Page 59 of Love Me Knot

My room would be too obvious, as would his. I take the chance anyway and slip through his door to reach the terrace stairs. If I’m going to hide out, I may as well have a decent view.

I push through the glass doors but don’t even get a toe on the first step. The lights blink on as I’m grabbed from behind and swung around to face the monster in the black-and-silver mask. “Found you.”

His hand lifts to wrap around my throat but doesn’t squeeze.

“Excuse me, but I think I found_” My words are cut off when Jackson shoves me against the wall.

Jackson attacks, removing his mask and tossing it away before brutally claiming my lips. I’m here for it, giving as good as I’m getting, though Jackson makes it clear I’m not in control. I’m a butterfly caught in a hurricane.

I reach for the sexy man holding me captive, and he releases my throat to trap my hands above my head. Jackson leans back, breathing heavily. Violent possession burns in his stare. My sudden urge to submit scares me a little, and I begin to struggle.

Jackson tightens his grip in response. “Oh, no you don’t. You had your chance to run. Now you’re going to take everything I give you like a good girl.”

Jackson spins me around, pressing my face against the fragrant vines creeping up the bricks. He slowly unzips my dress and slides it from my shoulders. The gown puddles at my feet, and I’m left in a strapless bra and thong.

A firm hand grips my ass, pulling my hips backward while the other continues to hold me in place. When he’s positioned me just so, Jackson releases my bra clasp, and the fancy lingerie falls to the floor beneath me. Jackson’s hands leave me then, and I wait several seconds before turning to see where he’s gone.

“Face the wall, Chelsea. You’ve tortured me all night. I feel like returning the favor.”

I don’t bother defending myself because Jackson’s right. Yes, I was only doing my job, but I knew he was suffering. And I enjoyed every second of it. I’m not the type to play with people like that, but it felt good to be desired.

A rustle of fabric precedes Jackson’s jacket and shirt landing next to my dress. His hot breath feathers over my spine soon after, but I don’t feel his touch. Only when Jackson hits the floor behind me do I feel his hands again.

Jackson slowly glides his fingers up my thighs to grip the waistband of my thong. He drags it down my legs just as slowly, tapping my feet for me to step out of the fabric.

My heart is pounding now. Jackson is eye-level and intimately close to all my worst parts. If anything, the man should be staring at my tits. At least those are decent. I shift as if to turn around, but Jackson stops me cold with one word. “Don’t.”

“Jackson, can_”

“There are only two words I want to hear from your pretty mouth: yes and sir.”

He can’t see it, but I roll my eyes. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

The laughter that comes from Jackson is only slightly less threatening than his following whisper. “Keep pushing me. I dare you.”

I button my lip and then feel a wet kiss on my right ass cheek. “Mmm. That’s a good girl.”

That good girl shit does things to me I don’t understand. I don’t get the chance to analyze too deeply before Jackson nudges my legs apart, and his tongue is on my clit. I grasp a fistful of vines, not caring if I damage the plant.

Jackson tortures me thoroughly, switching between fast flicks and languid strokes. Pretty soon, I’m pushing against the wall, riding his face.

My legs weaken the closer I get to climax. I come with a shout and collapse to my knees, exhausted. “You’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

The SEAL stands, forcing me to my feet. His tie is draped around his neck, which he uses to bind my hands to the spiral stair banister. Jackson steps back, his sinful gaze roving over my naked body.

There’s nowhere to hide. Jackson is seeing every extra pound and dimple, but the blistering heat in his eyes doesn’t lessen. My breasts feel heavy, and the fire he ignited in my core is scorching to the point that I forget about my flaws. Meanwhile, I’m lusting over him just as hard, wishing his undone belt and pants would hit the floor as my dress did.

Instead of stripping as I wish, Jackson stalks forward and lifts me by my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. The decorative handrail digs into my back, but just like with the ivy, I don’t care.

Jackson’s full lips latch onto a nipple, teasing and biting until I’m a whimpering mess. “Jackson, please.”

His graveled chuckle vibrates the sensitive peak in his mouth. “Not until I’m good and ready.”

The other nipple is subjected to the same torment until I can take no more. I clasp my ankles together and squeeze, twisting to regain control. Jackson laughs and pinches my calves until I let go. “Hmm. It seems you have too much of an advantage here. Time to move.”

He lowers me to the floor, and Jackson releases the tie from the metal handrail. He doesn’t, however, release my wrists from the binds. He marches me up the stairs and forces me to lie back on the double lounger, resecuring my hands on the decorative finial at the top. Though bound, I can move and no longer have to fight gravity over exhaustion.

Jackson towers over me, finally pulling his belt from his slacks. He hits his knees between my legs, dragging the thick leather strap over my drenched slit. I clench my eyes shut and arch my back to escape the contact with my clit, still sensitive from the orgasm Jackson wrung out of me.

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