Chapter 8
Kiera
By the end of the following week, I was a nervous wreck. Every time I left the house, I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder, convinced Jackson was going to appear out of thin air and demand something from me that resulted in giving him more material to blackmail me with.
The worst part? A pang of disappointment would streak through me when he wasn’t there, and I found myself questioning my sanity. Why the hell did I want to give Jackson more ammunition to use against me?
Because even though Jackson hated me, I had his attention back. I refused to acknowledge that thought.
I couldn’t even escape my paranoia at home. Each time the doorbell rang, my stomach would clench with nervous anticipation, only to find a delivery driver on the doorstep.
I lived in an entirely different city from Jackson, and I didn’t know if he knew where I lived. But he’d managed to obtain so much information about my life, right down to the name of the woman I regularly visited for a bikini wax, that it wouldn’t have been a surprise if he had found my address.
On top of that, I’d developed a strange feeling that I was being watched inside the walls of my house. I didn’t know what specifically made me feel that way, but with every passing day, my paranoia worsened.
The only thing I could put it down to was the phone Jackson had given me that I carried everywhere in case he messaged. Whether it was in a pocket or a purse, it felt like I was carrying a ten-ton stone instead of an innocuous device.
Whenever it vibrated with an incoming message, my heart would leap into my throat, dread seeping into my bones at what he wanted, only to find he’d sent a meme of something ridiculous.
He was taunting me, and I was helpless to stop it.
Jackson had the worst timing, too. He somehow managed to send most of his messages at the most inappropriate time, as if he knew the last thing I needed right then was him bothering me.
Like the night Alec pounced on me while we were watching a film and attempted to shove his fingers into my shorts.
My phone had vibrated in my back pocket, and when I made my excuse that I was on my period and needed to go to the bathroom—cue Alec losing his mind—it was to find Jackson had sent a picture: a screenshot from the video of him fucking my throat at the party.
Accompanying it was a message reminding me of his rule not to sleep with Alec. Easy to do when Alec thought it was that time of the month. Not so easy when I’d used that excuse for the month.
Then there was the other time when I’d invited the girls round for dinner and drinks as Alec was working late.
Jackson had sent another picture, this time of himself standing outside Donna’s house.
He didn’t include a message, but the threat was clear.
A reminder that if she ever invited me to a party again, and I went, the consequences would be severe.
With the knowledge that Billie would be home in two days, my anxiety had spiked to a whole new level.
What the hell was I going to do if Jackson messaged me when I was spending time with my daughter?
I couldn’t abandon her because I was at his beck and call whenever he felt like having his cock sucked.
Or whatever else he planned on doing to me.
I’d been looking forward to Billie coming home for weeks; she was the only thing that kept me going. But now, I couldn’t help but wish her school term wasn’t coming to an end just yet.
Damn Jackson for making me dread my daughter coming home.
Lost in the chaos of my life, I couldn’t focus on the movie Alec and I had supposed to be watching until the end credits started rolling. I glanced over at him, surprised he hadn’t spent most of the movie feeling me up like he usually did.
A smirk curled my lips at finding him struggling to stay awake, his lids almost closed.
Maybe I wouldn’t have to fight his advances tonight after all.
He hadn’t seemed all that tired when he first got home from work, so I suspected the entire bottle of wine he’d drunk at dinner had something to do with it.
He hadn’t offered me any of the wine with our dinner, knowing that I didn’t like red wine, but had spent the entire meal bragging that it was an expensive brand, and a client of his had gifted him the bottle for helping them with their investments.
I’d refrained from rolling my eyes on countless occasions, stopping myself from reminding him that he’d just done his job as he downed glass after glass.
Poking him in the side, he grunted as his weary eyes found me. “You ready to head to bed?”
He grunted again before scrubbing a hand down his face. “What time is it?”
My brow lifted at his slurred words. He hadn’t sounded drunk when we sat down to watch the film. “Are you okay?”
“I need to go to bed.”
He stretched his arms above his head and got to his feet.
I followed behind him, confused—and somewhat bemused—as to why he was staggering.
