CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTMary Jo #4
He doesn’t respond. I sit, tense. Eventually, when he doesn’t ask any more questions, I relax. Birds swing by, eating at the food until all that’s left are husks and sunflower seed shells.
Jayden stands. I follow him back out of the house and climb up behind him on the bike again. We go back to the cabin. Cole isn’t there.
Jayden keeps the ATV keys on him and rearms the front door. “Changed the code, kitten. You’d make it thirty feet down the driveway before I’m balls deep in you.”
I glare at him, and he flashes me a wink. He looks like Cole in that second. Then he heads upstairs.
I knock softly at Sage’s door. As usual, she doesn’t answer, so I go in. She’s on the bed, curled on her side. She barely opens her eyes as I come in. I replace her water bottles with new ones and sit beside her. Her eyes are sunken in, and it looks like she’s been crying.
When she speaks, it scares me. I haven’t heard her talk in weeks.
“I liked all your videos, you know.”
I stare at her.
She closes her eyes. “I’d never tried eggs in my ramen before you. Made Jayden try it too.” She gives a sad smile.
“I, uh, thanks.” I rub the back of my neck. I wince at how awkward I sound. I say in a softer tone, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” I’m not sure what I’m apologizing for. All of it, maybe. That she even found me in the first place.
She closes her eyes and then opens them again. “It’s not your fault. Jayden is a controlling asshole.”
I look at my hands. I don’t want to push her too much. “Why does he hate you so much? Did you break up with him?”
She sighs, “No, he broke up with me. We were…having a hard time. After the shooting, he wasn’t the same, but it started before that too.”
So they broke up recently. “I’m sorry.” I pick at one of my nails.
“It’s fine. I got mad…after he broke up with me. I…” she clears her throat and stares at the floor. For the first time, I see some color in her cheeks. “I wanted him to see what he lost…make him realize he should have treated me better. So I…”
She pauses for a long time.
“You…what?”
She gets angry and bites out, “I…hooked up with Pat.” She sneers. “His stepdad.”
I blink.
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t want to hear it.” She glares at the wall.
I sit in stunned silence.
Her voice drops low. “I didn’t know about him. I swear I didn’t. Not until it was too late.”
I don’t like the tone of her voice. I look at her. “Know about…what?”
She looks at me. The anger is gone like it was never there and there is hardly any life left in her eyes. She looks a hundred years old. “That he is…was, a pedophile.”
I get a sinking feeling in my gut. She closes her eyes slowly. We sit like that for a little. She finally says, “I swear I had no idea. Jayden never told me about what he did to him and Cole.”
I feel sick. Nausea rolls over my body, and I get hot.
“I’m tired,” she says suddenly. “I’d like to sleep.”
I clear my throat. “Sure, yeah.” I stand up.
She closes her eyes. “Sleep and never wake up.”
My gut is churning. I close her door and stare at the wood. I spend a few hours in the living room, turning my awkward wooden ice cream creation around and around in my hands as my thoughts churn and my stomach hurts.
Finally, I walk up to the loft. Jayden is reading on the bed. He smiles when he sees me. “Kitten. You ready to beg?”
Heat flares in me, but I cross my arms. “Sage is breaking. Past the point of return.”
He shuts his book and gives me a serious look. “You need to stop thinking about her. She’s none of your concern.”
“She’s a human being.”
That doesn’t seem to affect him.
“Whatever she’s done in the past…” I grow increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry about what happened.”
I can feel his gaze on me, but I don’t look at him. I can’t.
“Are you now?”
“Yes. And I’m sorry I kissed Sage. I didn’t know. She didn’t know!” Emotions flush through my cheeks.
“I’m not sorry. I wouldn’t have gotten you.”
Slowly I look at him. He looks possessive. I feel my anger rise. “Letting her die won’t solve anything now.”
He blinks at me. Then he says, very slowly. “Sage killed my mother, Jo.”
The world seems to slow. I stare at him, trying to read him.
For once, he doesn’t shutter his gaze. I see pain.
Deep sadness that can’t be faked. It floods his black eyes until there’s nothing left.
