Page 54 of Mine, Forever

“Who are you?” I suddenly asked her viciously.

She struggled to get free, her fingers picking at mine in the hope I would release her.

“She helped get you free,” York said, coming to the woman’s aid. I pulled my hand free still not liking the slut at all. Hunching over, she coughed and tried to get some air into her lungs.

“Stay the fuck away from Jett.”

I turned to him seeing an amused look on his face and allowing him to escort me inside. He stopped walking once we got into the foyer of his apartment.

“Just spit it out,” I said, finally over the mood change.

“How did Cole get to you?”

“I went for a walk, and they caught me while I was out.”

“Yeah, I saw your note.”

“So you already knew,” I replied, putting my hands on my hips.

“I don’t think you understand,” he said. “When you chose me, you chose all aspects of my life whether you like it or not.”

“I want more.”

He closed the distance between us pulling my hair back hard, so I looked directly into his eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I may call myself your partner, but I’m not. Am I? Not entirely. I want to be your equal in every way.”

He regarded me for a moment, testing me for weakness but when I gave none, he sighed. “Okay.” Turning away from me, I saw his shoulders sag in relief, but he didn’t look at me.

“That’s it?” I asked him, confused.

“You know I don’t easily trust. I’m cold and evil. When it comes to you, though, fuck Ebony, I am so fucking distracted. I would go to any length to make sure you are okay. If you want in… fully in, then I’ll teach you, but you can’t fucking take off again. You can never leave me.”

I put my hand on his shoulder after hearing the weakness in his tone when he asked me never to leave. He quickly turned, pulling me upward, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our lips met in a hard, passionate kiss that stole my breath. I felt his anger, and it fit mine like a glove. He walked me to the dining table. Laying me down, he made quick work of ripping my underwear from my body before removing his belt and pants. His cock popped free, red, veiny, and angry. He pushed into me in one stroke until I felt him hit my cervix. He groaned as he completely filled me, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. Jett began pounding into me, my hips lifting off the table to meet his thrusts. Pleasure rolled over me as his cock continued to punish me for leaving him and for putting him through what I did.

Jett’s thrusting became harder, more insistent, and painful, but I didn’t pull away. I welcomed the pain. My orgasm was building, the pressure in my pussy hardening. Waves had begun to turn over causing my toes to curl on their own . I tried to grab onto something—anything—to keep from sliding up and down, but there was nothing to hold onto on the table. My back arched as the first one hit, my pussy squeezing his cock. He grunted his approval as he rode out my orgasm before pumping hard into me again. I was so sensitive, it had begun to take over again, and the pressure built quicker this time. My clit was pulsing so erratically, I thought it may explode. Again, I tried to grab onto something, my arms smacking about the hard table top. Jett’s fingers laced with mine and held me tight as he pushed me into my second, more explosive orgasm.

“Look at me,” his voice was so gravelly I almost didn’t understand what he said. I turned my head to lock eyes with his realizing why he wanted me to look. His eyes were dark, intense, and I knew he was mine. Once and for all, this man was mine, and nothing would stop that. The connection did things to my body, and the pressure built again as he maneuvered inside of me so I was thrumming. My entire body was on fire, for his, for mine, and the familiar tension built again.

Surely, not a third orgasm in such a short amount of time, but I was mistaken, my body was a live wire for Jett’s. There was nothing to stop the scream that built in me as he began to pound harder and harder. The thumping of my ass and his thighs were hurting. I knew it was going to bruise, but damn, it had the orgasm building even faster. Jett’s breathing changed, and his eyes began to wince as I saw him cum inside of me. I never thought so much could come out of a man at one time. When he finished, he hunched over me, spent. I wrapped my arms around his back holding him there.

Mine.

Chapter Eight

JETT

Erin sat across from me. Her immaculate suit told me she didn’t belong in this part of town. If I hadn’t known what she was capable of, I’d have shot her already. But as it was, I owed her for getting Ebony to me, so I waited for her to tell me why she was here.

“I want you to help me like you helped Joe.”

Luckily, Ebony wasn’t here. I’d arranged for her to meet with her father. One of the connections I had was able to get him out of solitary and into a room where she could see the man she was becoming like.

Anything for my Queen.

Then again, if she were here, Erin wouldn’t be asking for my help. No doubt about it. I knew the bitch had a thing for me, probably always had a thing for bad boys. Was I interested? Fuck no. Ebony was enough to keep me on my toes. Another bitch would only complicate matters, no matter what my past history was with women. I had turned into a monogamous bastard for Ebony.

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