Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Madelyn
Tension rises between us as the moments pass.
Jackson’s nostrils flare at the same pace he’s drumming his fingers.
Which is to say…too fast for my comfort.
The air is almost unbreathable as my hand slides along the door handle.
Sweat beads across my forehead as I force myself to stick to my already-made decision.
There is no doubt, Jackson will fuck me if I run. He will take me any way he wants, and there will be nothing I can do to stop him. My belly flutters at the same time an ache moves toward my center. Good girl be damned. The past be damned.
Jackson’s eyes darken as I inch closer to the door. I burst it open and throw the blanket right at Jackson’s face. I can’t have that holding me down, even though it is my last barrier against him.
“You’ve got ten seconds,” he calls with a hint of amusement in his voice.
I don’t look back, though, to catch his face.
Finding my rhythm among the trees is my focus now.
He would expect me to go toward the lake, as it appears to be the easiest route to take.
So, I go the opposite. Weeding through the trees and forest growth, I go off the trail that leads further into the mountains.
Probably not the smartest decision, I know, but I want to show him and myself that I am not a weakling.
The overgrowth pulls at my skin, leaving small cuts along my thighs.
I can feel his presence now. Watching. Strategizing.
A shiver goes down my spine as I glance back to find he has stripped all his clothes off.
My eyes narrow and I gasp at the sight. He’s running, dick hard, muscles flexing and straining. Fuck.
My body keeps moving until I spot a large, smooth rock at the edge of a ravine.
I stop at the edge, considering what it would take to go down, as the ravine seems to go on forever.
Several feet below there’s a small creek that joins a river.
Taking a chance, I crouch and begin my descent.
Pebbles fall beside me as Jackson meets the ravine’s edge.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice his hand trying to snatch me, but I keep on going.
With lungs burning, I make it a few feet down to another smooth rock poking out from the side of the earth.
More dirt slides down, bringing Jackson with it.
He swings into the rock, landing face to face with me.
His chest has marks all over it, and the wound above his collarbone has started bleeding again.
Dirt runs along the side of his face all the way to his feet.
I make a run for it only to be grabbed from behind.
With his hard cock against my lower back, he says, “Caught you, little fire.” He breathes into my ear, sending jolts down my body. “You’re mine now.”
I gasp, knowing this was always going to be my reality.
Still, it’s one thing to imagine Jackson being this close.
It’s another to actually feel his hold. Strong arms wrap around my waist, which causes whatever space there was between us to disappear.
My heart flutters at his warmth. My brain is screaming that I am a fool.
Before I can react or even form a reply to his declaration, Jackson pulls us both down to the cold rock surface.
He lands on top of me, pinning my arms to my sides.
I wiggle under his hold just enough that he pauses under my gaze. “Please,” I beg, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
A wolfish grin appears on his face. “Please, what?” He strokes along my ribcage, sending a pulsing need through me.
Fuck me rough. Make me forget. My chest rises and falls in beat with my racing heart. I will not say it. This whole thing is ludicrous. And yet my pussy aches to feel him. What is wrong with me? He’s a murderer. My body should not be betraying me like this. I shake my head and clamp my mouth shut.
He smiles even bigger then. “I know how to make that mouth of yours make noise since you are determined not to on your own.”
In one quick motion, my body slides across the rock, only to stop at the edge of the drop-off.
Jackson still towers over me, pinning my arms, while creeping my head over the edge.
I scream and struggle against his weight, but it holds very little bearing to Jackson.
Blood rushes to my head, and I force myself to breathe slowly.
This could be it. One wrong move and I’ll die.
Everything around me is upside down. But instead of shoving me the rest of the way off, I feel his hands let go of my arms to grip my waist. “Your arms stay exactly where I put them.”
“Yes,” I mumble, barely getting the word out. It takes everything in me not to grab him so that I can put my head back on solid ground.
“That’s it…,” he praises, stopping short of completing the phrase.
I close my eyes at the exact moment his legs spread mine apart.
A low hum escapes his lips. “So wet. Such a little whore for me.” His fingers rub against my clit, sending pleasure through my body.
I squirm away from his touch, not because I don’t enjoy it, but mainly because it’s already getting too much.
I don’t want to cum for him this soon and give him the satisfaction of knowing he has this much of an effect on me.
“Stay,” he growls while placing one hand on the top of each thigh. His grip tightens. “You’re allowed to scream. Not move,” he warns just before his mouth takes my clit.