Chapter 34
34
JO
Peace. Safety.
Pain.
I’ve cut two more times into my left wrist, sinking further into the escape each time. I almost don’t hear the garage door open.
But I do, and when my eyes pop open, I see Jayden storming toward me.
Panic floods me, and I scramble for the lock button. I hit it right as Jayden reaches the door. He slams into the car and rattles the handle.
“Jo.” Jayden’s voice is slightly muffled, and he has a manic grin on his face.
My heart is still pounding.
“Jo, open the door,” Jayden singsongs.
I laugh a little to myself. Fucking hell. And now he’s ruined what little peace I found. I try to close my eyes again.
“Jo!” A hint of alarm fills Jayden’s voice. “Fuck. Blood.” Jayden aggressively yanks at the door handle.
I glance around, then realize what he means. Oh shit. My wrist. I hide my arm to my chest. “It’s fine.”
“Either you unlock this door,” Jayden growls. “Or I’ll break the window in.”
Jesus Christ! Clearly I’m not going to get any rest.
I moan, “I’m fucking fine. Leave me the hell alone.”
“Like fuck you’re fine.” Even though his voice is coming through the car door, it still sounds dangerous.
“Go away, Jayden.” I close my eyes and lean my head back.
A loud sound explodes near my head. I jerk my eyes open and glare at Jayden, who’s shaking his fist. He hit the window. His chest is heaving, his eyes are wild, and there’s a hint of…fear.
“The cuts aren’t deep, Jayden. Jesus.”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it then?” I look away from him and stare blankly through the front windshield.
Silence. I want to sleep. I want to rest. I want peace away from people who will hurt me.
Jayden’s voice startles me, “You’re not allowed to cut yourself.”
“Oh, you’re the only one who can hurt me?”
“Exactly,” he growls.
What the fuck? I laugh to myself. “Oh yeah, you think you own me.”
Jayden tries the handle again so aggressively that I feel the car shake. He slams his fist on the glass, and despite myself, I jump. I feel his gaze boring into me. It makes the hair on my arms prickle. But I refuse to look at him.
“You think knowing everything about you is not owning you?” He growls. “You think arranging my whole life to fit you in is not owning you? You think I’d hunt you down to the ends of the earth if I didn’t own you? ” Jayden shakes the whole car again. “I had a whole life planned for us in the cabin.” His voice gets angrier. “Before everything fucking happened.”
I clench my jaw. “What kind of life, Jayden? One where you push Cole and me out? Where the only time you show any emotion is when you’re angry?”
“You haven’t seen fucking anger yet.”
“Please,” I scoff. “That’s the only thing I’ve seen.”
Jayden is silent.
I shake my head. “Are you going to kill me?”
“What?” Jayden leans into the glass.
“Are you going to kill me?” I ask slowly.
“Never,” he swears softly.
I just shake my head.
“You don’t believe me.”
I laugh, but it’s not humorous. “You’d rather kill than feel. Of course I don’t believe you.”
Silence.
“Big words for someone who puts up a fight at every turn.”
Anger fills me again, then helplessness. Why am I even having this conversation? “Fuck you, Jayden. I’m done. Just let me live my life in peace.”
“You’re not done till I fucking say you’re done.”
“Suck a dick.”
“Not my style.”
My emotions bubble over. “I fucking hate you!”
“Good. Hate I can work with.” Jayden rattles the door handle. “You have five seconds to open this, or I’m breaking it.”
“Go to hell.”
“Fully plan on it. Four.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Three.”
“Jayden!”
His voice gets dangerously low, “Two. Look away from the door.”
“Fuck off!”
“One,” he growls. “Close your eyes and face away from me.”
“You can’t do shit.” But the way Jayden backs up and ducks down scares me. He pops back up and slams something against the back window. It shatters, glass flying everywhere. I duck instinctively.
“I warned you.” Jayden reaches around, unlocks my door, and rips it open. “You always have to test me, hmmm?”
I scramble to get away, but two huge, warm hands grip me by the shoulders and yank me out of the car.
