Chapter 12
Her eyes go wide as she searches mine, and I make myself hold still, letting her see the truth.
I’ve loved her from the moment she came knocking at my door to return my stolen knife, all those months ago, and the feeling only grows each day.
Before Jade, I wasn’t sure I was capable of loving someone like this.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy women. The way they feel, taste, and smell. The way they looked when I had them coming over and over all night. Let’s not forget the feel of their lips wrapped around my cock or riding me.
Women are amazing, and they have had no issue using me to help themselves climb the social ladder, something I didn’t give a shit about.
I’ve always been good at charming people.
Rick says it’s my pretty eyes and bad-boy reputation.
I’d like to say it’s my killer personality, or one of them, at least.
Why not enjoy it—enjoy them? It was fun.
Until it wasn’t.
Attention is something we’re all used to, but not something we always enjoy.
I’d say I do more than most of us, but even I’m not always excited to have girls hanging off of me all night.
Some of them couldn’t take the hint that I didn’t want more, like Jake’s sister, Amanda.
Who had sent her father after me to try to get me to marry her.
Marriage wasn’t something I thought would be for me, ever, especially not with someone like Amanda.
She was nice enough in bed, but that was about it.
Her personality was dry at best, and I need fun, chaos, and blood.
Considering she can’t even eat a cupcake because it might smear her lipstick, I didn’t see that working out.
But everything’s different with Jade.
Marriage is something I’m not sure is right for our situation, but if she ever wanted it, we’d find a way.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her, and I mean anything.
With Jade, I can be who I am, not just a part of me.
I don’t have to worry that my violent streak will scare her or that I might accidentally show up home with blood on me and freak her out.
No, Jade is everything I could ever want in a partner and more, all the things I never dared dream of.
Jade was made for me, and I love her. It’s just that simple.
She continues to gape at me, and I can’t help but chuckle. Jade isn’t usually someone you can shock, but that sure did it.
“I love you, and I don’t want to be where you aren’t. Next time, take me with you. I’d rather die in your arms than wake up and have you be gone,” I admit, hearing her sharp intake of breath, but I’m not done.
Leaning forward, I press my forehead to hers, rubbing my nose against hers gently, and her eyes soften.
“But there won’t be a next time, Jade. There can’t be.
So help me God, I’ll put a tracker in your ass if it means keeping you here, with me.
And it won’t be in the fun, kinky way, either,” I tell her seriously when she pulls back, looking at me in confusion.
Yeah, I probably could have worded that better, but whatever.
Her confusion melts away as she leans back into me, a devilish smirk on her lips that excites me in every way possible.
“Aww, so no butt stuff?” she asks, and I know she’s teasing, or at least I’m pretty sure she is. Either way, her words do nothing to help my already painfully hard cock.
“Jade,” I groan aloud, long and low, and I feel her laugh in my arms. She’s like a fucking siren, calling out to me, and she’s more than aware of her effect on me.
“I’m serious. Don’t try to distract me. You do enough of that just being here.”
“I know you are, and I think we can make a deal,” she says, dropping soft open-mouth kisses on my neck, slowly trailing up toward my ear.
“I promise no more disappearing acts.”
With each word, her lips travel higher, and I struggle to pay attention.
“But,” she draws out the word, her voice low and alluring, keeping me on edge as she nibbles at my ear, and I think I might combust before she can tell me the deal.
“You have to tell me about the pinkie,” she whispers the words into my ear, and there’s nothing sexy about them, but here I am, ready to rip through my clothes like the fucking Hulk, desperate to have her.
Reaching up, I pull her face back to look at her. Blood smears from my hands onto her beautiful skin, and that’s the final straw.
“I’ll tell you all about them, show you the whole damn collection. But not right now.”
For a second, I think she’s going to argue with me. After all, Jade runs the show. I’m just here to do her bidding. But I can’t wait another second.
I run my fingers down her face, painting her red with the blood of the unworthy, and I can’t think of a more beautiful sight.
Reaching down, she grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head before letting it drop to the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, and I take a moment to enjoy the shameless display of her body.
