Page 74 of The Masks She Wore

?He was beautiful.

?His eyes fell down my body slowly and roved back up. When they met mine again, they were unforgiving to a point that I would have flinched if I could have.

?His grip tightened around my throat, sending sparks of warning ringing through my brain.

?He was going to suffocate me.

?I dropped my phone and wrapped my hands around each of his wrists, pulling on them as the tears spilled over. Why was I being punished? Some guy had been afterme. I shouldn’t be in trouble rightnow.

?“I appreciate how much effort you put into yourself,” he said, uncaring of the way my nails dug into his skin, “but I can’t have others looking at my property.”

?My eyes rolled back as my thighs clenched together, the high still running through my system. I was safe from death but not from Jack, and I loved that.

?I needed him. I needed him desperately. Preferably before I passed out, but if he wanted me after that was fine too.

?But all too soon, he stepped away from me, removing his hand from my face, the other staying around my throat.

?I inhaled sharply, coughing painfully against his grip. “The man?” I asked hoarsely.

?He leaned in until his hot breath grazed the shell of my ear. “I gutted him,” he stated.

?Fear dripped down my spine, my panties so wet, I feared stepping away from the shipping container. I bit my lip, sliding my hands over my thighs, a shiver falling across my skin, my pussy throbbing.Fuck. I needed him. I needed him inside of me. I needed to feel his cock throbbing in my cunt, hear his desperate moans. I needed him so badly it hurt.

?He leaned back just enough to meet my eyes, my lips parting, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. “What have you taken?”

?My body melted into the container, eyes falling to his lips, watching the way they moved, remembering how they had felt against my skin. “Six joints, Molly,” I practically moaned.

?He angled his head. “Alcohol.”

?“Eight shots.”

?He seemed to be considering my answers, making a tally, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside of me.

?Jack suddenly leaned in, my heart stuttering, only for him to stop less than an inch from my lips.

?I groaned, trying to move closer, his hand pinning me to the container.

?“Get to the bike, Princess,” he mumbled, pulling a whimper from my lips. “Now.”

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Jack

November 8th, 2019

Her fingers dug into my shirt, and I could feel her grinding her hips against the bike as I sped through the city.

?She was in heat, and I was planning on fucking her like she never would be again.

?Her hand slid down my stomach and over my cock. She stroked it once, pushing up against me.

?I snarled, grabbing her hand and placing it back on my chest. She didn’t want me fucking her on the street right now. I’d leave her bloody and used and in far more pain than she had been a few days ago.

?Still, the rage simmered under my skin. I should have given that man far more than I did. I should have spent more time questioning him before slicing him apart from his throat to his balls. He had known my name. He had found Rae on purpose, but at the moment, I had far more on my mind right now than somegrunthunting my girl.

?I hadn’t planned on being away from her that long. I wanted to fuck her after Malachi had left that day. Drug her up enough not to feel the pain in her back, erase what that fucking dick had done to her, but the panic she allowed to control her wasn’t good for her mind. Drugging her was the only option.

?After a day and a half, Malachi concluded that she hadn’t been getting enough rest, which I could understand with her nightmares. That’s when I got the call.

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