Page 26 of Because You're Mine

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tears filled Allie’s eyes and she swiped at them before they could fall. She dropped her hand again. It fell on the latch for the patio door. She stared at it and then out into the darkening, rain-filled sky. She slipped off her sandals. Then, without glancing back at Jay, she threw the door open and ran full-tilt into the pounding rain. She heard his surprised shout, followed by a vicious swear. She knew it was only the element of surprise and her head start that gave her any chance whatsoever of escaping him for a few precious seconds. Then she heard him shout an order that froze the blood in her veins.

“Hold your fire, it’s Allison heading for the docks. Don’t fucking shoot!”

She decided not to stop running. Jay would keep her safe, he wouldn’t let his men or anyone else hurt her. The only person determined to hurt her, to keep her chained up and suffocated was the man pounding down the steps behind her. He would catch her. There was only one way her wild flight through the rain was going to end. But for just a few seconds she wanted to feel free, she wanted to smell the rain hitting the ocean.

Her bare feet flew across the slick, wet wood as she headed past Jay’s Predator yacht toward the end of the dock. She stretched her arms out and dove forward toward the open water and the beckoning waves within. Strong arms wrapped a around her middle and jerked her roughly back just as her feet left the dock. Her hands latched onto his tattooed arms, where he’d rolled his cuffs up earlier. She didn’t bother struggling. It was too late for that and he was too close to the edge of his patience. He held her tightly, both of them breathing heavily as rain battered against them and thunder crashed in sympathy with Allie’s chaotic emotions.

Without speaking, he hauled her up the deck. Instead of taking her back up to the house, where she thought he was headed, he jerked her up onto the yacht, ignoring her angry cry when she tripped on the stairs. He dragged her through the lounge and into a bedroom with a large bed. He whirled her around and pushed her backwards onto the bed where she landed with a startled gasp. She rolled away from him, toward the centre of the bed and watched him warily. Her wet clothes dripped water all over the beautiful bedding.

“Very nice,” Allie said, breathless and angry. She waved her arm around the cabin. “Another status object to show off your incredible wealth.”

Jay stared down at her, his nostrils flaring in anger and lust at the sight of her soaking wet on the bed. Her pink shirt was transparent and stuck to her black bra. Her stiff nipples were clearly outlined beneath the fabric. She struggled to remain kneeling as the boat rocked in the storm. “Stop talking,” he growled.

“Why?” she asked, moving up the bed until she was sitting against the top of the bed with her knees curled under her. “You don’t want to talk about how rich you are? Or about how much I don’t care? Because in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve lived very frugally my entire life. Even having married a fairly wealthy man in his own right, I never spent his money.”

“I noticed,” Jay growled, his eyes practically glowing in fury at the mention of her ex-husband.

Jay began unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest to her. She couldn’t help but watch eagerly for her name to appear over his hard pectoral muscle. She itched to trace the faded lines with her fingertips, then run them down the ridges of his stomach muscles and lower. She loved his body, loved what it could do to her. Until Jay, she hadn’t known the degrees of passion her body was capable of reaching. But she couldn’t give herself to the man determined to subjugate her and take away her freedom forever.

“Are you… are you going to punish me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

She forced herself to meet his eyes. He looked down at her, his gaze implacable, and deliberately removed his collared shirt and placed it neatly over a chair. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, taking his time, as though building suspense and fear in her mind. Allie watched the tattoos on his fingers, mesmerized, as he pulled the belt from the loops of his suit pants. He doubled the belt in his hands, holding the metal wrapped in his palm and snapped the leather against his thigh. Allie jumped, her eyes wide.

He dropped the belt onto the chair and unsnapped his pants, smiling grimly. “Sex will never be punishment, Allie.”

“It… it’s not?” she asked faintly as he unzipped himself and stepped toward the bed. “Because when you’re mad like this, it feels like I’m about to get beaten.”

“No, love,” he said, pushing both pants and briefs down his lean, powerful thighs and kicking them off. He kneeled naked on the bed and reached for her, placing a hand deliberately on her thigh and halting her backward crawl away from him. “How can something like this be punishment between us? It’s not possible. Your punishment will come later, when I’m unable to trust you or allow you to leave the property.”

He pulled her relentlessly toward him and swiftly maneuvered her until she was facing away from him. She tried to lunge away from him, but he caught her by the waist and hauled her back against him. He pulled her arms behind her back and trapped them by anchoring his arm through hers and holding them against his stomach. He took her jaw in his hand and tilted her head back until her wet hair streamed between their bodies. He pressed a kiss against the softness of her jaw, trailing his lips down her neck.

“Sex won’t solve what’s wrong with us, Jay,” Allie gasped, wiggling against him, trying not to feel all tingly at the way his cock was pressing firmly against the thin fabric covering her ass. “I don’t want this!”

“Tough, Allie,” Jay growled, his fingers digging into her jaw. The arm holding her arms behind her back tightened. He titled her head further back and whispered in her ear. “We’ve been through this. I will never stop fucking you. Every bit of you, always.”

He was breathing heavily through his nose, as though stopping himself from savagely throwing her on the bed, tearing her clothes off and following through on his declaration. He rocked against her, thrusting his cock against her ass. He licked her ear and then nipped the delicate skin underneath. Rain pounded relentlessly against the ocean while waves slapped the outside of the yacht.

“In fact, I think it’s time I took all of you, baby,” he said darkly, pressing her hips back into his erection and holding her there, leaving no doubt as to what he meant.

Heat flooded through Allie and she felt like she couldn’t catch her breath. “Oh god… Jay! I don’t think…” she gasped.

He brought his hands up to the straps of her delicate shirt and tore. Allie’s flesh bounced against his hands as he shredded the fabric from her body, followed swiftly by her bra, revealing taut, brown nipples. He squeezed her breasts in his hands, teasing them ruthlessly with his skilled fingers. Allie squirmed and gasped in his hold, tossing her head back into his shoulder and arching her breasts into his hold. His touch was rough as he rolled her straining nipples, sending cascades of pleasure skittering down her spine. She could feel the edge of darkness that lingered and threatened to overwhelm them both. He was still angry. She wasn’t certain he wouldn’t punish her this way, despite his words. But she trusted Jay not to hurt her.

Jay spoke in her ear of all the dirty things he planned on doing to her, all the secret places he wanted to touch with his fingers, tongue and cock. How he wanted to brand her until she wouldn’t dare to run from him again. Allie writhed in his arms, under his brutal touch, begging him to stop and then pleading with him to keep going. She had no idea her breasts could be so sensitive. Finally, he let her go and Allie immediately tried to crawl away from the exquisite torture he was inflicting on her. He used her forward momentum to tear her leggings and panties from her body.

Allie screamed in frustration, reaching for the shredded fabric, desperately trying to keep herself covered. Jay was much stronger and she was completely stripped within seconds. Allie tried to pull a blanket over herself and glared up at him. “How is this not punishment!” she shouted up at him.

“Because you’re going to love it,” he said, tearing the blanket away from her and flipping her onto her stomach. When she tried to crawl off the bed he brought his hand down on her ass hard, making her jump and cry out.

“Jay!” she screamed at him.

Finally angry, he pulled her up into the cradle of his arms and shook her, then held her tightly, both of them breathing heavily, Allie from exertion and Jay from arousal. “Stop, Allie. I will make this good for you if it kills us both. But if you don’t stop fighting I’ll have to tie you down. Not like Kelowna, but really tie you down, spread out and ready for my use. Is that what you want?”

She thought about it for all of a second and then shook her head and whispered, “No.”

“Then stop fighting me every step of the way, I’m not going to hurt you more than necessary.”

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