He gives a long moan as I ride him, my body shivering as he digs his fingers into my hips, his cock driving deep inside of me. I keep the knife steady on his throat, just in case.
"That's it," he murmurs, the notebook somewhere on the floor, the pen discarded. "That's it...take all my cock...ride it just like that..."
"Shut up," I mutter, digging the knife in. "I don't want them to worry."
He laughs low in his throat, his cock swelling as his knot threatens to dip inside. I stay just out of reach--just so that he can't knot me, force me to stay here.
"You're such a bad girl, Kendra," he murmurs. "You're so fucking wet for someone who hates me."
"I don't hate you," I gasp. "I just don't like you very much."
He chuckles and his hips rock beneath me, his cock sinking in deep.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers. "Talk dirty to me."
"I want to ride your cock," I whisper back. "I want you to fuck me until I come all over your cock."
"Fuck," he groans. "Those dirty words are gonna make me come."
"Not the words;me," I say. "I'mgoing to make you come. I'm going to make you come so fucking hard you'll never disobey me again."
"I'll take you up on that," he says. "But you have to do one more thing."
"What?"
"Let me mark you, sweetheart," he says, his voice a low growl in his throat. "It's fate. It's gonna happen eventually. Let me put my fucking bite on you."
I can't, no matter how much I want to. I'm with Zane and Carson...and we make those decisions together.
"I'll think about it," I whisper, not wanting to hurt him.
"Shut up and fuck me," he says. "You don't know what you're missing."
I lean forward, keeping the knife there until he puts his hands behind his back. I can see the wildness in his eyes, feel his cock swelling inside of me. I want to give it to him. I want him to be my mate.
But not like this.
Not after everything he's done.
"I'm close," I gasp. "I'm so close...make me come, Jack...make me come on your cock..."
It's like a switch flips inside of him. I can see it, and I can feel it. He's completely given himself over to me, eager to do whatever I say.
"Do it," I whisper. "Make me come."
And that's when everything gets completely out of control.
He leans forward faster than I can react, and his teeth are bared as he bites into me. That's when I shout, the knife clattering to the floor--not because I'm scared, not because I don't want it, but because it feels so good. He bites through my shirt and into the flesh of my breast, latching on, lapping at me with his long tongue.
I hear the door open--hear Zane roar.
And even as I continue to come, I'm pulled off of Jack--and Zane leaps on top of him to tear his throat out.
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Zane
I'mgoingtofuckingkill him.