Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
Madelyn
I've accepted I can not run from him. I'm trapped, captured by the criminal. But in the process, I fell in love. Now, I can never leave, even if offered the freedom.
Jackson fills the void I've been drowning in. Because of him, I am safely on stable ground. At least mentally. Physical safety will happen soon enough as soon as his brother is dead.
I have to believe that.
Jackson lets out nothing short of a growl and leans in. His lips touch mine, hungry. All his reprieve vanished and has been replaced by pure need. I kiss him back, my lips trembling.
Jackson pauses. “You’re shaking.” His fingers trace my mouth. “Why?”
My fingers lace through his. “I....need...you.”
He nods. “Do you think I don't feel the same?” Suddenly, he drops my hands to lift me around his waist. His hard cock presses against my ass, the feeling of it sends a shock to my pussy. I grab him by the back of the neck as he moves us both to the front of Oliver’s vehicle.
Jackson wastes no time; his hands finding the buttons of my pants. I moan as my legs are released, exposing my black panties. The hood, still warm from the car’s engine, provides a bit of comfort from the cold air.
He pushes my back into the hood. “Madelyn,” he says, voice silky. “Little fire, you are fucking perfection.”
My heart races at his words. He means every bit of it. He wraps a finger around the fabric of my panties and rips them off.
“Hmm, so fucking wet for me. I want you to. Your body. Your cunt. You orgasming around my cock.” He doesn't even pull down his pants. Instead, just unzips and pulls out his erect cock. “You need to understand something, little fire.” His cock slaps against my clit and I cry out.
“I would kill for you.” He pushes himself between my legs and hovers on top of me, cock teasing my opening. “Every fucking time.”
I wrap my arms around him, grabbing his ass. All this talk is special, and I will cherish it. But right now, my pussy aches. It begs to feel his warmth. I attempt to pull him closer, almost succeeding.
Jackson growls again. “Such a needy little slut, aren't you?”
Another ache pulls through my veins. “Yes,” I whisper.
Jackson smiles. “Here I am giving you my heart, and all you want is my cock.”
“Talk later,” I say. Now that I have come to terms with my new reality, I want nothing more than to enjoy it, unbiased. “Please?”
“I do like it when you beg.” He pushes the head of his cock in, and I about come undone. “Thank you,” I moan. “Thank you for your cock.”
Jackson thrusts all the way in. Fuck. “I know you said you wanted the monster to fuck you. Is that still want you want?” His eyes find mine. For once they are unreadable.
I consider his question. Do I? All he’s given me is his inner beast. Although his roughness is an experience never to be compared, I really want to see the other side of Jackson. The one that painted me.
I shake my head and smile. “I changed my mind. Show me the Jackson that painted me on the wall.”
“You saw that?” His eyes go wide.
“Yes, it was beautiful,” I murmur. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up. For a second I think he might pull out of me, but instead he goes deeper. “That was when I realized I hate I love you too.”
His cock fills my pussy completely. So much so that the width of him stretches me.
“Jackson,” is all I can think to say. My heart hammers at his admission.
He feels the same. Relief floods my mind.
No more second-guessing or worrying. The statement may be unconventional, but so is our relationship.
We will eliminate the hate part of it in time.
I wrap my legs around him, crossing my ankles together at his lower back.
His hands go to my face, caressing my cheeks.
He moves at a slow pace, his cock hitting my gspot.
I gasp at how quickly my pleasure is building.
It engulfs me from my toes to the top of my head.
A delicious warmth that my body has come to crave from Jackson.
My pussy throbs from Jackson's much calmer pace.
He leans down and gives me a quick peck on the lips before moving down to my neck. There, his teeth nibble on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His thrusts pick up slightly. “You're mine, Madelyn.”
Oh god. A hand goes to the closest breast and squeezes.
“Mine to fuck.” His cock pushes against my core and stays there. “Mine to use.”
I cry out, my body so close to the edge. “What.. what happened to sweet Jackson?” I gasp, not really caring at the moment where the fuck he went.
Jackson thrusts again, hitting my g-spot. “Mine to love.”
I'm over the edge. Gone into a wave of pleasure. “Jackson, oh God,” I moan. “That’s right, little fire. Cum for me again, hmm?” My legs shake, but he doesn't stop. “What are you? Say it.”
My body takes it all. His pounding. His demands, and I love every single second of it. There's no going back to a life without Jackson in it. I give up the notion. “I am yours,” I whisper. “Yours, Jackson.”
He moans, giving into his own release. Bending down, he nods and kisses my lips. “Always mine.”