And then, in an instant, he hardens them again.
He grabs my wrist. “So no, kitten. It won’t solve anything now. But I don’t care.”
He pulls me to him and jerks so I fall on top of him. Too quick for me to fight, he flips me over so he’s lying on top of me.
“Jayden…”
He locks eyes with me, his voice stern. “What do you call me?”
I freeze. His dark eyes pierce mine, seeming to see all the way into me. I try to get away, but he has me pinned.
“I don’t…”
“Sir,” he reminds.
The pressure of his body sends sparks of pleasure down to my cunt. Despite everything, I feel myself getting wet. “Sir.”
“Good girl.” He puts his nose to the top of my breasts and breathes in. I feel my nipples pebble.
He notices. He gives me a look, and his eyes glitter. “You must need to come so bad. I’ve been waiting all day for you to come crawling to me.”
I glare at him. “You’re the one that threw me on the bed like a caveman.”
He grins, slowly licking his bottom lip. I feel him settle between my hips.
“Do you want this dick?” He shifts again, and the movement causes pleasure to zip up my clit. I swallow. I do want it.
He can tell. He fists my hair and yanks just hard enough to hurt. He growls, “Beg.”
I groan. I don’t want to lose. I’ve been fighting him on this for weeks.
“Fucking beg.” His voice doesn’t sound nice. There’s a warning in it. “I already own your soul. Stop fighting me.”
“Never,” I whisper.
He yanks on my hair again, sending pain shooting down my skull. It only turns me on more.
“If I have to fight you for the rest of our lives, I’ll do it.” His mouth is close to my ear, and his breath is hot. “I love it when you fight me, kitten. Your hatred gives me life. So, if you want to come, you’ll beg for it.”
I dig my fingers into his skin. He doesn’t even flinch away. I keep scratching into him, and he bites at my neck, my shoulders, and my tits as I scratch and scratch. I’m writing a word with my marks.
He rips my clothes off. “That’s fine,” he growls. “If you don’t want to come, I still will.”
I grip his shirt and work to yank it over his head. He grabs my cunt.
I smirk. He pauses and looks down. He freezes, then his eyes lock with mine.
I’ve scratched a crude ‘please’ into his torso.
Jayden tears into me, crashing his mouth down on mine with feral energy, eating and licking and sucking with fervent energy. It’s all I can do to keep up with him. He plays with my pussy as he does. I’m already so worked up that I feel myself coming to the edge of an orgasm.
“Come, my pretty, naughty woman,” Jayden growls in my ear.
I do. Pleasure fills me, and my cunt pulses around nothing. I don’t even come down off my orgasm before he’s filling me. I gasp at the pressure. He’s big.
“Good girl,” he mutters. “Good fucking girl.”
I rake my nails down his back hard enough to earn a hiss of pain from him. He pulls out of me and flips me over so I’m on my stomach.
“Play with yourself,” he demands.
I do, rubbing my hard clit. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming around his cock. It feels electrifying. Lights flash behind my eyes.
He grunts. I keep rubbing, chasing a follow-up orgasm. Jayden wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. “What a nasty girl.”
The next orgasm hits quick and hard. Jayden slams even harder into me, barely letting up on my neck. I feel his teeth on my shoulder, biting hard. He bites so hard I wiggle to get away.
He releases his teeth. “That’s right. Try to run. It won’t do you any good.” He bites me again viciously. I cry out. He continues biting me while slamming his dick into me. It’s violent and brutal and hot.
When I come again, it’s a mix of pleasure and pain as he bites into my ass. He’s biting so hard I’m sure it’ll leave marks.
He wrings orgasm after orgasm out of me. I get sensitive, and the orgasms begin hurting, but he doesn’t stop.
“You asked to come, kitten,” he says with an evil tone. He moves over me, sweaty abs glistening, making me want to lick all the way up his scratched torso.
Finally, when I truly don’t think I can come again, he shudders and comes. We both collapse on the bed, breathing heavily. After weeks of edging, those orgasms were more powerful than I’d ever felt. I think about getting up to use the bathroom then close my eyes, just for a second.