Page 120 of Failure to Match

“Get on your back.”

I rolled over as gracefully as one could with trembling muscles, my knees melting inward at the sight of Jackson towering over me.

The fact that I was fully naked while he was still fully dressed added an extra layer of vulnerability I enjoyed way too much.

“Do well behaving fucktoys close their legs before they’re done being used, Jamie?” He turned on my studded purple vibrator; turned it off again.

A threat.

This was officially out of control. I was so out of my depth. It was overwhelming, and scary, and oh so thrilling.

“Spread your thighs,” he commanded. “Show me what a good little slut you are, how badly you need to be fucked again.”

My pulse kicked. So insanely out of my depth.

Still, I listened, splaying my thighs open for him, watching his eyes go dark and his throat work with a rough swallow.

“Do you have any fucking idea how pretty you look with my cum spilling out of you like this, sweet girl?” The vibrator clicked on again and he stepped closer. “The sins I would commit if I could have a full year of this?”

And what if the year ended up not being enough? What if I wanted a lifetime? What then?

“I’m not going to marry you.” Out of all the times I’d said the words, that one sounded the least convincing. My voice was shaky, uneven, full of air.

“You sure about that?” His palm curved over my right knee, forcing it wider before he nudged at my entrance with the vibrator. I moaned. He grinned. “I’ve got three weeks to convince you to sign the contract. By the time our thirty days are up you might be begging for another twelve months of my cock.”

“And then what? How many people do I get on my list?”

He frowned. “I’m not following.”

“You said you’d encourage your wife to get her needs met elsewhere, right?”

So many of his facial muscles ticked in such quick succession that I had to bite back a laugh.

“Well?” I teased. “How many more men are allowed to tie me up and?—”

My mouth fell open when he pushed the vibrator in, but no sound came out. My eyelids fluttered, my fingers curled, and if Jackson hadn’t pushed onto the bed and positioned himself between my thighs, my legs would have snapped closed.

“Say that again.”

“Holy shit.”

“Say it again.”

I blinked his scowl into focus, my chest heaving. He’d twisted the vibrator so that the protruding clit stimulator couldn’t do its job. Asshole.

“I bet one of them would let me come,” I panted. “Maybe if I make use of that business card and called my soulma?—”

His lips crushed mine, shutting me the hell up. He punished me with his tongue, bit me, and pressed the vibrator deeper. I moaned into his mouth, my hips wiggling. When he broke the kiss, his icy-blue eyes narrowed down at me. “For the last time, you’re not for him. And just so we’re crystal-fucking-clear on this, you won’t be fucking anyone else with my ring on your finger.”

His hand had started to move, slowly pulling the studded vibrator out, pushing it back in. I was going to lose my fucking mind.

“No one,” he said. “No one but me.”

I whimpered, my back arching slightly. He was going too slow. I needed more.

“You’d be mine, Jamie.” He twisted the toy, edging the stimulator just a little closer to my clit. “You’d only ever come for me—becauseof me.”

Another little twist and I choked out a broken cry. He was so close. I just needed him to turn it one more time.

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