24. Chapter 24 #2
She stared at JP, who smiled back menacingly. “I will not complain about your sweet ass being this tight when I fuck it. But for your comfort, I suggest you relax, as you told chèr Dimitri last time.”
Her head fell back to the bed, refusing to acknowledge him as he resumed eating her out.
He licked her slowly, moaning to himself with each slow stroke of his tongue.
The pleasure built, but Jackie could tell JP wasn't concerned with her pleasure.
He pressed his mouth too firmly to Jackie's skin.
He kept his focus on her entrance, lapping up all her secretions before they could escape him.
He only moved to her clit when he'd had his fill and was ready to move on.
He made quick work of giving her an orgasm—Jackie's consolation prize.
He stood, licking his lips and pressed the head of his cock into Jackie’s entrance. She pressed her hands into his legs, stopping him. “You need to put on a condom.”
“Do you want chère Talia back, or not?”
“I want you to wear a condom,” Jackie seethed.
“We do this my way, or you get nothing,” JP said gently, as if he were being generous.
Jackie turned to look at Dimitri, hoping for him to back her up or something. She found him in JP’s vanity chair, staring hard out the window. She turned back to JP, fighting tears. “Please put on a condom,” she insisted weakly.
“No,” he said simply, before pushing into her fully.
He groaned at the raw feel of her. Jackie squeezed her eyes closed again.
Tears fell no matter how hard she tried to keep them back.
She tried to control her breathing to keep from sniffling, but it was no use.
She inhaled shakily, trying to steel herself.
“You are so beautiful when you cry,” JP said.
Jackie didn’t need to open her eyes to hear the smile on his lips.
She turned her face toward the mattress, willing her body away from him. His hand came down hard on her cheek before gripping her chin to turn her face back toward him. Jackie stared at him wide-eyed.
“You will look at me while I fuck you,” he hissed.
Jackie was too shocked to retort, though her eyes glanced back toward Dimitri.
He was watching now. The look on his face told Jackie he was calculating all the different ways he could end JP’s existence.
She turned back to JP before he could bring his hand down on her face again, tears continuing to fall silently.
“Your pussy is delicious, ma beaute, but that’s not what we’re here for, is it?” JP asked, finally pulling out with a satisfied sigh. He slapped her ass hard and gave her a shove. “On your hands and knees.”
Jackie steeled herself, trying to relax her body. Her hands shook as she climbed higher on the bed and lay her head on the mattress with her ass in the air.
JP climbed up behind her and pressed himself into her ass. Jackie pulled forward away from him. “Aren’t you going to use lube?”
“You’re wet enough.”
“If you’re not going to use a condom, at least use some lube,” she begged. “It’ll feel better for both of us.”
“I will do as I please,” he replied, shoving himself back into her pussy to wet himself again. He spat, hitting his target perfectly before pulling out of her pussy and pushing into her ass.
Jackie couldn’t help the half-groan, half-moan that erupted from her. JP claimed she was wet enough, but it would have felt better if he’d actually used some lubricant.
He groaned, settling his pelvis against her ass cheeks for a moment before pulling back and thrusting again. “I do wish I could see the sweet agony on your face, ma beaute.”
He thrust hard and fast, losing himself in the tight sensation around his cock and Jackie’s pained moans. To Jackie’s relief, the pace JP set meant he finished swiftly. He groaned ceremoniously, pressing his pelvis back into her ass cheeks as he emptied himself into her.
Jackie held tight, the sheets fisted in both her hands.
She waited for him to pull out—to release her from the nightmare.
Finally, he released her hips and stepped back off the bed.
He circled to the front of the bed, grabbed Jackie by the hair and pulled her up to look at her.
He smiled as he examined her tear-streaked, makeup-stained face.
His other hand gripped her chin, and he pulled her forward to kiss her hard; his tongue still tasted of her, and she’d never been more disgusted by it.
“Dimitri is a very lucky man,” he said when he finally pulled away, releasing Jackie’s hair but not her chin. “My bed is always open if you ever tire of him.”
“Where is Talia?” she gritted out. He released her and turned toward Dimitri, stretching lazily.
“Search for Anderson Holding and Shipping.”
“That name hasn’t come up in any of our searches,” Dimitri stated, his brow furrowed so deeply that Jackie wasn’t sure it would ever go back to normal.
“It wouldn’t.” JP shrugged. “An affiliate of an affiliate of my bosses.”
“You were supposed to give us a location,” Jackie said weakly, shimmying to the edge of the bed.
“I did.” He shrugged again. “If you find Anderson Holding and Shipping, you find chere Talia.”
“If?” Dimitri questioned.
“When,” JP corrected himself, though the grin on his face made both Jackie and Dimitri wonder if he was lying to them.
Jackie pulled her skirt up and secured it before reaching for her cardigan. She wrapped it tightly around herself as if it would protect her from what had just happened. “Let’s go,” she said as she walked toward the door.
She didn’t look back as she went. She didn’t see Dimitri stand and walk toward JP.
“Would you like your ass filled as well?” JP asked, the hauntingly vicious smile never leaving his face.
Dimitri grabbed him by the throat and walked him toward the window. He held JP up just enough that he had to stand on his tiptoes.
“The next time you see us, you’ll be counting down to your last breaths,” Dimitri seethed. “I am going to cut off your hands for hitting her. And you’re going to die, choking on your own cock for what you just did to her.”
“Once I get my cut of Talia’s sale, you’ll never see me again,” JP wheezed, clawing at Dimitri’s hand.
The furrow in Dimitri’s brow disappeared as it was his turn to smile sinisterly. “Run.” He nodded. “Make it more fun for me.”
He released the man onto the floor and turned on his heel. Jackie was waiting by the door, still gripping her cardigan like it was armour. Her eyes were distant. If she’d heard his threat, she didn’t show it.