Chapter Sixteen
While Jasper speaks on the phone, it feels as if the room shrinks until there’s barely any space left to breathe. Marvin is coming over. I’m going to be face to face with the man who wishes me dead.
It’s been a few days since my encounter with him, and he hasn’t reached out to Jasper to smooth things over or explain his side of the story.
It was peculiar, the eerie silence, which only heightens my fear.
Jasper had wanted to storm over and demand an explanation, but given my fragile state of mind, he refrained from seeking revenge on my behalf immediately.
Taking care of me was priority number one.
Until now. I feel slightly better, and I couldn’t take it any longer witnessing him pacing like a caged animal, the rage eating at him.
All I could do was release the shackles.
The moment Jasper hangs up, Marvin’s voice no longer echoing in my ears, my knees buckle, and I collapse in his hold. The fright paralyzes me. He pulls me against his chest, gently stroking my hair.
“It’s going to be alright, Darling. He won’t lay his hands on you ever again. I promise. I am so sorry you had to endure that.”
I hear the guilt in his voice, the underlying fury at himself for not being there to protect me.
“None of it is your fault, my love,” I whisper.
“I never should have lost sight of you, Starling.”
“Please, don’t let the guilt rot inside of you, Jasper. I don’t blame you, not in the slightest bit, I hope you know that. I never should have been so stubborn and willing to challenge you.”
He plants a soft kiss on my head, then takes my hands in his, threading his fingers into mine. He lifts my scarred knuckles to his lips and kisses them.
“I enjoy your bratty side, though,” he says, a smirk on his face, but his eyes betray the inner turmoil.
“I’m glad you do,” I smile back.
I want to soothe him, ease his mind. I lift my hips and straddle him. It’s a cheap distraction, I’m aware of that, but we both need it to keep our minds from drifting to what’s about to come in a few hours.
His eyes darken as I slowly grind against him, dry humping him, as I test the waters to see if he’s up for it.
Jasper’s hands travel along my thighs to the front of my stomach.
Keeping my gaze, he daftly unbuttons and zips open my black jeans.
He peels the fabric down my hips until it cannot go any further.
In one swift movement, he hoists me up, yanks down my pants, and I step out of them.
“Back on my lap, Starling,” he growls.
I immediately retake my position. The thin fabric of my lace thong offers little protection as I roll my hips, meeting his bulge. The rough fabric creates a delicious friction, and I push myself against him, as my breath hitches. He grabs the nape of my neck, holding me in place.
“That’s it, Darling. Chase that pleasure.”
I let out a small whine and reach to release his straining dick.
“You want to grind on my cock, love?” he muses.
With his one hand still firmly on my neck, he opens his pants and pulls them down together with his boxer. His penis springs free, the tip of it glistening with precum, and I lick my lips at the sight of it.
He pulls aside my thong, exposing my drenched core, and pushes me onto his hard member.
I feel his cock slide between my folds, his slippery, firm gland pressing against my clitoris.
The friction makes my mind go blank, as I start to roll my hips eagerly, seeking my release.
Jasper smirks at me knowingly, but I don’t care. With him, I can be myself.
“You’re an absolute Goddess, you know that, Starling?” He stares at me, mesmerized, as I moan his name, my hair whipping in his face, as I speed up my movement.
“That’s it, good girl. I want to hear you scream for me, Darling.”
Heat begins to build and spread through my body; my flesh warms, and a tingling sensation crawls through it.
My toes curl as I sense my release is near.
I grasp the fabric of his shirt as I begin to convulse.
His name spills from my lips with a shaky breath, as I continue to rub myself against his slick cock.
As my breath normalizes, I meet his hungry, dark gaze with half-lidded eyes.
He picks me up and impales me with one forceful thrust.
“Jasper!!” I moan loudly.
“That’s right, cry out my name,” he says with a raspy voice.
He bucks his hips, burying his shaft to the hilt, as he pins me down, and my throbbing cunt sucks him in, clamping down on his girth.
All I can do is take what he offers me, as he slams into me relentlessly.
He needs to blow off some steam, and my body willingly opens up for him.
My breasts bounce with each impact, and I pinch one of my nipples between my index finger and thumb.
I pull the pink bud taut and let out a muted gasp.
Jasper’s eyes dart to my fingers, and he gives a firm slap against my tit.
Then he leans in and sucks on my nipple, replacing the burning sting with ecstasy.
I fist his hair, and he grazes my sensitive flesh with his teeth. I feel the sharp pain as his teeth torture my skin, biting me. He releases my breast, and his tongue flicks out, caressing me. I pull his hair harder, and he growls. “Careful, Starling.”
Spurred on by the constant pull of pain and pleasure, I meet his mouth and bury my teeth in his lower lip. Another growl, and I taste the coppery taste of his blood.
He flips me on my back and pushes my legs up so he can penetrate me even deeper. The sensation is overwhelming as he keeps going. He kisses me frantically, smearing his blood all over my face, and I revel in it.
