Chapter 17
Kiera
Perhaps it was a testament to how little attention Alec paid to me that prevented him from noticing how on edge I was for the rest of the evening.
It wasn’t only because he’d almost caught Jackson finger-banging me against the kitchen counter, but also due to the uncomfortable ache that had settled between my legs.
It wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I squirmed in a bid to relieve it.
Jackson noticed, though, and whenever Alec was distracted by his phone or rambling on about the different types of investment options available, he would subtly suck his fingers into his mouth as if he were savoring my taste before grinning salaciously at me.
When the two of them retired to Alec’s office for further discussions over a glass or two of whiskey, I was damn glad to be free of Jackson’s suffocating presence, even if the memory of him pressed against me wasn’t far from my mind.
I spent the rest of the evening tidying the kitchen before putting Billie to bed. By the time Jackson came to say goodbye, my nervous system was shattered beyond repair.
When he pulled me into a hug, telling me it was good to see me again, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to beg him to fuck me over the kitchen counter or confess everything to Alec, just so Jackson would stop toying with me.
Collapsing into bed, mental exhaustion threatened to drag me into a deep sleep, but when Alec slid in next to me, fury vibrating off him, I was suddenly on full alert. I knew all too well what he was capable of when he was in one of his moods.
But to my ultimate surprise, he switched the bedside lamp off without any attempt at getting me to spread my legs, muttering curses about how the evening had been a complete waste of time, and that Jackson had no intention of investing with his company.
The darkness hid my grin. Of course Jackson had no intent to invest with Alec; if he was anything like James, he would have invested his money with someone who was a Legion member. The whole purpose of the evening was purely to play more mind games with me, something of which he’d accomplished.
I released a weary sigh, unsure how much longer I was going to be able to go along with Jackson’s demands. He was stirring feelings inside of me that had lain dormant for years, and would never be reciprocated.
And I knew, I just knew, that when he decided to stop showing up in my life, and resumed his act of pretending that I didn’t exist, it would hurt more than it did the first time I lost him.
Damn him.
Closing my eyes, I wished for sleep to claim me so my mind could switch off for a few hours from the carnage of my life. Soft snores from Alec floated into the dark room, and I rolled over in a bid to block them out.
The phone Jackson gifted me vibrated from where I kept it tucked in the inside of my pillowcase. My eyes shot open, my heart lurching into my throat as I pulled it free and hid under the cover so the glare of the screen didn’t disturb Alec.
Jackson:
Come downstairs.
Blood rushed in my ears as my pulse spiked. Downstairs? What the hell? I quickly typed out a reply.
Downstairs? What are you talking about?
Jackson:
Get your ass down the stairs in your house. Otherwise, I’m coming up there, and I haven’t drugged Alec this time, so he’ll hear you scream when I make you come.
He drugged Alec? At least that explained why he didn’t so much as stir while Jackson was ramming his cock down my throat.
Not daring to risk punishment, I bolted out of bed, grabbing my robe to wrap around me as I headed downstairs. My heart pounded like a drum as I crept through the dark hallway, not daring to flick a light on.
Reaching the living room, my feet came to an abrupt stop at seeing the figure lurking in the shadows. “Jackson? What the hell are you doing? How did you get in?” I hissed, keeping my voice low in fear of waking Billie or Alec.
“The same way I got in last time,” Jackson replied, as if the answer was obvious. Truthfully, I hadn’t given much thought to how he’d gotten into the house previously; I’d been somewhat distracted. “Get your ass over here, Kiki,” he added, crooking his finger at me.
I didn’t move. “Whatever you’ve got planned, don’t. My daughter is asleep upstairs.”
He chuckled, the faint glow from the moon showing his brow lifting. “You think that’ll stop me?”
“Jackson-”
My words were cut off as Jackson pounced. In three large strides, he crossed to me, grabbing me and bending me forward so that I was bent over the arm of the couch. With one hand, he pinned my arms behind my back as he pressed his rigid cock against my ass.
“You never learn, do you?” He leaned forward so his broad chest weighed against my back, and his whispered words caressed my ear. With his free hand, he trailed it up my thigh, lifting my robe and my nightdress. “And thus proving my point that you love what I do to you.”
He shoved two fingers into my aching pussy, curling them to hit the spot only he knew how to find. I smashed my face into the cushion of the couch to muffle my gasp.
“Fuck, Kiki. You’re so damn wet and needy. Can you feel your cunt sucking my fingers in deeper?” Jackson growled, pumping his fingers in and out, the dark room filling with the sound of my juice squelching.
Within seconds, the pleasure he’d built inside me earlier, which had only slightly faded, began to build again. My hips rolled in time with his rough thrusts, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Please.”
“Please, what? Please fuck you like the slut you are? Ask me nicely.”
My jaw gritted at the amusement in his voice, and I squeezed my eyes closed, a spark of anger igniting my blood at knowing he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until I’d repeated his words.
Something I wouldn’t allow myself to do, not if I wanted to hold onto the tiniest shred of dignity I had left.
