Page 89 of Stand: Part One
Jaden paused for a moment, then glanced back down to her plate, her eyes low with disappointment. “You’re right, it doesn’t. Never mind,” she murmured, then forked another piece into her mouth.
I wasn’t buying it.
“Why were you expecting yellow perch?” I asked, my tone demanding an answer.
Jaden sighed before casting her eyes back to the beach. “I just haven’t had perch in a long time, so my mind naturally went to yellowtail because that’s the fish I know from back hom—Michigan,” she quickly corrected. But it was too late.
My gaze locked with hers the second she said it, my chest constricting at her slip. The blood in my veins began to simmer under what I knew could only be a hardened expression, given the poorly concealed look of horror on Jaden’s face.
It was that same familiar fear shimmering in her eyes that always made my cock instantly hard and ready to burst through my pants. She had no idea of how fuckable she was when she was genuinely afraid like that. Especially when it was me she was afraid of.
Like chucking barrels of blood into the water.
“I’m sorry,” she backtracked. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
But the terror in her voice was already playing to my darker bases, enticing the predator with the promise of more mouthwatering amusement.
And it wouldn’t be denied.
“Come with me.”
Rising from my chair, I captured Jaden’s small hand in mine and pulled her to stand, leading her down a narrow outdoor passageway that the staff secretly used to get to the kitchen. After finding the little nook against the building, I yanked Jaden forward and slammed her back into the brick wall.
“Darren, I’m sorry,” she pleaded quickly, her voice regaining some confidence. “I didn’t mean?—”
“Shut up,” I ordered, cutting her off as my mouth claimed hers.
Tentative and stiff, she whimpered against me, trembles running up her spine as her hands found purchase in my jacket, hoping for stability. The taste of lime and desire coated my tongue as it swept along hers, invading and conquering as it went.
My hands moved from her hips to pull the lining of her dress up, allowing me to slip two fingers inside her with ease, making me groan with approval. Jaden gasped, her mouth opening wide as her back arched, a hushed moan on her lips.
Conditioning her to become aroused from fear had been the greatest investment I’d ever made. Dry pussy just didn’t have the same appeal, and knowing how much I intended to terrorize her, it made the most sense in order for her to meet my needs.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, pumping my fingers in and out. “But I shouldn’t have to remind you of that.”
“You don’t,” she replied, her voice hitched and breathy. “Please. Not here.”
“Yes, here.”
“They’ll hear us.”
I chuckled, curling my fingers inside her, making her hips suddenly jolt. “You mean they’ll hear you.”
Jaden grunted as I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, her walls clenching around my fingers as she absolutely ruined my shirt with her nails.
“Who do you belong to?” I growled, thrusting faster and harder.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her pussy writhing around my fingers. “You,” she moaned. “Fuck.”
On a sneer, I withdrew my fingers to appreciate Jaden’s decadent taste on my tongue, sucking off the heady evidence of her body’s undeniable need for me. A need I had commanded with just a single look.
“Yes, you fucking do,” I affirmed, and then lifted her ass to pin her against the wall.
Lowering my zipper, I pulled out my throbbing cock and speared right into her, drawing a sharp whine from her throat. Slapping my hand over her mouth, I fucked her hard against the brick wall, the thick coating of black paint her only buffer from the rough texture.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, she clung to my shoulders as I bounced her on my cock. Her mouth vibrated against my hand as it suppressed all those delicious noises I loved to hear her make.
“You better keep quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear you getting fucked within an inch of your life back here,” I snickered into her ear, picking up my pace.
