Page 65 of Two Chambered Heart

Corey’s eyes tracked back up to Jason’s. He was still watching her, and it seemed like there was determination on his face, the snarky smile from earlier gone with the harsh set of his jaw.

Jason let himself go, using his strength to push Payton farther back on the bed. Jason climbed on the bed, lining his thick cock up with her entrance, and rutted into her quickly, wasting no time. Payton was moaning and babbling nonsense as Jason fucked her, her body straining against the ropes, but she had utterly lost any control with the way she was tied.

Corey’s blood was boiling with more than just anger that he would put her through this, that he would make her watch. Skin slapping on skin echoed over the music, Jason’s own pleasure mingling with the symphony of sounds that were now assaulting Corey’s ears. Jason’s hands were on Payton’s hips, holding her to him as he pounded into her over and over. She couldn’t stop herself from watching where Payton was stretched around Jason’s girth, and she couldn’t help imagining it was herself stretching around him.

After what seemed like forever, Jason pulled out, flipping Payton over like a rag doll so she was pressed face-first into the bed, her ass up in the air for him. Jason brought his attention to Payton’s body, running his fingertips over ropes and skin once again, before slowly sheathing himself in her. When he was fully inside, he started up a relentless pace, a steady pounding rhythm, Payton’s moaning and keening was that much wilder with the new angle. Jason’s attention locked back on Corey, his eyes like the night sky.

Corey watched him in a daze as he fucked into Payton. Never before had she been so mad and so turned on at the same time. She didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or fuck him. She settled on fucking him andthenkilling him. She was on fire. She wanted to cry. She could feel the flush in her chest, her neck, her cheeks. And he must have seen all of that on her face, because he smiled at her, picking up his pace.

Saliva had built up in Corey’s mouth, and she tried to swallow it down, but the rope stopped her mouth from emptying, and she could feel some spit collecting on her lips. She wiggled her tongue to try to lick it, and Jason’s eyes tracked the movement. He groaned. She let out a whine of breath, unable to control her arousal any longer. Whether he heard her over the music and the sounds, she wasn’t sure, but not a moment later and with his eyes still locked on her, Jason was panting his release, his muscles contracting up his abdomen.

He stilled inside the waitress, eyes still blazing, his full lips parted. In the heavy glow of the red light, he looked like the devil himself smiling at her from the bed. And Corey realized that maybe she was in hell after all.

Jason pulled out of Payton, grabbing a towel from his bedside table and cleaning them both up. She felt the first tear slip down her cheek and fought the rest from falling.

Payton looked like a damn mess on the bed when Jason flipped her back over and started untying his ropework. He was gentle with the rope in a way he hadn’t been with the woman—in a way he so rarely was with Corey.

Once untied, Jason helped her sit up. Both of them were quiet. Payton reached her hand out to brush his hair, and Corey didn’t miss the way he pulled back just slightly before letting her.

He got her dress from the floor and helped her into it. Then he pulled on his own jeans.

“That was fun!” Payton said.

“Yeah.” Corey could have sworn he forced his smile. “Let me walk you out.”

Jason led Payton out of his room, leaving the music on. Neither of them spared a glance at Corey as they left her sitting there, the red light bearing down on her as the floodgates finally opened on her tears.

It wasn’t long before Jason sauntered back into his room, but Corey’s tears had already dried, and she was in desperate need of her own release. Her skin was crawling to get out of the ropes.

Jason stared at her, and her heart hammered in her chest as he approached. Then he reached behind her head and undid the rope.

She spat the rope out of her mouth, her jaw aching from being held open for so long, and her anger swelled into an infinite rage.

“What the fuck, Jason? Why would you do that?” she yelled at him. “You had no right!”

“No right? You came in here willingly. What did you think was going to happen?” The same question she’d asked herself earlier was thrown back in her face.

“Not this! Not you making me watch as you fucked some other girl senseless!”

He still hadn’t untied the rest of her limbs, and she strained against them now, frantically trying to get herself free.

“You’re jealous,” he stated, his face close to hers, almost nose to nose, as he leaned down into her.

“I’m not! Untie me, Jason, or I swear to god!”

“You’ll what?”

She didn’t have an answer. She wasn’t really in a position to do anything.

“God can’t help you in here, sweetheart.” He kneeled down before her, and she was still too hot, her blood simmering under her skin.

“You’re a piece of shit!” she screamed at him.

And then she spat in his face.

Jason gave a wicked laugh and wiped at her saliva. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. But now you know it too. The question is, is that going to keep you away from me, or do you need a little more?”

Jason put his warm hands on the crease of her hips, let one hand caress to the apex of her thighs. He ran his fingers along her saturated underwear, feeling the product of her desire.

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