I fight, kicking and clawing.
“Now, now.” Jayden yanks me to the front of the car and slams me on the hood. His strong arms hold me down. “Let me show you just how much I don’t care.”
I twist to get away, but Jayden has hooked one arm through my right one, cranking it up on my back until fiery hot pain shoots through my shoulder.
“Relax, and I’ll let it go.”
“Fuck…you,” I huff. I get up on my tiptoes to escape the pressure, but Jayden just follows me.
“For once in your damn life, listen.”
The pain is sharp enough that I hiss in a breath and stop. As soon as I stop moving, Jayden releases some pressure.
“There you go. That’s a good girl. Was that so hard?”
I feel his other hand feeling for my other arm. The one I cut.
“Fuck off.” I try to pull it away, and instantly, the wave of pain slams into my shoulder.
Fucking hell. I grit my teeth and force myself to relax. As soon as I do, Jayden eases up.
“Tsk,” his warm fingers trace over the bandage on my right arm, then the wrist I cut. “This’ll scar. It’s gonna hurt even more when I put my tattoo over where that other man touched.”
“What?” I start to jerk around so I can look at him, but Jayden presses his weight into me. “Nah, stay right there. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Jayden–” but he’s ripping my borrowed sweats down my legs. The cool metal of the car presses on my skin. “Fuck! Jayden.”
“Do you want it to hurt, Jo?”
“What?”
“Is that why you cut yourself? Do you like the pain?” Jayden rubs his dick against my bare ass, and I clench.
“You should have said something. I can make it fucking hurt.” And with that, Jayden shoves his dick into my pussy, dry.
I scream. Pain overwhelms me, making me clench down hard on him. Jayden claps a hand around my mouth and groans. “Fucking hell. You feel so fucking good crying for me.”
Jayden pulls out, shoving back into me ruthlessly. It hurts like a bitch, and I fight against him. He just presses into my arm more, causing pain to shoot into my shoulder.
“Relax. Let me hurt you, Jo.”
I groan into his hand.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jayden slams back into me. “Take it like a good whore. I know you can take it.”
Tears leak from my eyes, but it’s already stopped hurting. I’m embarrassingly wet around him, and I hate myself for it. Every time he thrusts into me, it bumps my arm and causes a hit of pain, which shoots straight to my pussy. Jayden’s dick brushes against my G-spot, and I jerk my hips, trying to roll my clit against the car.
“Oh, do you like that?” Jayden grips my mouth so hard it presses my cheeks into my teeth. I whimper.
“Poor little slut. Says she hates me but gets soaked for my cock. Pitiful, really.”
The words make shame and pleasure shoot through me, and I clench around him.
“Nah.” Jayden slows his speed. “You don’t get to come. Not unless you beg.”
“Jayden!” I hiss around his hand, desperation running through me. I’m so close. So fucking close.
“Didn’t sound like a please to me.”
Fuck, I need that pain. I fight him to get more of it, but instead of twisting my arm again, Jayden just leans on me and slows his strokes even more, taking away both the pain and the pleasure. He chuckles. “Naughty girl. You can’t trick me into giving you what you want.”
I feel the pleasure slipping away. I clench my jaw. I hate him. I fucking hate him.
Jayden laughs, pulling out of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him jerking himself off furiously. His huge hand wraps around his dick while he watches me watch him. His face is flushed, and he smirks right before he shoots his cum all over my back and ass.
“Fuck,” Jayden groans. “What a good little whore.”
Every part of me vibrates with shame and anger. Jayden lets go of me, taking a step back.
As I stand up, the shirt falls down, and I squirm as I feel Jayden’s cum against the material.
“I’ll give you thirty seconds. If you don’t find Cole and get him to dress that arm, I’m going to take your ass next.” Jayden pulls his pants up leisurely. “Countdown starts now, kitten. Thirty.”
Fuck him. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.
“Twenty-nine.”
I don’t wait. I dart into the house, holding back tears. He’s the worst person I’ve ever met, and I hate that I’m still vibrating with the need to come.