Page 15 of Pawn

It twitches.

Not now.

Those angry eyes mixing with the bite of her lip doesn’t make this easier. We both know where this leads.

With our pants down. With Jo screaming my name.

If I’m a monster, she’s one too.

“Since you’re quiet I’ll lay down the rules. You go to the police, you’re the only one getting locked up and fucked. Not me. You think they’ll believe a girl from The Grove over the CEO of King Financial? Not a fucking chance.” It’s hard not to chuckle when she squirms under my hold, trying to move her chin away like she really wants to get away from me.

She’s a fighter but she’s no match for my strength.

“Fuck you,” she spits. “You’re nothing but trouble, Damien.”

My grip tightens, the red in her smooth, sandy cheeks growing deeper.

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy when you’re the same. You helped me throw Marion off that roof. You came back for me.” Parting her legs with my knee, I can feel the warmth of her pussy against my slacks and it only makes me want her more. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me when you’re always there, Medusa. We’ve been saving each other since the day we met.”

“That’s why we’re better apart.” Her words lose their bite, a tremble in her voice. “We’re a mess together.”

“You’re a mess. My mess. I wouldn’t be in this situation if we hadn’t gone looking for your sister. So here’s how it’s gonna go. You’re doing what I say so I can get us out of this.” Reaching into my jacket, I pull out the same cuffs Baldy had around my wrist. Letting go of Jo’s throat, I let a finger trail down her arm, catching the shiver and goosebumps she gets when I do. It makes me want to use these cuffs for more than what I have planned.

“Don’t upset me, Jo.” I bring my mouth to her ear, so she can hear every word. “You’re mine. Remember saying that? Or do I have to remind you?”

“Not anymore,” she says. “I need space, Damien.”

“You have all the space you need.” When I move my lips an inch from hers, she inches that bit closer so I can close the distance. With that little space between us, it’s like I’m teasing myself, holding myself back from my most favourite treat. So I give in, distracting her some more with my lips on her mouth, her tongue over mine. I sink my teeth into her skin until I hear the little whimper.

When I pull her hands in front of her, creating a small gap between us, I get her where I want her.

Click!

“Wh—” Her eyes spring open when she finally feels the cold metal on her skinny little wrists. She looks down between us, eyebrows high. “What the fuck is this?”

If we have to do this the hard way, we will.

Jo jiggles her wrists, pushing her skin against the metal. Taking her body, I swivel us around until she’s against the wall, pinned against my hard body.

“Take them off,” she demands, her voice shaky as my finger trails along her warm hands, grazing her soft skin.

“You’re gonna tire yourself out struggling. Believe me, I tried,” I warn. “This isn’t some flimsy shit from the sex shop.”

“Why are you doing this?” Her eyes flick up to mine and it makes the room around us disappear. Catching her gaze is like looking into the golden sun. It’s deadly but you can’t look away. “Let me go!”

Never.

Taking Allie’s scarf from my pocket, I wrap it around her hands, covering the handcuffs before I take a step back. “If you want out, you know where to go. I’m the only one with the key so unless you want to run around Eden with your hands in cuffs, you’re stuck with me, Medusa.”

It’s taking everything for me to not pull those pants down and stick my cock where it belongs. Right inside her. That’s where everything’s okay. Where I know she’s mine. When I’m done with her, she’ll know I’m still the only one in this town who has her back.

With one last kiss, soft and gentle on her lips, I show her I mean no harm but I’m standing by my words. “You’re mine, Jo. We’re in this together.” Reaching into her jacket, I finally take my wallet back, she’s had it since the motel.

When I start walking towards the door, Jo calls to me. “Wait! You can’t leave me like this!”

A smirk seals her fate, and I’m surprised that I’m able to leave the chapel still dressed.

Alright, so cuffs are an unconventional way to get a girl to listen to you, but it’s a way I know will work. On my walk to the lounge, a nurse catches my eye with a smile. It’s got nothing on Jo’s. I’m counting the seconds until I see her face again, while I get comfortable on one of the sofas in the lounge. Glancing at the clock, it’s been five minutes. With my elbows on my knees, I say the numbers in my head.

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