Amara’s POV
He changed again. Only this time back to the boy I left behind fifteen years ago. The one who was unsure of himself in every aspect except the fact he'd never have me. It made me want to reach across the car and shake some sense into him. If he would have given me the truth then maybe I would have been able to see beyond the lies and the games. But as he just stared, forfeiting , and it left yet another tally in a string of reasons to why the fissures between us would remain.“Where are we?” I asked as we'd driven too far out of town to be anywhere I could recognize. But the headlights illuminated the front of a small house brought to life by the flowers in pots and gnomes spread throughout. An arch led to a pathway made of stone that came to the front steps made up of lattice on the sides. It was quaint and delicate, everything Jackson wasn't.“You deserve the truth, Amara. You'll find it inside.”“You're not coming?”“It's better fJackson's POVI had to have paced enough in front of that guest bedroom to put a divot in the floorboards. Even as I thought about how excited Lena was to decorate that room for her daughter as she lined it with pictures of them and the perfect aesthetic for Amara's age, I couldn't bring myself to knock. Because once I did I knew this would come to an end and I simply didn't want to accept it. There was a room at the end of the hall that was more of a storage room comprised of boxes and home improvement equipment. This one was the one I slept in. Only a cot lay folded up in the corner and it was that which I prepared for myself. But even as it stared at me tempting sleep, I couldn't rest. Because once again I knew it brought me closer to that goodbye I was unwilling to fathom. But if I truly loved her, I'd have to find a way to come to terms with it. Just not tonight. I was too fixated on evading the inevitable that I didn't think it may come and find
Amara's POVA date. Considering how the last one ended, I wasn't exactly eager even though the last three days were spent with relentless persuasion. Kisses on the neck kind of persuasion. Dirty words in the ear kind of persuasion. So I relented and was now currently on my mother's couch as she helped me go through some of her clothes for the perfect outfit. Despite the fact the majority of her clothes showed our difference in age, there were a few pieces I could put together. The neckline of one dress could be manipulated into a stunning belt for the skirt of another garment. Ideas similar to this came out as a river in my mind as I sketched the plan while my mother taught me to sew. The lines may not have been perfect but the vision came to completion just in time to get ready for the date itself. “I like to think this is how your prom would have been like.” She commented while putting the final curl in my hair. “I'd also like to thin
Jackson's POVI couldn't kiss her fast enough. I couldn't touch her long enough. The space between us was too vast and the clothes remaining were too close. I wanted to tear her bare and rut into her until the headboard left souvenirs in the form of dents in the wall. I also wanted to move slowly and take my time leaving her to come slowly undone for me. Orgasm after orgasm until I earned my own with her.“Are you sure?” She asked with emphasis to me as I nodded quick enough to leave my head almost dizzy. She smirked and I wiped it away with a brutal kiss that bent her into the crook of my arm. I had to hold onto the dresser beside the door to keep from knocking us both to the floor as her lips made me weak. Correction, the little whimpers she made as I kissed her made me weak.I couldn't have just her mouth anymore. I needed more. I needed her jaw. Her neck. Her chest. My hands pushed up her bodice to tighten her breasts beneath the fabr
Amara’s POVAs most women thought about their wedding, I thought about my first time. More specifically, what it would feel like when waking up that next morning when the heat of the moment subsided and reality returned. I conjured the idea of being made breakfast or even being run a bath to soak against my lover's chest. As I became older the fantasy was shifted into an understanding that the loss of my virtue would be the same business arrangement as my wedding day. I didn't expect much more than maybe distance as I climbed out of bed that next morning. But like always, Jackson blew all of my expectations and made them into perfect memories. His arm kept me as a little spoon in front of his naked body while his cock came to life, hard and thick, as I adjusted to my consciousness. The raspy groan of a morning tone made my skin chill as a possessive hand tugged me even closer to his chest. “Do you regret it?” He asked into my hair
Jackson's POVI’ve let my guard down for too long. Instead of submitting myself between Amara’s thighs on a continuous loop, I should have kept updates on Lena. If I would have then the fact she was absent from checking in with the guard I assigned to her wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. But because I was an insatiable and greedy bastard, the woman I loved was bouncing in the seat of my car beside me because nobody had a proper last sighting. I was told they heard noises throughout the night but nobody thought anything of it-unaware that the balconies were attached to one another and he accessed her that way. I didn’t give her daughter this detail as I knew she blamed herself and the last thing I wanted after a night like the one we shared was retraction.“It’s going to be okay, Amara.&rdq
Jackson’s POVIt was a Thursday when Lena Brady was officially buried. Where she had already been forgotten by the majority of the population nearly twenty years ago, it left only my men, Amara, and I to mourn her true loss. It was a risk to even allow it to happen but I would rather jump before Amara and take a bullet then deny her the chance to properly say goodbye to her mother this time. So while dressed in black and her mother's shawl, we spoke in prayer with the priest and were allowed today to mourn.Surrounded by at least forty of my men it seemed like Lena was as loved as she was missed, but this was all for Amara. Not a man unarmed or unalert as they crowded around us, a laying of white roses left atop a cherry casket that took a piece of my heart as well.Amara stayed hours after the final scoop of dirt was placed and smoothed while her head rested against her mother's stone. She traced the etching of "loving mother and selfles
Amara’s POVSex didn't fix anything, but it was sure one hell of a distraction. Jackson shared this sentiment last night but left me to wake up alone, sore, and looking to ignore reality yet again. The evidence of last night was worn well into the sheets, a combined aroma of us both, as I tore it free from the bed and around my naked body to conceal myself from the cold air. I managed a few steps into the hallway before hearing voices belonging to Jackson's men. By the time the realization caught up with my feet, I was standing with disheveled hair and a sheet stained from our ventures last night pulled tightly around my torso. “Not that I blame any of you, but get all your collective eyes off my wife.” Jackson kissed my cheek and walked me out of eyeshot of the majority crammed into my mother's house. “I was going to bring you breakfast…”I slowly nodded before refocusing on my true desire. He captured my hand softly in his own and kissed the inside of
Amara’s POVWe found a motel twenty miles out of the city for the night. It was surrounded with men at every turn, complete with Cutter sleeping against the door. Gun on his thigh between open legs, it was an ease to my paranoia that he was armed and ready. Even if he wasn't Jackson, he was trusted by him and it made me feel at least a sliver of safety among the heavy weight of danger constantly surrounding us.But even if it was a way to relax, I still couldn't sleep. I managed a few hours on the flight with Cutter’s insistence, but was too fueled by adrenaline now to even try to close my eyes. Instead, I paced the floor quietly until moving into the bathroom to try and keep from waking up my bodyguard. While inside, the phone rang and a knock came to the door.“I'm going to be right outside the room. Don't come out for anything.” I agreed with him before hearing the door close. Not even a handful of seconds later and the motel phone ran
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