Page 13 of Prince of Darkness

“Then we’ll watch a movie.”

“Watch a movie?” I laugh. That was the last thing I expected him to say.

“Do what you need to. I’ll make the popcorn.” He covers his mouth with mine, making movie watching the last thing I want to be doing tonight.

9

JASON

How does she make eating popcorn look so fucking sexy? Every time she reaches into the bowl, she only grabs one piece and brings it to her mouth. Even her soft purple nail polish adds to it all. I almost groaned when she kicked off her shoes, revealing her matching toe polish. She quickly made herself comfortable, and I swear it feels as though she was always meant to be here.

I never understood the whole foot fetish thing before, but really it’s every part of her that does it for me. I’ve got the popcorn bowl in my lap so that I don’t scare the hell out of her with how hard my cock is. It hasn't gone down since she walked in the door earlier. The instant pull I felt for her hit me like a freight train. I know it lacks logic, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not only breaking rules I’ve set for myself in life but I’m also bending one of the club’s for her.

“Are you watching me or the TV?” She peeks over at me from under her eyelashes. I want to pin her to the sofa and have my dirty way with her. It takes every bit of my self-control not to. Her sweet innocence is fucking intoxicating. Drugs and booze have never really been my thing. But if they give you the feeling that being around Olivia gives me, then I could see how one could get addicted. Because that’s exactly what I am to her.

Growing up in a motorcycle club, all of that shit was always around. Don’t get me wrong; I dabbled in it a few times as a kid, but it never held my interest. Who knows if that would have lasted if I hadn’t gotten into trouble? It’s another reminder that getting pushed into the military likely saved me from the fucked-up path my father had me on. If drugs had hit me the way she seems to, I would have been done for.

“You.” I’m in no way hiding what I’m doing. There will never be a time where I hold back the fact that I want her. She has me imagining a life that I never thought was in the cards for me.

Earlier, I watched as she pulled out her phone and sent a few texts to her brothers. I have no idea what she told them, but I’m guessing she didn’t tell them she’s here with me. I know for a fact that if she had, they would have shown up here demanding I hand her over. That doesn’t mean I would have. She’s mine. The sooner they recognize that, the better off we’ll all be. I respect the fact that they want to protect her. I can’t blame them. Because even though I may have the best intentions when it comes to her, that doesn’t mean I don’t think about fucking her until she’s screaming my name and coming on my cock.

I’ve already pictured laying her out on every surface of this place. I’ve never been more thankful that I let my mom design this area for me in the warehouse. Olivia deserves to have something nice and clean. I want her to be comfortable. I could tell she’d been a bit unsure of herself out in the main area. She’ll find her footing soon enough. Once she’s my wife, she’ll run this place with me.

I'm sure some whispers are already floating around. I never take anyone back to my place except Arch or my mom. This is my area. I’d all but staked my claim on Olivia when I announced that I didn’t want anyone to bother me as I dragged her off with me.

“You know this is a bad idea, right? I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.” Her breath hitches as she talks herself into saying more. I love how shy she is when it comes to talking about sex. I wait not so patiently, but I want to hear whatever it is so I know what I’m up against. What’s holding her back? People reveal so much more when you’re quiet and allow them time to gather their thoughts. “I’m a virgin, Jason,” she finally blurts out before jumping up from the sofa.

I snatch her by the wrist before she can try to put any space between us. I pull her back down, moving the popcorn so she settles down into my lap. She’s stiff at first until I start to work my mouth against her neck.

“Bet you never thought you’d be attracted to someone like me, did you?” I ask. She can try to deny it, but I know she’s getting worked up. It’s the way her eyes light up and the small breaths she sucks in. She shifts around, not sure how to handle the need that I’ve caused inside of her. I’ve never given a crap if I turned a woman on, but with her it’s different. I want her to ache for me the same way I do for her. To realize that what we have between us is real.

I’m sure she’d pictured herself being with someone more clean-cut. I might not break the law anymore, but I enjoy getting my hands dirty. I hated the few times I had to wear a suit for business. That’s not who I am. I prefer to be out in the mines and fields with the rest of my men.

“Never really thought about it honestly, but I didn’t think I would date someone that would upset my family.” She tilts her head to the side further in silent invitation for me to keep kissing her neck. “Guess I’m not your normal type going off the other women that hang around here.”

“You’re a different breed altogether. I shouldn’t even touch you, but there is something pulling us together, and you know it.” I may not deserve to have my hands on her, but that’s not going to stop me. The thought of dirtying her up has my cock pressing painfully against my jeans.

“I do,” she whispers. I drag my teeth across her delicate skin.

“I’m not looking to get off here, Olivia, but I want to taste every inch of your skin. Tell me that I can,” I all but beg. “Stay here with me tonight, and I’ll worship every inch of you like you deserve.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, and I’m on my feet, carrying her toward the bed. She wraps herself around me and actually kisses me first this time. “Jason.” She moans, grinding her pussy against my cock. I can feel the heat of her arousal through her clothes. I swear I almost come in my pants.

“Love the way you say my name.” I bring her down onto the bed, pulling her clothes from her as I go.

“Need to see you too.” She tugs at my shirt. I let her pull it from me but keep my jeans on. I don’t trust myself. It’s a new experience for me. It’s thrilling but scary as hell too. “Do you spend hours in the gym or something?” Her fingers trail across my chest. They linger on a few scars I’ve gotten over the years from my time in the military and a few from work.

“Not really.” I yank her shorts down her legs. Last night I went for a few rounds in the gym to burn off energy, but I don’t spend much time there normally. “You’re so damn soft.” I can’t keep my mouth off her.

“You’re so damn hard.” She giggles. The sound goes straight to my cock. I swear she’s trying to kill me. Soon her little sounds turn to moans when I yank her bra down and wrap my mouth around one of her pert nipples.

My hand grips her other tit. It tries to spill out of my hold. She’s so different from other girls around here. She’s lush and full of curves. It’s damn addicting. I was starting to think something was wrong with me because I was never attracted to any of the women that came in and out of this place. Now I know it’s because I was waiting for her.

“Jason.” Her fingers dig into my hair as I release her nipple and trail my mouth down her stomach until I get to the edge of her panties. My mouth waters at the scent of her arousal.

“Anyone ever taste you?” I ask, pulling her thighs apart. Her panties are a soft purple too. I take note of her affection for the color as I breathe her in through her panties. I don’t know why I’m tormenting myself this way.

“No.”

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