Chapter 6
Jackson
Amusement worked its way through me as Kiera’s body tensed. Not the slightest pang of guilt made an appearance for what I had planned for her. In fact, I was rather looking forward to putting my plans into motion, and it started with a little visit to an acquaintance.
“Are you okay, Kier?” one of the ladies sitting opposite asked.
As if snapping out of a trance, Kiera pulled her horrified eyes away from mine, quickly shutting off the video and shoving her phone back in her purse. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to go.”
She stood, brushing my hand off her shoulder, her cheeks blazing red, and a vortex of hatred swirling in her brown eyes.
“What’s going on, Kiera?” another friend—Donna, the one who’d taken Kiera to the damn sex party—asked, her brows furrowed in concern.
“Nothing. My brother needs me for something,” Kiera replied, doing a better job at hiding the panic in her voice. “Just message me with what I owe for lunch.”
I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, my patience fraying. “Here. It’s covered.” I threw a couple of hundred dollar bills down, the four women staring at me, looking equally bemused and confused. “Let’s go, Kiera.”
Subtly grabbing her wrist, I held onto her tightly as I dragged her through the restaurant and out to the street where my car was parked.
It hadn’t taken me long to obtain Kiera’s number without having to ask James; after all, breaking into a variety of databases to obtain information was my specialty.
Once I had her number, I hacked into her phone from the comfort of my office and installed software that not only gave me access to her location, but also allowed me to see every single message she sent and received, along with every app she used on her phone.
Modern technology was fucking awesome.
It was how I knew the exact moment Kiera left her house and arrived at the restaurant, where I waited outside to give her a bit of time to throw back several glasses of wine.
It was also how I knew Donna had been the one to take Kiera to the party, despite Kiera deleting the message exchange from her phone.
I’d made a mental note to delve into Donna’s life in case she had more bright ideas of inviting Kiera along to one of the many parties she attended; until I decided I’d had enough, Kiera was my toy to play with.
My toy to break.
Reaching my car, Kiera yanked out of my grasp. “What the fuck, Jackson? You promised me you’d delete the photos.”
At her hysterics, I grabbed her again, spinning around to back her up against my car. Planting my hands on either side of her head and resting them on the roof, I closed the gap between us, caging her in.
I tilted my head to the side, ignoring her luscious scent of jasmine hitting me like a tsunami, eliciting a thousand memories I’d tried so fucking hard to forget. “You really want to do this here, Kiki?”
She pressed her hand against my chest, attempting—but failing—to push me away. “Yeah, I want to do this here. You promised.”
“And I delivered on my promise. I deleted the photos from my phone like I said I would. You said nothing about deleting videos.”
Her features twisted into sheer outrage. “You…you…” she snarled, her delicate pulse point racing against the soft flesh of her neck. “I’ll tell James what you’re doing.”
A grin lifted my lips as I stepped back.
Pulling out my phone, I loaded up my contacts and selected James’ number.
“Go ahead.” I held the phone out to her, and her eyes widened as if I were handing her a bomb and not my phone.
“Go on. Take it,” I urged. When she only continued to glare at me, my grin turned into a triumphant smirk as I repocketed my phone.
“You won’t tell him, though, will you, Kiki?
‘Cos that will mean telling your big brother the truth; that you’re a dirty little slut. ”
“Fuck you, Jackson,” she barked, her gaze narrowing on me.
I closed the sliver of a gap between us, lowering my mouth to whisper in her ear. “All in good time.”
Her breath hitched, and if it wasn’t for the fact that we were standing in the middle of the street with people watching us as they passed by, I would have shoved my fingers between her thighs to see if her cunt was wet.
My cock twitched with the thought of what it would feel like to sink into her pussy.
I hated Kiera with every bone in my body, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck her if it meant destroying her.
I had a whole heap of ideas of how I was going to make her pay for being a lying, cheating whore, and I couldn’t fucking wait to get started.
By the time I was finished with her, she’d wish she never had the misfortune of meeting me. I just needed to be patient. I’d waited ten long years; how hard could it be to wait a little longer?
