Chapter 10
TEN
Jack
I pulled off the main road, and found a spot hidden by trees.
When the truck was off, I turned to face her.
“Let’s try this again. What did he say to you?”
Asia’s hands were folded in her lap, still, prim.
Not Asia.
She turned to me, her eyes beseeching, her expression calm. “Jack, I already told you—”
“Bullshit,” I growled.
She chuckled. “It was nothing. He was just being friendly.”
“Friendly.” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “The way he looked at you wasn’t friendly.”
“He wasn’t—”
“The way he touched your back in that house wasn’t friendly either. And you let him.”
Her breath caught. “I didn’t—”
“You did.” I leaned across the seat until we were inches apart. “I watched you let him put his hands on you.”
“It was an accident, Jack. He was just—”
“I don’t give a fuck what he thought he was doing. What. Did. He. Say?”
“He said…” She swallowed, sliding a glance toward me. “He said if I ever needed anything, I could come to him.”
I fucking knew it.
That piece of shit offered her protection and almost let her die.
“Anything, huh?” I repeated.
“Yes.”
“And what did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t—I was just being polite—”
“Polite.” I laughed again, darker this time. “You were worried about being polite while I’m standing here thinking about all the ways I could kill him? While he almost let you die!”
“Jack, please—”
“Please, what?” I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. “Please pretend I didn’t see another man offer to give you anything? Please forget that he froze and nearly got you killed?”
“He was scared—”
“I don’t care if he pissed himself.” I reached over and grabbed the back of her neck, gripping hard. “He put you in danger. Then had the balls to touch you. To look at you like—”
I cut myself off, jaw clenching.
“Like what?” she whispered.
Instead of answering, I pulled her face to mine, crushing my mouth against hers.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was a brand.
My teeth caught her bottom lip, biting hard enough to make her whimper. I swallowed the sound, my tongue invading her mouth, taking what was mine.
She tried to pull back.
I didn’t let her.
I held her in place while I devoured her mouth. Claimed it. Reminded her who the fuck she belonged to.
When I finally pulled away, her lips were swollen where I’d bitten.
Perfect.
“I got something else you can use that mouth for.”
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
I released her hair. “You heard me.”
“Jack, we’re in a truck—”
“Do I look like I care?” I unbuckled my belt, the leather hissing as I pulled it free.
She breathed hard.
Pissed.
Turned on.
Mine.
“Now, Asia.”
She stared at me, defiance and trepidation and something else—something dark and hot—flickering in her eyes.
For a moment, I thought she’d refuse.
Thought I’d have to make her.
Wanted to.
Then she moved.
Slowly, hands shaking, she unbuckled her seatbelt, her angry, aroused eyes locked on mine.
I cupped her jaw roughly, my thumb forcing her mouth open. I worked my zipper down with my other hand, freed my cock as I pulled her toward me.
I was already hard. Had been since I’d seen Christopher’s hand on her back. Since I imagined carving him open for touching her.
“Open wider.”
She did, but there was still that flicker of defiance in her eyes.
I welcomed it, couldn’t wait to break it.
I guided my cock to her lips, rubbing the head against them, smearing them with precum until they glistened. “You like being a slut, right? Here’s your chance. You know what to do.”
She hesitated, her eyes flashing.
Wrong move.
I tightened my grip on her jaw. “Don’t test me right now, Asia.”
Her tongue darted out, tentative, licking the tip in prim little swipes that pissed me the fuck off.
“All of it. Take it all.”
She opened wider, and I pushed inside.
The wet heat of her mouth made me groan, but I didn’t give her time to adjust.
I thrust deeper, hit the back of her throat, watching her gag.
“That’s it,” I growled, my hand moving to the back of her head and pushing her down. “Be a good little whore and choke on it.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.
I set a brutal pace, fucking her mouth like I wanted to fuck the rest of her.
Hard.
Deep.
No mercy.
Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but I didn’t slow down.
“You think Christopher could handle this?” I asked, my voice rough. “You think he’d know what to do with a woman like you?”
She made a sound around my cock—muffled, desperate.
“He wouldn’t.” I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. “He’d be too scared of breaking you.”
Another thrust.
“But I know better.”
Harder.
“I know you can take it.”
Her eyes watered, but her defiance burned clear.
This was her, so brave, so beautiful.
I closed my eyes, and pushed her down harder.
She moaned, and the vibration made my cock jump, setting off tingles at the base of my spine.
I pulled out, my cock slipping from her lips with an obscene sound.
She gasped for air, spit and precum dripping down her chin.
“Who’s the only man you get to be a whore for?” I demanded, my hand fisting in her hair again.
