Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

It felt like my life and everything I knew were crumbling beneath me. My perfect Michael was just one big act; in reality, he was a fucking monster. How could he do such a thing? The way Jackie described every detail with tears streaming down her face made me want to die. I had seen a glimpse of this Michael, but he explained it away by pleading temporary “madness.” How could he explain doing this to Jackie well before we were ever together? He lied to me about everything. He pretended to be some victim of a crazy girl who was obsessed with him. How in the fuck would I ever believe a word he said to me now? Did he ever actually love me, or did he just want someone to control? Would it have gotten to that point? If I didn’t obey him, would he have become this deranged psychopath who would want to “ruin” my body too?

I knew for a fact Jack was nowhere near perfect. He acted on impulse, he had anger issues, he was volatile and impatient and stubborn. But he always knew when he was wrong. He didn’t pretend to be a saint. He was completely himself, and I loved him for everything he was. What the fuck did I love about Michael? I didn’t even know him anymore. I loved that he took care of me, or was that him subtly trying to control me? I loved that he was so confident, or was that just grandiosity? I loved that he showered me with gifts and worshiped my body, or was that just a ploy for me to behave? He could so easily control me with how much I desired him. What if we only had lust? What if this was never love after all? Did he even know how to love?

I sobbed in the elevator all the way up to mine and Jack’s apartment. I opened the door and found Jack waiting for me in the hallway, immediately opening his arms and embracing me tightly. If he had never approached Jackie, I would have continued living with a psychopath. Jack was my knight in morally gray armor.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know this must be too much to bear,” he said softly as he continued to embrace me.

“You tried to tell me. I didn’t listen.” I sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, love. I just love you so much. I would do anything for you,” he responded, grazing his lip over my earlobe.

It had been too long since Jack and I had made love. I knew it when I started getting wet just hearing his low voice whisper into my ear. I needed him right then and there.

“Fuck me, Jack. Make me forget about all of this,” I pleaded, letting go of him and putting my hands to his stubbly face.

Jack licked his lower lip before grabbing my legs and pulling me up against him.

“I will fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name, love. How’s that?” he growled.

He didn’t wait for an answer; he fervently pressed his lips to mine as he backed me against the wall. My hands ran through his hair, my hips desperate for his hard cock that I felt between my thighs. He took me into the kitchen and set me onto the counter, throwing anything off that was in our way. Glass shattered on the hardwood floor as Jack lifted my dress off and immediately put his mouth to my nipple, teasing it with his tongue. I ran my hands through his hair as I closed my eyes, needing my mind blank and only the feeling of pleasure consuming my body.

“I love you, Hana,” Jack whispered as he trailed kisses from my breasts to my chest, then up to my neck, making me squirm with need.

“I love you, Jack. I love you,” I whispered back, pulling him closer with my legs.

“I will protect you, my love. You’re my wife and I will die for you if I need to,” he breathed, focusing on my neck as he took my breast in his hand.

Tears streamed down my face. “I know, Jack.” I pulled him close again, putting my lips to his shoulder. “Please. I need you.”

Jack quickly took his lips off me and pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs, pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, and quickly slammed himself inside of me. I screamed with relief as he thrust deep inside of me, his rhythm quick and feral.

“You’re mine, Hana. My wife,” he grunted, digging his nails hard into my hips.

“Always,” I moaned, my head falling back with pleasure.

Jack quickly pulled out of me then lifted me up, turned me around, and bent me over the counter. He pulled my hair with one hand as he entered me then put his other hand to my clit, rubbing furiously. My release continued to build as I pushed my hips against him. My hands slid across the top of the counter as I tried to push back into him further.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine. Scream my name,” Jack ordered, pumping even harder now.

“Jack. I’m yours, baby. Fuck, Jack!” I moaned with pleasure from my orgasm, my pussy clenching against him, needing more.

Jack didn’t slow his fingers on my clit, forcing another orgasm, and I screamed again as I rode his fingers and cock.

“Baby. I need you to come inside of me. I need all of you inside me,” I moaned, desperate for the feeling of his warmth inside of me.

“Oh, fuck yes, Hana,” he grunted. He moaned loudly, and his warm cum started leaking down my thighs as he slowed his thrusts.

“Jack,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face again.

All I could see, now that my mind returned to its racing thoughts, was Michael’s angry glare and Jackie’s scars. I needed Jack and I to get away, to run from this mess I created.

“Sweetheart.” Jack pulled out of me and turned me around, a look of concern washing over his face as he noticed my tears.

“We need to leave. We need to get out of here. I can’t see Michael again. He will look for us and I can’t lose you,” I cried, sheer panic arising in my chest.

Jack took my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Hana. There is no reason to be afraid. I will protect you, my love,” he assured me confidently.

I shook my head quickly. “No, no. We know what he’s capable of. He will hurt us. Please, we need to get out of here,” I cried, holding onto Jack’s shoulders.

Jack’s eyes went dark. My scary Jack was emerging, and for once, it was a good thing.

“We’re not hiding, love. We need to confront him; we need to tell him you’re done with him,” he growled, and I could tell he took pleasure in saying those words aloud.

I knew he was right. I needed to tell Michael face to face.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I was nauseous with fear—I was positive it was Michael. I blocked him on my phone so he couldn’t contact me or track me.

Jack quickly stormed into our room, and I instinctively followed. I watched as he opened the safe and pulled out his gun.

“I thought it was at Michael’s.” I shook my head, trembling as I watched Jack put it into the waistband of his jeans.

“I got another. Just in case,” he explained then stormed back out into the living room.

I followed as Jack went to the front door and looked out the peephole. He looked back at me with confusion as I stood behind him.

“It’s Jackie,” he whispered, eyeing me for approval to answer it.

She must be in trouble.Maybe she was fleeing from Michael. I didn’t even question that she knew where we lived. “Open it,” I whispered back.

Jack flung the door open, and there was Jackie, her arms crossed and her face covered with fear. And then it all happened so quickly that I couldn’t even blink or comprehend what was happening before me. Michael appeared, slammed his fist into Jack’s face, and then Jack fell onto the floor, unconscious.

“Jack!” I cried, quickly leaning down to him.

Michael’s hand pressed against my mouth, but it wasn’t just his hand—there was something in it that made my head spin. Then, as a recurring theme in my life, everything went black.