes and my lack of patience, I was
Amara’s POVThree months later.I fiddled nervously with my recent manicure. Esmeralda insisted it would give me more respect but it had only become a nuisance since it dried yesterday.Everything felt out of place and everyone seemed to source me with a mutual sense of understanding- I did not belong here. Even if my maiden name was etched into the building towering over most in Boston, I was never meant to be at its helm. But with my father’s ‘disappearance’, I was the next of kin. This meant not only was I left to deal with the assets of his house, but also the business he left without a word. Until last week there had been a second-in-command. But since his death was announced in the paper, they were looking for someone to fill his rol
Jackson's POVHow did I manage from mauling her in the car? Your guess is as good as mine. If I wasn't already head over heels twice over for my wife, the way she was so brazen and jealous in front of Danielle was the solidifying property. Even now as she sat at my side in silence after I ignored her first question of where we were going, I had to touch her. My hand was set in possession on her thigh as if to keep her on the seat. All the while, I was fighting from making her paint my passenger seat with her cum for being a good little wife. But for the ways she defied both Cutter and me, she needed to learn there were consequences so she got silence and sexual postponement. There were three places I desperately wanted to take her. The first was too far away that I think my cock would actually burst if I had to wait that long. The second was close enough but was a bit too public for the depraved lesson she needed to learn. The third was going to be per
Amara’s POVMy feet couldn't move fast enough as I made my way into the lobby of the apartment complex. Still, it was fast enough to access the elevator without being stopped by the receptionist. The doors came closed in the final second and I began to transcend. Without a weapon. Or a plan. When the doors did come open, I found the apartment in a short disarray and the sight of motionless feet around the first corner. The same kinds of shoes all men in Jackson's line of work seemed to wear in their reflective sheen. I moved carefully around the corner before finding ironed pants stained with blood that came to an open torso riddled with even more crimson. Higher still was a face turned aside. As I lowered to verify who it was, a sudden force took me against them. A hand to my mouth and a thick corded arm around my torso, I was pulled to a familiar chest. It was made of the same stone that gave a contradicting comfort of a raging heart and a protective