Page 27 of Rescued By the Convicts
“Knowing and doing are different things. You don’tknowme or my past.”
“I know you killed the man who enslaved you.”
“He didn’t enslave me.” Jayce winced the moment the words left his mouth. “I was his partner.”
That stunned her. He didn’t miss how she leaned back slightly, away from him.
“You know nothing about who I am. No one does. Not even Ivan.”
No, she didn’t know who he was in the past, but she knew the man he was now. He genuinely cared about Ivan and her. Even Reece. Jayce worked as hard as any of them, and when he could have easily handed her over to Hawke a few weeks ago, he’d protected her. And despite his original agreement with Ivan, when they’d banded together with Reece and Zev to rescue her from Hawke, he hadn’t fucked her as he’d threatened, as he’d wanted.
“Then tell me, Jayce. All of it. Let me judge for myself because the man I know right now, the one who I can count on to put me before his own needs, is trying to push me out of his life and that scares me.”
He twirled a lock of her hair around his fingers. “My past will scare you.”
“No more than my own.”
His eyes grew wide, and then he nodded. “I didn’t lie about Danning capturing me after a deal went bad. And the scars on my back. . . That was him trying to break me.” Jayce fell silent again.
“He didn’t merely try, did he Jayce? He succeeded.”
“How can I tell you this when you endured so much more and didn’t break?”
Didn’t break? She broke every time Namir cut her back. Every time he gave her to his friends to use. She broke when he tattooed that bar code on the back of her neck, permanently shaming her. She’d thought the Goddesses would forever condemn her with that tattoo on her, but instead they’d led her to four incredible men.
“I broke, Jayce. Maybe not in the same way as you. But I broke. I gave up.”
His fingers moved down her jaw slowly, lovingly. This was the man she knew, the one who feared to show who he was on the inside. Jayce was as vulnerable as her, perhaps more.
“Danning made me an offer. To use my skills to move his product.” Jayce’s hands fell away, and already she felt cold, like she’d lost a part of herself. “I just wanted the pain to stop,” he whispered.
Melina rose and kissed him. She didn’t need to hear more. He’d only confirmed who he was.
The kiss deepened quickly, with Jayce’s tongue slowly taking over. His hands moved down her back, under her shirt. He traced the scars as if they connected her to him. Perhaps they did. She moved her hands under his shirt, over the scars on his upper back.
“Whatever you did wasn’t your fault,” she whispered back. “You had no choice.”
He lifted her shirt and caressed her breasts. One kiss quickly led to another. As he kissed his way down her body, he stripped off her pants. With a simple nudge from him, she lifted a leg which he placed over his shoulder. His tongue moved through her folds, making her wetter, wilder for him with each swipe. The attention he gave to detail—to her—amazed her, especially as his tongue circled her clit.
A delicious tension built within her, nearly distracting her from firm hands parting her ass. One finger entered her, then another, but she barely felt it as he masterfully sucked on her clit. Three fingers pumped in and out of her now as his entire face moved against her pussy, his nose grinding against her clit and his tongue—long, velvety, and hard—pushed into her.
“Jayce!” she screamed out as the orgasm rocked her.
Kisses landed on the inside of her thigh as she came down from the temporary high. And then she found herself being lifted and bent over the bed, with Jayce’s cock sliding into her pussy.
“You’ll always be mine,” he said as he thrust into her over and over, never letting her body calm completely.
Oversensitive and still aroused, she squirmed against him. . . against the bed, pressing her breasts against the rough blanket and stretching like a cat. Every part of her body came alive because Jayce wouldn’t let her rest, wouldn’t let her slide back into that peaceful bliss after her orgasm. He wanted her squirming beneath him, pushing back with his every thrust. And she couldn’t object as his hands moved all over her, tantalizing, encouraging, making her feel sexy and beautiful.
“Say it,” he demanded. “You’re mine. Always.”
“Yours,” she said, pushing back into him. Each time he pulled out, he pinched her clit, shocking her, distracting her from his next thrust. The constant push, pinch, pull created an energy within her that fed off of Jayce.
“Always mine,” Jayce repeated as he thrust into her faster now, his heavy balls slapping against her clit, driving her crazy. She needed to explode.
“Ours,” said a deep voice. Ivan stood at the door.
As Jayce moved inside her, Ivan lowered his pants, freeing a huge and very hard cock. She couldn’t take her eyes from Ivan and the question on his face. He hesitated with her too often, even now.
