Page 49 of Treacherous
“Are you coming?”
Chapter 18
Willow Rogers
Fuck it.
I'm giving in.
The heat in Jayden’s eyes penetrated my skin, striking my core and leaving my panties soaked.
I thought I could avoid the simmering attraction between us, but Jayden was right–not that I will ever tell him that. The consequences of fucking my best friend’s brother and the man I’m supposed to hate echo inside my head, yet I couldn’t care less.
I walk up the stairs, Jayden trailing behind me. I turn left, heading toward my bedroom, but he stops me.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me across the hallway into his room. I swallow, butterflies swarming in my stomach. I can’t be nervous, it’s Jayden.
I stare at the bed in the centre of the room, my eyes moving between Jayden’s desk and standing wardrobes. Everything about it screams Jayden: neat, tidy, with every item having its own place.
He drops my hand, closing the door behind him. “We need to talk before we start.”
I inhale, letting out a long breath. “Okay. What about?”
Jayden inches closer to me, I retreat from the space, but my knees collide with the bed, forcing me to collapse onto it. He towers over me, usually, I would fucking hate it. However, something is different.
“Things you like, things you don’t. Last time you let me touch you I degraded you. I apologise for not asking beforehand. Did you want me to–”
“No,” I interrupt. “I liked it. I actually had a–” I slam my hand over my mouth. Fucking hell. Jayden doesn’t need to know he fucks exactly the way I imagined he would–rough and controlling.
A smirk curls on his lips. “Keep going, Sweetheart.”
I shake my head, but he doesn’t like that. He leans closer, sliding his knee between my legs before pushing me onto my back.
I suck in a breath, trying to ignore my aching clit. I need Jayden to touch me. My gaze flicking between Jayden’s eyes and lips.
Jayden traces his fingers along my arm, stopping when they reach my neck. The tension in the room is palpable, begging for one of us to snap. Jayden’s hand flexes, the veins running up his right arm bulging, and I barely hold back a moan. He wraps his hand around my neck, as if it were my personal necklace.
He leans closer. “I like to be in control during sex.”
His words are somehow flippant yet doused with heat. A moan is on the tip of my tongue as he drags his thumb along my pulse. The touch is gentle, and it has me fucking melting.
“If we are to do this, you have to trust me. And communicate if Ieverdo anything you don’t like.”
I take a deep breath, finding courage within me. “I had a sex dream about you a month ago. It was fucking hot.” The words fall out, leaving me breathless.
“Hmm. Is that so?” Jayden’s left hand traces circles over my shorts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide my arousal. “What did I do to you?”
I swear I’m burning from the inside out. I need Jayden to touch me properly because everything fucking aches. My breath hitches as his thumb presses against my covered cunt.
“You fucked me against the wall, called me your greedy slut.”
Jayden licks his lips while staring into my fucking soul. I’ve never been this turned on with anyone. Usually, I do all the work because men have no clue where the clit is, but I get the feeling that won’t fly with Jayden.
His words are low and demanding. “Take off that fucking bra. It’s been driving me wild for weeks.”
Pulling back from Jayden’s grip, I discard my sports bra, throwing it to the floor. I slide back toward the headboard, sinking into the soft mattress. He crawls between my legs, yanking my shorts off without even asking, leaving me in my seamless black panties.
I arch my back, searching for Jayden’s touch. I hate myself for being so desperate, but I’m not holding back any longer. His fingertips graze my stomach, the cool touch sending shivers up my spine.