“Play with yourself, Darling. I want to see you come undone for me, coming all over my cock.”
His words push my desire to the brink, and the desperate slut I am for him, my fingers go to work immediately, and I fervently begin to rub between my legs. My body trembles as the orgasm slams through me.
“Eyes on me, love,” he orders, and my eyes snap to his, as I cry out his name, my favorite prayer. “That’s it. Fuck, Starling, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he grunts, as the sopping sound of his cock entering my pussy surrounds us.
He gives a few more thrusts, as I spasm underneath him, and with a loud groan, he shoots his hot load deep inside me.
Lazily, he continues to thrust until his cock softens inside me.
I wrap my legs around him, and he places his arms beside me, caging me in.
His forehead has small beads of sweat, and I beg him for a kiss.
Never one to deny me, his lips meet mine in a bruising ordeal, and I sigh contentedly as his tongue sweeps over the roof of my mouth.
The calm of our post-fucking lingers slightly, but the unease slowly returns as I glance at the clock. Following my gaze, Jasper grips my chin and turns my head to his.
“Don’t do this to yourself, my love. One wrong glance your way, and I’ll break his neck. I can promise you that.”
Strangely enough, the threatening words have a sobering effect on me because I know he will make good on his promise.
It’s his oath to me, to cherish and protect me, and if that means snapping a bone or worse, he wouldn’t bat an eye.
Jasper will never allow anyone to lay a finger on me or make me uncomfortable in their presence.
If someone manages to do so without him nearby and he finds out, that person is done for.
The monster nestled inside him could never forgive anyone who harms me.
My throat tightens as if an invisible noose is knotted around it when the doorbell rings. I straighten my spine and sit upright, my eyes glued to the door. Jasper notices my change in demeanor.
“Would you rather I speak to him alone, Darling? There’s no shame if you want me to.”
“No… No, I need to hear what he has to say for himself.” I fidget with my sleeve, but Jasper pretends not to notice, giving me the space I need.
He crosses the room toward the door, his steps sure yet haunted, his eyes returning to me as if he expects my resolve to fracture at any moment. He waits for hesitation, for a plea, for any sign I might call him back, or me telling him I want to leave. I give him none.
Jasper opens the door, knowing I will not surrender to this man, to the trauma he inflicted on me. He stands there, stoic. Marvin doesn’t even glance my way, his eyes resting on Jasper instead, as if I am not present, a specter that lingers, not worth paying attention to.
It’s as if he’s waiting for an order or a command from Jasper. Perhaps even a thank you. Jasper doesn’t return the same grace, his hand flying to the collar of Marvin’s coat, and he drags him inside, slamming the door shut.
Surprised, Marvin allows Jasper to yank him into our living room, and my chest tightens.
It doesn’t feel right to have this man in our space.
I shift uneasily on my feet, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by my monster.
With his eyes, he asks me if I’m alright, a silent conversation based on understanding, and I nod slightly.
Roughly, he shoves Marvin onto the sofa, the place where we just shared our intimate moment before his arrival.
The man tidies his collar and looks up at Jasper, still ignoring me.
He’s like a brainwashed child begging their parent for affection.
Part of me aches for him, for the desperation that oozes from him. It’s palpable, but Jasper doesn’t care.
He grabs Marvin by the throat and squeezes, as Jasper's fingers dig into his flesh, Marvin’s skin turns a deep red.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer truthfully, understood?”
Marvin tries to answer, which is good enough for Jasper, who lets him. He immediately begins to cough.
“First question. Did you harm Clara?”
It’s straight to the point. Marvin’s eyes dart from Jasper to me, then widen as if he’s just noticed me.
I see the panic wash over him, and for some reason, seeing him crumble makes me feel more secure.
I won’t allow him to see me falter in his presence.
I straighten my spine and meet his gaze head-on.
I refuse to let him see my fear, the effect he has on me, or the weakness he has created.
“You might as well be honest, I already told him everything,” I snarl.
Hearing my voice snaps him back to reality, and the shift from panic to hatred happens gradually, but Jasper sees it too.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” he asks angrily.
“I don’t know what she’s talking about, Sir.”
Sir, back to that again.
“Yes, you do!” I shout.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I don’t understand what I did wrong. I found the misses in the woods, and I guided her to my cabin so she could call you and return to you safely. Was I wrong for doing that?”
His words are like a red flag in front of a bull, and I want to charge at him. Jasper stays surprisingly calm.
“Marvin… I’m going to ask you one more time. And… careful now. If you lie to me, and I learn you touched what’s mine, I will skin you alive and make you gut yourself. So… one more time. Did you hurt Clara?”
A pause. A sob. The motherfucker is crying. Crocodile tears. I snort at the pathetic display.
“Not intentionally, sir. I’m so sorry.”
He breaks down in tears, and I can tell Jasper is taken aback by this display, from the grown man he has known for years.