Page 256 of The Tempted

“It was perfect. You are perfect,” I insisted, leaning my forehead against hers. “I’m fucked Reina, in more ways than one. I’m a madman who rides on the wrong side of the tracks. I’m a thrill seeker and a disaster. I’m a man who lives as a prisoner to his own mind but when I’m good, when my head works, I’m a loyal son of a bitch. I’ve done a lot of shit, hurt a lot of people. I’m warning you, I’ll probably hurt you, may have already, but I’m a selfish motherfucker because even knowing all these things, it doesn’t stop me from wanting you. I should tell you to get on with your life. I should spare you of everything I am and everything I will inflict on you but I won’t do that,” I declared.

“What was it you told me the first time you came to my apartment?” she asked, leaning back a little so she could look at me.

“What’d I say?” I queried, diverting my eyes to the way she arched against me.

“You said, that my…” she leaned closer, wrapping her arms around my neck as she lifted her hips off of my lap and rocked them against me deliberately, her mouth moving to my ear as she whispered the rest of my words. “…pussy only gets wet for straight lace dicks.”

Her fingers found the hem of my t-shirt and she worked it over my abs.

“You were wrong,” she hissed. “Lift your arms.”

I did as she told, eager to see where she was going with this and watched as she pulled my shirt over my head before chucking it over her shoulder and wrapping her arms around me. She leaned into me, eyes serious as she kissed me gently.

“I know what you are. I’ve seen what you stand for and have encountered the madness that inebriates you, and still I want you,” she rasped.

“Gonna hold you to that, Sunshine. Gonna make you remember those words even after the ugly,” I swore, my hands sliding down her petite frame to her ass and squeezing her cheeks. “Got a lot of ugly you don’t know about yet,” I confessed. “But I will give it all to you. I’ll give you the ugly but I’ll give you a ton of good too, you just gotta remember those words. You need to remember you want me despite the ugly.”

“That’s easy,” she declared, pulling her shirt over her head and letting it join mine before she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. “Showed you my ugly, and you still wanted me, pretty sure I can reciprocate.”

I glanced down at her hip, pressing my fingers into the puckered flesh before lifting my eyes to her.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Reina. Not a damn ugly thing about you,” I growled. “Don’t you forget that,” I ordered, flipping her onto the bed, I leaned over her and undid the button of her jeans, pulling them down her legs.

I watched as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shimmied the lace down her legs, kicking them off, exposing herself to me.

“You’re beautiful, Jack Parrish, broken and beautiful and I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” she said, as she crooked her finger beckoning me toward her. “You make a broken girl like me feel beautiful.”

I kneeled onto the bed, nudged her legs apart and crawled between them.

“So fucking beautiful, Sunshine,” I hissed, while she pushed my sweats down my legs, reaching into my boxer briefs and wrapping her fingers around my cock.

“Remember when I said you were mine?”

“I remember,” she said, licking her lips. “Asked for you to be mine too and you gave me your cut.” Her voice dripped with annoyance.

“You still want me to be yours?” I asked, fisting her hair as I slid the head of my cock against the entrance of her wet pussy.

“Don’t toy with me Jack, don’t make me say the words and you hand me your leathers again,” she warned, arching her hips, grinding herself against my cock.

“Hand you my soul, Sunshine, would that be enough?” I asked, releasing her hair and cupping her chin in my hand. “Give you everything I am, everything I got, you be my old lady.”

I thrusted into her heat and her pussy instantly clenched around my cock making it hard for me to move in and out of her. It was a game, a power trip, a test to see who would win.

“Your old lady?” she gasped as I grunted, slipping out of her.

“Means you’re mine,” I hissed, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, grazing my teeth over the nub. “Means you’re Property of Parrish in the eyes of the club—saying you’re my old lady is as good as a gold band on your finger,” I whispered, pushing back inside of her, filling her to the hilt and chuckling when her body went perfectly still. “Not proposing, Reina. Just not demanding you’re mine and asking instead, so, what do you say? You gonna be my old lady?”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind me.

“So you’re asking me to be your girlfriend?” she questioned, reaching between us and grabbing my balls.

“Christ,” I hissed. “Haven’t asked someone to be my girlfriend since I was fucking thirteen,” I grunted. She raised an eyebrow in question, dropping her hand from my balls and squeezing my cock with her pussy. “Yeah, Sunshine, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”

Her hold on me loosened, and I moved, rotating my hips, sliding in and out of her leisurely. She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes, into the soul of a madman but in that moment neither of us seemed broken or damaged. I wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t scarred. We were just Jack and Reina, two lost souls who found relief in one another.

But I would always be Jack ‘Bulldog’ Parrish, a man at the mercy of his maker. My maker, my mind, will always taunt me.

“It’s all going to come crashing down,” my maker whispered.

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