4. Jet #3
She tries to walk away from me, but I block her way. Taking hold of her wrists I draw her hands behind her.
“You’ll find someone else?” My voice comes out darker than I intend. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“None of your business. Just never mind.”
“Never mind? You’re lucky I’m me and not some other asshole who wouldn’t never mind after you strip naked, proposition him and grab his dick. This is a dangerous game to play, Amal.”
“Maybe I like dangerous games. Make love to me. Or can’t you?” She narrows her eyes, taunting.
“You like playing dangerous games?” I ask, walking her backward, our bodies touching, my cock a rod against her stomach, her nipples scraping my shirt.
I press her back to the glass and raise her arms pinning her wrists over her head.
I take my time looking at her, making a point of it, taking in her pretty face, noting the shallowness of her breathing.
Her small, pert breasts. Her flat stomach.
The slit of her sex that I want very badly to lick.
When I return my gaze to hers, I see how her pupils have dilated and the way those big eyes are looking at me, the way she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.
Leaning closer, I bend my head and bring my face to hers. I inhale her scent as I brush my chin over her jaw before closing my mouth over the wildly beating pulse of her neck.
Her breath is audible, and she tugs at her wrists.
I shift her wrists into one of my hands and let the knuckles of the other brush over a tight nipple.
She gasps.
I bring my mouth to hers and although I know I shouldn’t, although I know this is not what she needs, I kiss her. I fucking kiss her.
I take my time tasting her inexperience, her innocence, her desire. She opens for me like a perfect little flower and my fingers dig into her jaw, the kiss bruising.
When I draw back, she gasps for breath, eyes full of surprise at the broken kiss.
“Oh, it’s not that I can’t, sweetheart. It’s more that I don’t make love,” I whisper against her lips because I, too, am out of breath.
I drag my mouth to her ear. “I fuck,” I breathe the words more than say them and her entire body shudders.
I pinch that nipple relishing her whimper, drawing back just enough so she can see me and I can see her.
“And the way I fuck? I would break a little virgin like you.”
Her cheeks burn a furious red which I guess is a mix of embarrassment and rage. It’s cute. She tries to pull free, but I don’t let her. “What makes you think I’m a virgin?”
I should let her go. She is so far out of her league she doesn’t even know which sport she’s playing.
“Aren’t you?” I ask, dragging her wrists down as I lower to a crouch, letting my permanent five o’clock shadow tickle her pristine flesh, leaving it pink in its wake as she watches me bring my nose to her pussy.
“What the hell are you doing?” she cries out, struggling against my grip.
I draw a deep breath in and fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I straighten to stand. “Just confirming what I thought.”
“Oh my God you’re fucking insane.”
“Yeah, I am.” It takes all I have to let her go, the animal inside fighting with all it has to hold tight.
But this can’t happen, not like this. I pick her dress up off the floor and hold it out to her because I need her dressed.
Because the temptation of her naked and offering herself to me is too powerful and I’m not as strong as I try to let on, not when it comes to Amal.
“Put your clothes back on, Little Virgin. This isn’t the way. ”
She takes the dress, holding it against her chest. “I can handle you just fine. And don’t fucking flatter yourself. I just need someone to… I just…”
“You just what?” I ask when she grits her teeth, unable to finish what she’s saying.
She forces herself to keep eye contact. “I just need to be rid of… fuck!” She struggles to right her dress.
“You want me to pop your cherry?” I say with a smirk which I admit is assholery but this can’t happen.
“I’m so glad this is funny to you!” She finally gets the dress on, although it’s inside out and it makes me chuckle because it’s cute. I go to help her, but she slaps my hands away.
“Because that would solve what exactly?” I ask. “If I were to fuck you, what would it solve?”
“Am I such a joke to you? Fuck you. The way I fuck I would break you…” she mimics and now I am outright laughing. “I’m sure you’re that good which is why you sleep alone!”
