Page 21 of Fractured

Smack.

His hand lands on my heated ass, hurtling me into full blown bliss. My pussy clenches on his fingers as he pistons them in and out. By the time I come down, I find it hard to breathe with the way I’m laying over the narrow counter. Jasper lifts me up and wraps his arms around my waist. It’s a good thing too, because my legs are numb from blood circulation being cut off with the way the counter was cutting into me.

“Deep breaths, Little Bird. I’ve got you,” he soothes, guiding my head to lay on his shoulder. As he runs his hand over my hair, I can make out Vander pacing back and forth. He’s muttering curses under his breath and it brings a smug smile to my face.

Jasper’s hard cock strains to escape his pants, but he doesn’t make a move to release it. His focus is on making sure I’m cared for after his punishment. He rocks us back and forth in a movement I’d normally find tedious and repetitive. In his arms though, I find it relaxing. Once my feet regain their feeling, I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing him as tight as I can.

Nothing like the adrenaline drop after a punishment to bring about emotions in an emotionally dead woman. I don’t like it. Not one little bit.

I try to distract myself from this mushy feeling by grinding myself on his erection. Two hip rotations. That’s all I get in before Jasper puts an end to it. His arm around my waist becomes a constricting band, holding my hips hostage. His other hand slides up my neck to cup my cheek. “Shh, Little Bird. Calm those flapping wings, I won’t let you fly away from this. I’ve got you. Just settle down for me, you’ll find it’s all going to be okay.”

The hazy subspace I’m in doesn’t allow me to argue with him. Instead, I lean into his touch, meeting his lips in a slow kiss. His thumb swipes back and forth in a calming movement. Fuck him for thinking I need it… I melt into him, going against everything my mind tells me.

As we kiss, he moves us back to the wall we were using before. Which also means Vander is within view once more. Jasper moves on from my lips, leaving kisses over my cheeks, forehead, chin, and neck. Smothering me in an emotion I don’t care to dissect. I just want to ignore the suffocating feeling it’s giving me.

My gaze focuses on Vander. He’s paused his pacing and takes me in, checking for injuries with gritted teeth. Half of me is happy he didn’t try to interfere, the other half is angry. If he is so concerned with the need to check for injuries, then he should have ensured none occurred. “He’s torn, Little Bird. We’ll break him down eventually,” Jasper whispers in my ear.

I pull back from him, needing to study his face. It sounds suspiciously like he’s not only willing to share me with someone else but is actually encouraging it. Who the fuck is this man, and what’s wrong with him?

He gives me a knowing smirk. “No single man can handle such a wild bird. And I’m in the business of giving my woman exactly what she needs.” Oh lovely. Now he thinks I need all the dick I can handle. Actually… that doesn’t sound bad. Maybe he’s on to something.

Closing the space between us, he resumes kissing along my neck, pausing right over the mark Grayson left on me. I stiffen, wondering if he can taste the makeup I used to cover it up, followed by the question of how he could even know it’s there. He couldn’t. Right?

Without moving his lips from the place I’m already marked, he says, “Make no mistake, you’ll still be mine. Even if I do recognize you can belong to someone else at the same time. Just don’t hide anything from me. I’ll be territorial and protective to the end. Anyone who dares touch you without us communicating about it beforehand will die. Don’t test me on this, Little Bird.”

Shifting mere millimeters above the hidden mark, Jasper nips my neck, pinching the skin between his teeth. Then he latches on, sucking and flicking the spot with his tongue. He’s adding his own mark, claiming me as his. If I’m not careful, I’ll have a whole collection soon.

My breath catches and I moan out his name. The mere sound of his name on my tongue severs his self-control, and I make a mental note of it. Letting out a grunt, he bites my neck before using one hand to frantically open his pants. As he makes headway setting his cock free, our lips crash together again. The kiss is heated, all-consuming, demanding. It’s his turn to join the pleasure, and he wants me to know it.

I whimper when my cunt is treated to the heat of his cock sliding up against it. My wetness allows him to slip right along my clit, sending sparks of need right to my core. We grind against each other, trying to send the other even further out of control. This is no longer a mutual desire, it’s a fucking need. A visceral need for us to mate like wild animals.

He presses me even harder into the wall, trying to gain the upper hand. To resume his spot as the dominant one instead of being on an equal level. I give him what he needs, and follow his lead on what he wants, becoming more pliant.

“Condom,” I manage to command through my haze of lust. I want his cock inside me right now. I need to feel it thrusting in and out, bringing me to that sweet point where I can finally gain a sense of living if only for a moment.

“Nuh-uh,” he growls out immediately in response. “Nothing is ever coming between my cock and your starving pussy. If you want it, you’re taking it bare.”

This fucking man is infuriating. The sudden rush of annoyance burns off the remaining hold of my earlier haze. “A bit presumptuous, don’t you think?” I snap. His response inspires defiance, and I slam my hands against his chest, trying to create some space between us. Much to my dismay, he doesn’t move an inch. So much for all the training Vander’s been giving me.

Jasper’s hand snaps to my neck. He squeezes, staring me down. I expect him to give me some kind of comeback, but he remains silent, allowing his body to do the talking. His cock lines up with my opening, and without thought, I tilt my hips to give him better access. His head tilts. And with the simple movement, I know what he’s thinking.

Just as I thought.

He slides into me slowly, and as I feel the delicious stretch I need, my eyes go wide and my nails sink into his shoulders. I tighten my legs around him, not wanting to give him any room to pull back now that he’s filling me. When he bottoms out, he pauses and uses small shifts in his hips to give me shallow thrusts. His pelvic bone rubs against my clit, and I try to be patient while I wait for him to fuck me.

But it’s hard.

Just like his dick.

That should be sending me into oblivion…

I let out a frustrated whine, and the mother fucker smirks at me. It suddenly dawns on me that he’s demonstrating another punishment, I’m just not sure what it’s for. His subtle movements are nothing but a tease, sending the heat within me to higher levels and catapulting my nerves into a frenzy that I have no experience in controlling.

This man does things to me that I can’t explain. And we don’t even know each other. Not really. There’s just this intense connection guiding us together.

“Don’t pretend to care about something that doesn’t really matter to you. Not with me,” he chastises. “I know you’re not used to leaving that mask off, but you’ll have to get used to it.”

I knew it. He’s punishing me. My bottom lip pouts, but I nod my head. He’s right. I hate condoms. I could have just asked if he was clean. That’s what I truly care about. I’m simply used to taking the easy way out. Because after that comes the whole birth control conversation. Such a mood killer.

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