Page 72 of Twisted Devotion
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me and guiding me against his chest. “Yeah, you’re right.” He kisses the top of my head. “The others will take care of this. Let me take you away from this place.”
With a shaky sigh, I close my eyes and nod, letting Jackson shift us out of the warehouse and into his car, driving us to the mansion I’ve come to call home.
22
When I open my eyes, I’m standing in Jax’s bedroom, staring into his soft, golden gaze. It’s filled with a breathtaking mix of concern and relief that is best described as beautiful desperation. Jackson was worried about me—he still is—and is relieved I’m safe here with him. He doesn’t need to vocalize it; his face says it all.
I lift my hands to his face and trace his skin with my fingers, leaning in slowly. “I’m okay, Jax.”
His eyes examine mine. “You’re sure?” His gaze drops to the burns around my wrists and his jaw clenches as he wraps his fingers around me, just below the burns. “What is this?”
I swallow. “They chained me up with iron. Hurt like hell, but I’m fine. I promise.” It should have healed when I fed on my attacker, but the burns were deep. They’ll take a little more time to fade.
When his gaze returns to mine and softens, I relax and lean up to kiss him. In response, he grips my hips and pulls me against him, lifting me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks us over to his bed, laying me down before crawling over me.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” he vows, kissing along my clavicle. “I’m going to take care of you.”
“Oh yeah?” I wiggle under him, laughing softly. “How’re you going to do that?”
His eyes narrow at my taunting, a smirk lifting his lips as he leans in and nips my earlobe before murmuring, “First, I’m going to get you out of these clothes.” He reaches between our bodies and pops the button on my pants, making my pulse race.
“Hmm,” I moan, pushing my chest out so my breasts rub against him. My nipples harden in response. “Then what?”
“Then, I’m going to devour every inch of your body until the only word you’re able to scream is my name.”
“Yes, please,” I whisper, kissing his jaw and sucking softly.
His cock hardens, twitching in his pants, and he groans against my skin before leaning back enough to pull my shirt over my head and toss it behind him. He gets my bra off just as fast, and before I have a chance to speak, his mouth closes around my nipple, stealing my breath. His fingers tug and tweak the other and then he switches sides.
My fingers lace through his hair, holding him there as I moan beneath him, lifting my hips to grind against him.
Jackson lifts his head and meets my gaze. “I want to tie you up and fuck you until you cannot walk.”
My eyes widen as heat pools low in my belly. “Do it,” I challenge.
He licks his lips. “Don’t tempt me, Red. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I offer a breathy laugh. “You won’t.”
His eyes flash with lust before he unbuttons his shirt, adding it to the quickly growing pile of clothes on the floor. Leaning over me, he reaches into the table beside the bed and pulls out a dark red sash. “Put your wrists together.”
I comply, holding his gaze and biting my lip. His voice deepens when he orders me around like this, and I can’t get enough of it.
Carefully, he wraps the soft material around my wrists and give it a gentle tug to make sure it’s secure. “Is that okay? Does it hurt your burns?”
It’s a bit uncomfortable to pull on, but not painful, so I shake my head.
“Okay,” he responds, lifting my arms above my head and securing the sash to the headboard. “Now, keep your ass on the mattress or I’ll tie your hips down next. Understand?”
I nod, my heart beating fast in my chest, making my breasts rise and fall with each breath. “Yes, sir.”
He smirks. “Good girl.”
Pressing my lips together as he lowers himself down my body, I watch intently as he curls his fingers into the waistband of my pants and pulls them down slowly, removing my panties along with them. A flush creeps over my body when he gets them off and his eyes focus on the apex of my thighs.
He stands at the end of the bed and pulls his zipper down, letting his cock spring free.
Some twisted need takes hold of me, and I tug on my restraints.