“First of all, I’m not laughing at you, Amal. It’s just that one of us has to be the adult here.”
“You’re infuriating! Where are my shoes?” she asks, then remembers she took them off in the living room and takes two steps toward the door. “You can just take me back. I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need to be the butt of your joke!”
“Yeah, well, you’re not going back tonight.”
“Fuck you, I am. Then maybe after you dump me you can go back to the party and pick up some other woman who can handle the way you fuck. Dummy.”
“Dummy?” I really am trying not to laugh but feel my lips quirking.
She lets out a sound of utter frustration. “Fuck you.” She stalks to the door.
“Fuck’s sake.” I block her exit and close the door, pushing a button on the pad beside it to lock it.
She tries to pull at the doorhandle. “Are you serious? You don’t want me but you’re locking me in? What the hell?”
“I never said I didn’t want you, Amal,” I admit. That makes her pause if only momentarily. “But I do need you to hear me.”
“I don’t want to hear you. Just let me out of here and I’ll find my own way back.”
“Not likely, sweetheart.”
“Stop laughing at me!” she says, slapping her hands against my chest I guess in an effort to shove me. I don’t budge. Instead, I take her arms and give her a little shake.
“I’m not laughing at you and you’re not a joke to me. You’re quite serious, actually and what you’re doing? It’s not the way to go about anything. Not to mention it’s fucking dangerous.”
“No, the danger is what happens to me once I’m finished with school. Hell, maybe before. Maybe even when you take me back to Cassian. You know what will be expected of me. You know exactly!” Accusation sharpens her words.
I grit my teeth, draw in a tight breath. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. What’s it going to take for you to believe me?”
“It’s not up to you, Jet. It’s not even up to me.
You think I don’t know what’s coming for me?
Allegra bought me time, but what do you think Cassian will do when school’s finished and all those men Malek fucked who have waited long enough will want payback.
That payback being a piece of me? You think he’s going to put his family at risk to protect the daughter of the man who terrorized and—” her voice breaks, tears threatening.
She pushes through though, forces herself to say the words I know haunt her.
“The daughter of the man who mutilated his wife.”
“He’s not like that.”
“He’s a mafia boss. He’s exactly like that and if you don’t believe that then I think you’re the one being na?ve. Let me out. Just let me go. I don’t want to get in the way of your very clear loyalty to him.”
She tries to break free, but I don’t let her. “I’m not letting you go.”
She shakes her head. “What do you think he thinks every time he holds his wife’s hand?
Who do you think he sees every time he looks at me?
I’m not stupid, Jet. And I don’t even care about myself.
I just need a little time to fix things for Daniel.
To save him at least. Then I’ll do what I need to do to pay back Malek’s debt. Whatever. I don’t even care.”
“Well, I care.”
That makes her stop. Kindness always does, doesn’t it? It’s more dangerous than cruelty when it comes to tears.
Her lower lip trembles and I soften my hold as those tears finally spill. I tug her close and hold her tight, one hand at the back of her head, the other at her lower back. Even as she pushes against me, her body at once yielding and fighting me, I hold tight. I won’t let go.
She finally gives in and presses her forehead into my chest.
“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, but this isn’t the way.”
“If I’m not a virgin anymore, maybe he can’t… maybe they won’t want me.”
“They wouldn’t care. You’re being na?ve if you think otherwise.”
She leans into me and I get the feeling she’s been holding up the world for herself and her brother all these years. And she’s tired. She’s fucking exhausted.
“Look at me.”
She shakes her head, tears she’s desperately trying to stop drenching my shirt.
“Look at me,” I say again, tugging her chin up. “Hear me once and for all. I am not going to let that happen to you. I won’t allow Cassian or anyone to give you away or hurt you. Ever.”
“You can’t stop it, Jet,” she says helplessly. “You can’t.”
“The hell I can’t. I’d marry you myself before I let that happen. Before I allow any man to lay a fucking finger on you.”