Page 68 of Treacherous
I stalk across the room. Red, hot jealousy courses through my veins as I pull Jayden further away from the brunette’s touch. He is surprised when I step in front of him.
Jayden won’t be fucking with anyone other than me. “Get lost,” I grit. “I licked it, so he’s mine.”
I turn, wrapping my arms around his neck. Jayden’s pulse races beneath my touch, urging me on. I bring him closer to my mouth and–oh, God. I want to kiss him.Again.
I want to mark my territory, so everyone knows who he belongs to. Fuck. I have never felt this way with any other guy.
Before I can make a massive mistake, I move my mouth over Jayden’s jaw. My lips linger, trailing his neck to leave shortkisses in its wake. I don’t give any warning before my teeth graze his neck.
“Fuck, Willow.” He moans.
My tongue darts out, circling the purple bruise that is forming on his skin. I hum, appreciating not only my mark, but the fact that I have Jayden at my mercy. His hands shoot to my waist, squeezing as if to tattoo his own mark.
Reality crashes into me. I staked my claim,publicly, on him. Fuck. What have I done? The brunette disappeared, clearly not wanting anything to do with me. Good riddance.
With wide eyes, I flick up to Jayden’s face. An arrogant smirk has fallen onto his lips, green eyes turning molten.
Jayden ducks closer to me, his breath dances across my ear. “You look hot when you’re jealous, Sweetheart.”
“I wasn’t—”
Jayden’s right hand rushes to my neck, and I lock onto the bulging veins in his arms and the ink that has been etched into his skin. Fuck. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache. I fucking love when he man-handles me.
“Don’t deny it, Red.” Jayden’s eyes drop to my thighs. I didn’t think it was possible, but his smirk grows wider. “Your cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it? Needing the relief only I can provide,”
I will not moan. I will not—
Jayden nips at my neck, and a moan tumbling from my lips. The rules don't matter anymore if the matching marks our pulse point’s share is anything to go by.
“Let’s go, Willow.” He growls. “Before I make you come in front of everyone at the party,”
Oh, fuck. My pussy flutters at Jayden’s words. I melt at his rough grip, as we weave through the crowd, making our way up the stairs towards Jayden’s bedroom.
Once we enter his room, Jayden’s grip slides to my ass as he dips his lips to my ear.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m not drunk. I can consent,” I say, grabbing onto his biceps and digging my nails into his tan skin.
Jayden muffles a groan. All I want is to grind against his crotch, chasing any relief for my blazing core.
He pulls back, seizing my chin between his fingers. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,”
“Good. Are you up for trying something new?”
My breath catches, stomach churning with lust. “What do you have in mind?”
Over the past month, we have been exploring new things, which has been fun. I like how adventurous Jayden is in the bedroom. Much better than any other partner I’ve had, but I won’t tell him that.
“Remember when we talked about bondage?” he says, dragging his fingers down my neck, pausing above my hard nipples.
A small groan escapes. “You want to tie me up?”
“If you’re okay with that,”
“Can we start with only my arms? I don’t like the idea of not being able to move my body.”