Jade reaches out, capturing my wrist and guiding my hand to her chest. I push my bloody fingers into the soft flesh of her right breast with a groan before she trails my fingers higher to wrap around her throat.
I lied earlier. This is better.
So much better.
She releases her hold on my wrist, and I let her drop in front of me.
The second she’s out of my arms, I want to snatch her back up, needing her near.
Instead, I tug off my shirt before quickly reaching down to undo my belt and slide my jeans off.
Standing in only my boxers, I move to the sink on the wall. It’s old and dingy, but it’ll do.
As much as I want to fuck her right now, I don’t trust this fuck to be clean. Painting Jade in his blood is fine, but she’s mine, and nobody but me and my brothers gets to have more of her.
I wash my hands as fast as possible, worried Jade will vanish again. When I finally look up, I freeze, captivated by the sight of her slowly pushing her dark red panties down her legs to pool around her ankles before she steps out of them.
Fuck it, the boxers can stay for now.
Everything else can wait.
I lunge forward, gripping her thighs and lifting her back into my arms swiftly.
Her legs wrap around me, her ankles locking behind me before she slides herself up my body.
Rubbing her pussy along my aching cock that’s trapped, with only a thin piece of fabric between us, and I almost cum right here.
I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since I met Jade. Nobody was worth looking at in comparison, and my bleeding heart clearly wasn’t the only thing that missed her.
A quick bite of pain hits my chest, and while it should probably stop me from coming like a teenager, it doesn’t.
If anything, it pushes me closer to the edge.
The last of my restraint slips away when I look down and find a blade in Jade’s hand.
There’s no stopping it now. I watch as the blood drips down my chest. The pain mixes with excitement, and I cum right here with her pressed against me.
I know she feels it. In the same way, I felt her wetness through the thin material.
The warmth of her pussy is calling out for me to bury my cock deep inside her.
Now I’m almost glad I didn’t. It would have been over too quickly, and after so long without her.
I want this to last longer than those three pitiful minutes I just did, most of which were spent washing my hands.
Pleasure shoots through me as I grip her hips with bruising force, grinding into her as my orgasm rocks through me.
Jade’s deep chuckle breaks through my euphoria as I shudder. The smile on her face is dark, deranged, and fucking perfect as I look up at her. And maybe Spencer was onto something with his nickname. Right now, she looks every bit the demon he calls her.
She pulls the blade down, cutting a line down my chest. It’s not deep, but blood seeps out, dripping down my chest. I get the feeling that’s the point as she reaches forward, running her fingers through it, smearing it into our skin.
I can’t look away as she brings her hand up between us, running her fingers down my face, marking me.
“Now we match,” she says before popping her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them a moment before trailing them down her chin, marking herself as well.
My workbench sits just behind her, full of weapons and other things I need; it just so happens to be perfect for what I have in mind.
Pushing my beloved tools to the side, I let her ass drop into the now-empty space.
Jade falls back, her back arching as I lean over her, my blood falling onto her chest and dripping down her stomach.
I was made to worship her.
Falling to my knees, I do just that.
Jade doesn’t hesitate the way she did the first time we were together. Instead, she drapes her legs over my shoulders, pressing her heels into my back and pulling me closer.
I don’t need to be told twice.
With the first swipe of my tongue, I’m in heaven, pressing my face into her so she can feel the vibration as I groan at the taste of her.
I’ve missed her sweet pussy. Her legs close around my head, pinning me there, but that’s okay; this is exactly where I want to be.
Besides, they’ll be jelly in a minute, anyway.
I slide two fingers into her effortlessly. She’s so fucking wet, but I think it’s more than just that. Turning my head into her thigh, I bite down hard. She lets out a sweet little cry of surprise, and I pull back enough that I can talk.
“Which of my brothers got you first, Doll?” I ask, hoping I’m right.
I can’t bear to even consider what it might mean if I’m wrong.
Jade pushes up on her elbows to look down at me, where I remain between her legs. She smiles, but it’s not the warm one I’m used to. No, this is Froggie. Her ‘take no shit and handle business’ side that cuts men twice her size down in the blink of an eye.
This is my queen.