“Jack—”
I gripped my cock at the base and slapped her cheek with it.
Then the other.
Back and forth until her skin was marked with spit and precum.
Until she panted.
Until I was a split second away from spraying her face with cum.
“Wrong answer. Try again.” I said when I was sure I had her full attention, my breath hard and heavy.
Her eyes blazed. “You.”
“Say it properly.”
“You.”
“Again. Louder.” I barked.
Her voice cracked. “You.”
I pulled her back onto my cock, deeper this time, until her nose pressed against my pelvis, her breath teasing the hair there.
“That’s right,” I growled, holding her there. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. This mouth. This body. All of you.”
I fucked her throat again, harder now, chasing the release that was building.
She gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she took it.
All of it.
“And if I ever—” thrust “—see another man—” thrust “—touch you again—”
I didn’t finish the sentence.
Didn’t need to.
The threat hung in the air, as real as the hand in her hair.
She gave me a microscopic nod, and it triggered my release.
“Swallow,” I ordered, holding her head in place. “Every fucking drop.”
She did.
I kept her there until the last spasm faded and my cock slipped from her lips.
She collapsed back against the seat, coughing, gasping.
Her face was tear-streaked. Lips swollen. Chin and cheeks wet with spit and cum.
Destroyed. Mine.
I tucked myself away, buckled my belt.
Watched her try to compose herself.
“Clean yourself up,” I said, my voice flat now. Controlled.
She wiped her face with shaking hands.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Remember this the next time another man touches you. Understand?”
She nodded, her eyes still wet.
“Say it.”
“I understand.”
“Good.” I released her, starting the truck. “Now put your fucking seat belt on.”
She did, moving stiffly.
I pulled onto the road, eyes forward.
The silence was thick. Heavy.
She stared out the window, her arms wrapped around herself.
After a few miles, I finally reached over.
She flinched when I put my hand on her thigh.
I lingered for a moment, then started to pull back.
But she covered my hand with hers, holding it there.
I kept driving.
Jack
I parked in front of the house, and before the truck had completely stopped, Asia was out and moving toward the steps, undoubtedly going to find Levi.
She was fast but I was faster, and met her at the front of the truck. Before I could stop myself, I reached for her, curling two fingers around her wrist.
The millisecond it took for her eyes to meet mine felt like an eternity, one where I wondered what I would see in them.
Fear?
Revulsion?
All earned, of course, but was I ready to face them?
I didn’t find out.
Because when her eyes met mine, all I saw was gentle question, softness.
Acceptance.
I dropped my hand and lowered my lids, missing the contact and connection, but needing the space.
Hated what I wanted to ask, feeling shameful relief when she didn’t make me.
“Talk in a few?” she said.
“Yeah.” Then I turned toward Miles, who stood on the porch. “You’d better not have been standing around waiting for us all morning.”
“Heck no, Jack. I did the perimeter check, inventory, and fed the animals. I even let Travis shadow me on watch shift so he could see how it’s done,” Miles said.
Asia had gone inside, and Miles jumped off the porch and unloaded the truck as he talked.
“Who the hell is Travis?” I asked, grabbing bags out of the back.
“Him,” Miles said, pointing at a man who ran over. “One of the new guys.”
“Let me help out and grab that,” the man said, reaching for one of the heavy bags at the back of the truck.
“Getting settled, huh?” I said studying him. His face wasn’t a mask of terror, so I didn’t quite recognize him, but I catalogued his features now.
“Yeah. Just trying to help out. We all are. The others are helping tend the livestock. And Ms. Bridget even has the younger girls helping out around the house.”
He stared at me, a slight smile on his face, waiting as if he expected approval.
None came, but Travis wasn’t deterred.
He just nodded, and gave a tip of his cap, and then scurried off.
“See? Good guy,” Miles said when Travis was out of earshot.
“Forgive me if I don’t trust your judgment.” I slapped the kid on his shoulder.
“You taught me a thing or two. And he’s already asking how he can be useful around here.”
“Follow his lead, and get this stuff to the storage shed for inventory,” I said.
“Already on it!” Miles said before he walked away.
Asia had come out of the house, and she wordlessly followed me as I walked away. I grabbed wire and pliers and went to patch a hole I had spotted in the fence.
“Your new guests seem to be settling in,” I said as I examined the fence.
“I heard. Isn’t it great?” She smiled at me.
“But that’s not what’s on your mind, is it?” I asked.
“What does that mean, Jack?” She tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably.
“It means you’re cooking up something, and I’d bet tonight’s rations I’m not gonna like it,” I said.
She let her smile burst through. “Well…”