When we made it to our room, he barely managed to remove his clothes, stripping down to his boxers before collapsing on the bed.
Less than ten seconds later, light snores floated from his lips.
I snorted. Alec often harped on about how much I drank, yet he was the one comatose after a bottle.
Leaving him in his wine coma, I headed to the bathroom for my nightly routine. Once I was changed into my shirt and shorts, I managed to pull the covers out from under Alec’s dead weight so I could pull them over us both. He didn’t stir at all, which was quite unlike him; he was a light sleeper.
Snuggling under the covers with a grin on my face at knowing I could go to sleep without being pestered for sex, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Movement on the bed jerked me from a deep sleep as a heavy weight settled on my chest. My eyes shot open, panic choking me the second I made out the silhouette of a person straddling me.
My worst nightmare had come true.
With my heart beating like a sledgehammer against my ribs, I opened my mouth to scream when a hand slammed down on my mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.
“Chill, Kiki. It’s just me.” A familiar voice filled the dark room, doing nothing to quell my fear. “Thought it was time we had a bit of fun.”
Squirming under Jackson’s hold, my gaze slid across to Alec, who hadn’t moved. Jackson brought his other hand up, where he was clutching his phone, the screen emitting enough light for me to glimpse the sadistic smirk on his face.
Despite my wriggling, I failed to move him, not only because of his heavy weight, but he’d somehow pinned my arms to my side and was holding them firmly with his solid thighs. I stopped floundering, helpless but to give in.
He lowered his face to mine, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth. “If I remove my hand, promise not to scream?”
I nodded as a knot of anxiety tightened in my belly. Jackson stared down at me for several seconds before he removed his hand, his smirk still set on his face.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed quietly, my eyes once again falling to Alec, who was still snoring lightly. “He could wake up at any second.”
Jackson sat back up, his body almost crushing my chest. At least that’s what it felt like, but I could still gulp down air, so he couldn’t have been putting his entire weight on me. Placing his phone on the table next to us with the torch lighting up the room, he began fiddling with his pants.
“I suggest you be quick and quiet then, Kiki. Wouldn’t want future hubby to see how greedy you are for my cock.” He pulled his cock out, and under the torchlight, I saw how hard he was. “Open.”
He pressed the tip to my closed lips, and once again, I peered over at Alec.
I didn’t know if I was angry that he hadn’t woken up to stop his fiancèe from being assaulted, or glad that he was still asleep.
It would have taken a hell of a lot of explaining as to why Jackson was pinning me to the bed with his cock demanding entry to my mouth.
“I hate you,” I snarled, wishing I could kill him with the venom in my tone.
His smirk widened. “Not as much as I hate you, Kiki. Now open, or I’ll wake Alec up.”
He tapped the head of cock against my lips, waggling his brows at me as if this was just a game to him. Remembering what was at stake, I reluctantly opened my mouth, my tongue pressing against his slit. Jackson’s eyes darkened, and a flutter of nerves began dancing in my stomach.
Wrapping my lips around his head, he jerked forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat and blocking off my airway. He held himself there for several seconds until my eyes widened in alarm at the lack of oxygen in my lungs.
Somehow managing to move my hand slightly, I pounded it against his leg, silently telling him to stop. He finally pulled back, allowing me to suck in a deep breath.
“Jackson, please-” My words were cut off when he rammed his cock back into my mouth, once again hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
He grabbed my hair, just like he’d done the first time I’d sucked his cock, only this time, he lifted my head off my pillow, holding my face closer to his groin as he began thrusting his hips forward in short bursts.
Saliva leaked from my mouth as his pace increased, his tip hitting the back of my throat each time he drove in. Next to me, Alec shifted in his sleep, and my gaze slid to him, pure terror filling me at expecting his eyes to snap open and see what was happening, but he remained sleeping.
Surely, it wouldn’t be long until the noise woke him? Jackson’s heavy breaths were filling the room, and his rough movements were causing the bed to rock, yet Alec remained slumbering away, completely oblivious to what was happening right next to him.