Jackson released my hands, yanking me up and turning me to face him before shoving me. I tumbled backward over the arm of the couch, and Jackson took advantage of my flailing legs as he maneuvered himself between them.
Holding himself up on his strong arms, he hovered over me, smirking. “Ask me, Kiki. Ask me to fuck you, and I might just do it.”
“Fuck you,” I hissed, ignoring the loud voice telling me to do as he wanted.
Jackson chuckled, sliding down my body and lifting my nightdress over my hips. He flicked his tongue against my clit, and a surge of pleasure shot through me.
Before I could stop myself, I begged him again, dignity be damned. “Please, Jackson. I…I need to come.”
“Say it, Kiki. You know what I want to hear,” he replied, sucking my clit between his lips.
My back arched against his ministrations, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Please fuck me.”
He lashed his tongue harder before pausing. “That’s not asking properly.”
My hands clenched into balls as frustration got the better of me. “Please fuck me like the filthy slut I am.”
The approving rumble in his chest vibrated against my spread legs. His teeth scraped over my clit as he added a fourth finger, curling all four digits and pressing them against my inner walls, pushing me closer to the brink.
“Think you can take my fist, Kiki?” he asked, adding his thumb.
What?!
Propping myself onto my elbows, panic raced through me as my pussy stretched around his digits.
My nails dug into the material of the couch as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to stop the groan from escaping.
Burning pain mixed with pleasure dominated my entire body, my lungs begging for air from where I forgot to inhale.
“Breathe, Kiera,” Jackson instructed. “Breathe and relax. You’ve taken all my fingers before, can take my fist.”
Doing as he instructed, I sucked in several deep breaths, watching with wide eyes as he pulled his thumb and fingers out and curled them into a ball before slowly pushing his fisted hand inside me.
Unable to hold myself up any longer when he began twisting his wrist, stretching me wider, I collapsed back onto the couch.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped when his knuckles pushed into my entrance.
Intense pressure built in my core, and as Jackson pulled his hand free, before gently pushing it back in again, the pain mingled with a pleasure I’d never felt before.
He found a slow, steady pace, pumping his fist in and out of me, and my mouth dropped open, a silent scream lodged in my throat at how damn good it felt.
Jackson shifted his position so he could reach my clit. Flicking his tongue against me, my orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning, my entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.
My vision turned black, and for a few blissful seconds, the only thing I could focus on was how peaceful and silent my mind was as I bathed in the ecstasy of my climax. I didn’t know how long it took for my soul to return to my body, but when it did, I found Jackson hovering over me.
“Shit, Kiki. That was fucking spectacular.”
Perhaps it was my near comatose state that had my brain confused, but for a minute, it sounded like Jackson was in complete awe, and the hint of venom whenever he usually spoke to me was absent.
But as if coming to his senses, he lifted up, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I was flipped onto my stomach, and my hips dragged back against Jackson’s solid frame. He moved my nightdress up again to trail a finger down to my ass.
“Ever been fucked here?” he growled, pressing his thumb against the tight hole.
Still unable to form words, I shook my head.
I’d never had anal; it wasn’t something Alec wanted to try.
Thankfully. Jackson pressed harder, pain burning me.
“Maybe I should fuck you here. At least that way I’ll get to claim one of your holes for the first time. ”
My response was a garbled noise, my brain still scrambled from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, yet through the haze, I knew not one ounce of me wanted to say no to Jackson claiming my ass.
Attempting to form coherent thoughts, any chance I had of clearing my head went out the window when Jackson drove his thick cock into my pussy. He plowed in and out of me, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around us.
Briefly worried that Alec would hear, I tried to push up, only for Jackson to slam his hand down on the back of my neck, squashing my face into the cushion. He held me down as he rammed into me, over and over again, until he grunted, his warmth filling my core.
His cock pulsed inside me, emptying every drop of come he had to give, and when he was done, he pulled out of me, our combined juices trickling between my thighs. With my body aching like I’d run a marathon, I pulled myself up, readjusting my nightclothes.
“You have to go before Alec comes to find out what all the noise is about,” I said, not meeting his eyes as a heavy weight settled on my chest.
Feeling his heated stare searing me, I hesitantly met his gaze, a million emotions flashing through his eyes before he finally reached out to cup the side of my face.
With a featherlight touch, he stroked a thumb lightly over the bruise that was clear as day now that I’d removed my layers of makeup.
Goosebumps coated my skin as his gaze dropped to my lips, just like it had done earlier in the kitchen, and my heart began to beat faster in anticipation of him kissing me.
Jackson shifted closer, brushing his lips against mine as he spoke. “Get your ass back to bed, Kiki. And don’t even think about washing my come from your cunt. You can sleep next to your fiancé with a piece of me inside you.”
He stepped back, tucking his cock away before giving me his back and disappearing out of the living room. A second later, the click of the back door closing reached me.
As my bottom lip trembled at his rejection, I did as he wanted.
I went to sleep next to Alec with Jackson’s come smeared between my thighs.