Page 115 of Failure to Match

His pale eyes thinned, his lips rolling back unhappily.Thatexpression I recognized right away. War was being declared.

My heart bounced. I bit back a smile.

“Did last night help take the edge off for you, Jamie?”

“It would have if you’d stuck to your word,” I retorted. “All that talk about holding me down and fucking me hard, filling me with your cum… so disappointing.”

I was playing with fire, and I knew it.

“Disappointing,” Jackson repeated dangerously. His mouth ticked up, eyes knife-sharp. “Isthathow you’d describe last night?”

If I lied and said yes, there’d be consequences.

“Yes.”

His palms trailed fire up my thighs, fingers hooking under the waistband of my jeans. A tremor ripped up my spine.

“And what happens when I fuck you as hard as you want, and you realize once isn’t enough?” He thumbed the button of my jeans, igniting a swarm of sparks in my core. “What then?”

“Then we’ll do it a second time.” The lust would have to fade eventually.

But when I reached for the top button of his shirt, he grabbed my wrists.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

My vagina practically melted. I pushed to my feet.

“Strip” was his next command.

My fingers fumbled their shaky way through buttons, zippers, and sleeves, until I was standing next to a puddle of fabric, wearing nothing but my underwear.

“All of it,” Jackson commanded when I hesitated.

My stomach tightened as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then, with a shaky breath, I slowly peeled off my panties.

I swear if this didn’t end with him pinning my body to the bed and shoving into me, I was going to lose my goddamn mind. I’d never wanted someone this badly before, and I needed it to stop. I needed my muscles to not quiver when his eyes moved over my body like that. I needed my heart to not skip and dance for him, and my gut to not purr every time he walked into a room.

“So beautiful.” He unbuckled his belt, dark gaze glued to my breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jamie. I can’t fucking handle it.”

And I couldn’t fucking handle him looking at me like that. My knees were going to melt.

“Calling me beautiful counts as affection,” I breathed. “Don’t do it again.”

His jaw twitched, his throat working as he bit back the argument. “Back on my lap.” The command was molten and rough. He ripped his belt free and twisted it over his large hands. “Wrists behind you.”

I did as I was told, placing a knee on either side of his muscular thighs before clasping my hands behind my back. The leather belt was looped and secured around my wrists with effortless ease and efficiency. “You really would make the perfect little fucktoy, wouldn’t you?”

My lungs emptied, and I was pretty sure he could see my pulse hopping out of my neck. It got worse when he hooked a finger under my dainty gold necklace and used it to pull me forward. Like a collar. He licked at my bottom lip. Nipped it with his teeth. Kissed it.

Fire teased my core, my skin, my everything.

“Pull your pants down,” I said. We were wasting too much time. I needed him to be fucking me like I needed air.

Jackson tutted at me like I’d misbehaved. “Is that how good little fucktoys speak to their owners, Jamie?”

That one... that one did something to my brain. Itched another deep, hidden scratch that had been dormant and unrealized until that very second. Goosebumps raced across my skin. I shivered.

He tugged on my chain again and grazed his lips over mine. “I asked you a question.”

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