Page 50 of Treacherous
I'm trembling when Jayden returns his hand to my neck, this time adding the smallest amount of pressure. God, I want this so fucking bad.
“Is this okay with you?”
I nod, fearing any word I utter will turn into a moan.
“Words, Willow. With the things I want to do to you, I willonlytake your words as consent.”
I inhale in a deep breath, which is harder than usual, as Jayden’s hand is still hugging my neck. “Yes. I like it.”
The last flickers of sunlight filter through the window above the bed, casting an angelic light over Jayden’s face. The smirk on his face, however, is straight from hell.
“I knew you would, Red. The perfect little slut for me,”
I gasp, jerking off the bed, hips searching for friction. Fucking hell. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, but I can’t help it. Jayden’s controlling nature is becoming a turn-on on and with my history, that should be a warning sign.
“I want my own rules,” I say.
He releases my throat. “Continue,”
“We always use a condom and we don’t kiss on the mouth,”
“I agree with using protection, but–”
I cut him off. “Agree to both or I’m out. Sex is intimate enough with the addition of kissing.”
Jayden narrows his eyes. “Fine. Can I kiss your neck?”
I pause to think. Slowly, I nod. “That’s fine, but no visible marks.”
“Is there anything off the table? Any dislikes when it comes to sex?”
I furrow my brows. No one has ever asked me this before. I mean, no one has ever asked about mylikeseither, so I’m in uncharted waters here. “I don’t think so.”
Jayden groans. “You need to be sure,”
“Okay, I guess the only thing would be pain. Nothing extreme that could cause injuries.”
“Of course. I would never hurt you, Willow.” He pauses. “Pick a safe word. If you say it, I’ll stop.”
“Lavender." I pause. "What about your likes and dislikes?"
Jayden's jaw clenches, his hot gaze travelling over my body. I flush. He lowers himself, pressing his mouth below my ear.
"Right now, I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you until you tell me to stop."
I inhale sharply, pressing my legs together. God, that sounds fucking amazing.
"You like the sound of that, Sweetheart?"
"Yes,"
Jayden stalks to his bedside table, grabbing the box of condoms. He picks one out, placing the box next to his lamp.
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I shamelessly check him out. I didn't realise his tattoo extended to his chest, stopping on his heart.
I want to reach out and touch his abs, trailing my nails down to leave my mark. My restraint wavers as Jayden’s pants and boxers are next to go, leaving his hard cock on display.
He tears the foil packet open, covering his erection with the condom. Oh fuck. This is really happening.
