Page 30 of Captured By Fate

"You know," he murmurs into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, "You can't run from me forever."

His words hang heavy in the air - a poignant blend of threat and promise. Yet even as fear creeps up my spine, a part of me rejoices at his touch - after all, beneath his rough exterior lies a man who stirs feelings in me I don’t understand.

His fingers trace along my arm and I can't help but tremble at what inevitably is to come.

18

JACKSON

Iglare at her, wanting to make sure she understands that I’m in control of this situation. She’s not going anywhere.

And after this morning’s incident, I’m going to get what I deserve even if she says no. My hands run along her shoulders and I can feel her shaking. Whether it’s fear or anticipation I can’t tell.

And I don’t care.

I grab her arms and toss her back onto the bed. My fingers grip the neck of the shirt she has on - one of mine - and I tear it off.

“Jackson! No!”

I grin. “You don’t get to dictate what happens anymore, Kelley. Especially after the way you left me before.”

She has no pants on, just thin, lace underwear. I tear those off too. Then, I pin her arms over her head using one of mine and begin to stroke her intimately.

She moans even as she fights me.

“Stop! Jackson!”

The rougher I am, the wetter she gets. My fingers plunge inside of her and she arches and cries out at the same time.

“You’re going to come for me, and then I’m going to take what I want from you,” I hiss in her ear.

The world outside the room fades away as her pleading cries drown in the waves of reluctant arousal. I grin down at her, my own rush of power and dominance surging through me with each hitched breath she takes.

"Jackson, please," she whimpers, but even as she protests, her hips betray her, pushing against my hand. Her eyelashes flutter closed and her soft mouth falls open in a gasp, the taste of submission mingling with fear in the air between us.

Faster and faster, I work my fingers inside her, manipulating her core in rhythm with her ragged breaths. My other hand trails down to cup her breast, squeezing just hard enough to draw a gasp from between her parted lips.

She turns her head to the side, and I can see it in her eyes - the spark of wild desire that flickers beneath the fear. She wants this as much as I do, even if she won't admit it.

The smell of sex hangs heavy in the room as I hiss again into her ear, "You're so close Kelley. Don't you dare hold back."

Her body tenses at my words and then convulses as ecstasy crashes over her. She screams my name as her orgasm washes over her. I hold her steady as I force her body to yield to my intrusive fingers.

As she slowly comes down from her high, I grin wickedly at her. “This is where you left me last time, remember?”

“Fuck you,” she hisses, trying desperately to pull free from my grasp.

I laugh, tightening my grip.

"And yet, that's exactly what you want, isn't it?" I tease, voice thick with the anticipation churning inside me. A low growl escapes my lips and I lean down to capture her mouth with mine in a bruising kiss filled with pent-up frustration and raw desire.

The world outside is forgotten, drowned in the intoxicating taste of her lips and the feel of her beneath me. I move my now-free hand down to unbutton my own pants, my breath hitching as she bites down on my bottom lip in an attempt to distract me.

"Nice try," I sneer against her mouth before nipping at her lower lip. Then, I pull away, preparing myself to claim what is rightfully mine - her complete surrender.

A burning glance is all that's exchanged between us before I thrust into her heat with a roughness that leaves us both gasping for air. Her body stiffens beneath mine at the intrusion but then slowly relaxes while adjusting to my size.

Her back arches off the bed as she claws at my back, a delicious combination of pain and pleasure coursing through me. Each thrust of mine is met by a matching push from her hips, our bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.

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