“You’re a fuckin’ psycho, Jackson. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Leon screams and gasps simultaneously.“I know,” I say.Leon’s wrapping a cloth around his dick, desperate to put out the fire engulfing it. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless and that I’m nowhere near done with him yet. I’m just too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing in front of me to be bothered by him at that moment.For six months, I’d been looking for the little princess. I’d had her right under me and let her slip through my fingers. That won’t be happening again. “It’s nice to see you again.” My gaze roams down her naked body, and I grunt. Taking my suit jacket off, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I glare at Cole and Ford. Cole chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs, looking away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got so fucked up by the mob bosses who run
Jackson sucks the air out of the hallway. I can’t breathe with his body pressed against mine. Just being near him makes my brain disappear, and my lady bits are taking charge. He’s right; I want him. He’s this massive beast of a man dominating my body with such sheer force, it scares the living shit out of me and excites me simultaneously. I’ve replayed that night in my head repeatedly on a loop. It won’t shut off. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I stayed instead of sneaking off like a coward.“I can smell how turned on you are. You’re soaked, aren’t you, princess?”“No,” I lie.Jackson’s laugh echoes down the dark hallway. “Liar.”I push against him, trying to get him off me so I can just think, but he is an immovable force. “Why are you so big?”He wags his eyebrows, a sexy smirk tilting the right side of his lips. "Last time I checked, you liked how big I was. Screamed for it, if I remember correctly.”“Yes, well, that was before I found out you were a fuckin’ psycho
The attached bedroom is massive. It’s adorned with satin sheets, a down duvet, and piles of pillows on the bed, not a room that would belong to a guy like Jackson. I walk into the giant closet, and it’s full of clothing, dresses, pants, pretty blouses, and so many shoes. My stomach turns, and the bile rises in the back of my throat. I’d met him at a sex club, a place where swingers go. He obviously has a wife or girlfriend, and this is their thing—bring home a plaything, have a little fun, and then discard her, even kill her. It isn’t like Jackson isn’t capable of that.I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. There’s no way in hell I’m wearing some other woman’s panties. Disgusting. I slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is mouthwatering.One look at Jackson, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome that he takes my breath away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans like me and a button-down black
AshleyI melt into him. I’ve heard that cheesy expression my entire life in one form or another. Usually I roll my eyes, but in this moment as I’m nestled in Jackson’s arms, pushed closer to him as if he can’t get enough of me, I melt into him. Finally, I get it. That desperate need for another human being. The ache you harbor at the possibility of losing them. The fuckin’ stars you see when they simply brush a finger against your skin.He pulls away first. I almost cry out at the loss of his lips against mine. His hands cup my face, his dark eyes searching for something before he presses his forehead to mine. “You on the pill?”“Yes. But it’s a little too late to be asking that now, don’t you think? I could be six months pregnant for all you know.”He pulls back from me, moving so fast that you’d think I was on fire and he’s scared to be burned by the flame. “I pulled out. What the fuck are you on the pill for?”“What?”He steps to me, his hands grabbing on the flesh of my upper arm,
I jump up, moving away from him. “You let some girl touch your dick?”His chuckles turn into a laugh as he grabs me by the hair, yanking me back to him. “Are you jealous, Princess?”“No.”“Liar.”“Why did you get that?”His eyes peer into mine, his finger trailing up and down my naked arm. “I missed you.”“So you got your dick pierced?”“I needed some sort of pain. A physical pain. My buddies beat the shit out of me too, if that soothes your anger in any way. The agony you delivered was unbearable. It’s been over a decade since I’ve hurt like that. I’ve blocked my heart from truly caring until you came around and changed that. I figured getting my dick pierced would hurt like hell and it’d keep my mind off you, at least for a short while. It didn’t work.”I want to stay mad, but his words are bullets lodged in the center of my heart.“Don’t be mad, baby,” he pouts, before he quickly adds, “I let a dude do it.”I burst into laughter, hitting his chest.“Figured it was only fair that I
“Why are you like this? Every time I try to get close to you, you have one arm out trying to push me away.”I move her off me and place her on the sofa before I storm out of the room. I just need a moment to get myself together before I fuck it all up. Her footsteps break my concentration, and I flinch at the loud slam of the door. She’s pissed. I can’t understand why I have to tell her about the past. I don’t even want to know about my past.That shit was horrific. She doesn’t need to take on my shit. Telling her would just ruin everything. I don’t want to put that burden on her. I want to barge into the room and fuck her until she can’t see straight. It seems the only way I can make her happy is with my fuckin’ cock. Doesn’t surprise me. It’s one of two ways that people have always used me.My eyes go to the liquor cabinet. I rarely drink, but right now I want to drown in the bottle of Jack and hope that I pass out and don’t have to deal with any of this shit. Soft moans interrupt my
“Who’s are you?”She doesn’t answer.I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”“It’s forever. T
Jackson opens the nightstand, and something silver flashes in his hand. I take a minute to register what it is. A Zippo. He holds it in his hand like most people hold a gun.Cole tugs at the chains around his neck, his grin getting wider. “Should have gone for your gun, Jackson. Pussy seems to make your brain go soft.”“What the fuck’s takin’ so long?” Another man appears, one I haven’t seen before. He’s wearing a black suit and has short black hair. He looks like an established financier, not someone you’d think would hang out with someone like Cole.“Vance, what the hell are you doing here? I’m surprised you left Carla,” Jackson says before putting his lighter back on the nightstand.“Cole and Ford called. We’ve got Ferdinand. We thought you’d like the honor, but if you don’t…”“You have my father? Where?”Cole and Jackson pass a look at each other.“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vance asks, looking between the other two men.“Jackson here seems to have stuck his pen in Fer