Clicking the keyfob to unlock the doors, the beep echoed around us, and I stepped back, needing to put space between us, or I really would have fucked her there and then. “Get in the car.”
She glowered at me for all of five seconds before she huffed and opened the door, slamming it once she was inside and cutting off the curse she was muttering. Chuckling to myself, I rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
Kiera didn’t speak again until we passed through the city; the only sound emitting from her direction was the occasional sigh.
Every so often, I peeked at her from the corner of my eye, wondering what was going on inside her head.
Was she accepting of her predicament? Or was her brain working overtime, trying to figure a way out?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“What do you want?” she said, resignation heavy in her voice.
I glanced over at her, finding her staring at the road ahead. “What do I want?”
“Yeah,” she replied, twisting to meet my gaze. “You want me to suck your cock again so you’ll delete the video?”
“Is that all it takes, Kiki?” I smirked, doing my best not to think about how fucking incredible it felt to have her mouth around my cock.
“If that’s what it takes.”
Her tone was stoic. Cold. For a moment, I wondered what had happened to her. The Kiera I’d known and loved had fire in her belly. She didn’t take any bullshit, always standing up to James when he tried to pull his big brother act, or when their cousin, Elijah, tried to bully her.
Her fire was one of the many things I loved about Kiera, but she’d turned into nothing but a doormat for people to walk all over.
Approaching a rest stop, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision, knowing that we’d miss our appointment. Nothing a few hundred dollars wouldn’t sort.
Kiera gripped the seatbelt as the wheels skidded on gravel until we came to a stop. She didn’t have time to react before I leaned into her space, pressing her against the door with my mouth an inch away from hers.
Fuck, it had been so long since I’d felt her lips against mine, but it was the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t allow to happen again. If I kissed her, without doubt, it would unleash a shit load of emotions I’d locked away ten years ago.
“You want to suck my cock again, Kiki?”
Her pupils widened, and a rosy flush coated her cheeks. “If it means you’ll delete the video and leave me alone.”
“What if I want something else?”
She swallowed, her gaze dropping to my lips before coming back up to meet my heated stare. “Something else? Like what?”
I moved closer, letting my lips brush gently against hers and lowering my voice to a mere whisper.
“What if I said I want to fuck you, hmm? What if I said I’d delete the video, but in return, I want to fuck your mouth, cunt, and ass, so that all you can think about is my cock inside you?
” Her eyes fluttered closed as my lips trailed a featherlight path up her jawline until I reached her ear.
“Would you say yes, Kiki? Would you let me fuck every one of your holes until you’re filled with my come? ”
Blood rushed south as my cock pressed against my jeans, demanding to be freed.
Fuck my life, why the hell was I torturing myself like this?
I’d already decided I’d fuck her and ruin her for everyone else, just like she’d done to me, but I couldn’t just yet.
That didn’t mean I had to make it hard on myself.
And yet…
“Answer me,” I said, grazing my teeth over the lobe of her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
A sneer curled my lips as I moved back to my seat. “Of course you would. Sluts like you will never turn down cock.”
I wrapped my hands around the steering wheel, needing a minute to calm my racing heart and the unexpected wave of anger that rolled through me at my own words.
Sluts like you.
The thought of Kiera with anyone, her fiancé included, pissed me the fuck off. She should have been mine. I should have been the only one who got to be inside her, yet she was willing to spread her legs for anyone as long as it got her what she wanted.
Across from me, she released a defeated sigh. “What happened to you, Jackson? There was a time when you cared about me. When you loved me.”
Red mist flashed in front of my vision at her soft words, and before I could stop myself, I flew across the seats, wrapping my hand around her throat and squeezing, blocking off her air supply. Her panicked hands scrambled against mine in a bid to release me, but I didn’t let up.
“What happened to me? You happened to me,” I snarled, hot rage pumping through my veins as she swallowed against my grip.
“I gave you my heart, Kiera. We had our whole life planned out, and then you decided to rip my heart from my chest and shit all over our future. If I’m like this, it’s because you made me this way. ”
I released her throat and fell back into my chair, sucking in deep breaths. I needed to calm the hell down, otherwise there was a chance I wouldn’t release her throat the next time.
“Jackson… I’m so-”