Page 132 of Spark

“The exact moment.”

I shook my head and laughed.

“At least I now know she’s capable of punching walls,” she said with a shrug.

“You won’t have to worry about her anymore. I told her you’ll get full reign to knock her out if it gets to that point.”

“Excellent,” Jaden said, an evil little smirk peering across her lips.

When we were finally on the highway, I pulled down the zipper of my pants to free the straining erection that had been building since we left. “Alright, time to pay up, princess,” I said. I could see her eyes on my lap, a small smirk on her lips.

“I hope you’re good at multitasking,” she said. “Because I’m about to push your ability to the limit.”

Before I had a chance to respond, her hot, wet mouth was already swallowing my dick whole.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Jaden sucked on my cock like she was starving for my cum, and it was the sexiest fucking thing. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel; my other hand was on the shifter but wishing it were between her legs. She certainly was testing my multitasking ability.

Jaden’s tongue swirled and stroked expertly, and when I finally had the chance, my right hand gripped her tight little ass. The moan that vibrated in her throat made my cock twitch, and I had to admit, she did make me forget which direction were going for a moment or two. She had power over me at this moment—the only time I ever allowed it—when she could nearly bring me to my knees with the way she sucked me off, the things she could make me feel. She lived for that small moment of power exchange, but she should know it was nothing but an illusion.

The suction from her greedy mouth had me coming in minutes, my load shooting down her throat, which she swallowed without issue. After sucking every last drop of cum, she cleaned her plate like a good little kitten and sat up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, a wicked grin on her face. I tucked my cock back into my pants, downshifted, and then took off, racing down the freeway. I didn’t want the smile on Jaden’s face to fade, so I pressed the button for the convertible top to lower and allowed the wind around us to flow through Jaden’s beautiful red hair. The genuine laugh she released made my heart clench in my chest. I fucking loved that sound. So I turned up Ludacris, and Jaden just laughed aloud, not even hesitating to start rapping along with the song, all fucks out the window. I’d never felt myself smile as big as I did when I watched her spit those lyrics as if she didn’t have a care in the world. And I decided right then and there that making her smile would become one of my top priorities.

I would see Jaden in a white dress, a baby in her arms, a smile on her face, and blood on her hands if it was the last thing I ever did.

48

Standstill

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I lost count of the weeks that went by after the baby shower. I was hoping that night would at least be somewhat useful, and it turned out that it was. I knew something was up with that girl Darren’s brother had brought. I could feel it the moment she looked at Darren, and it only happened once. I caught the fear in her eyes immediately, recognized it like reading a fucking stop sign. She knew who Darren was, and I had a feeling I knew exactly how she did.

When she had first spoken to me, she asked how I knew Darren. Her voice was quiet, meek, and I didn’t like it. I could smell opportunity knocking, and I didn’t want to scare it away, but I didn’t want to attract unwanted attention either. I kept my eyes on the table as I addressed her, not wanting to give away the impression that we were actually speaking.

“I have a feeling you already know the answer,” I quietly said to her.

She gulped so loud I could hear it.

“You were sold, too,” I stated, my eyes staring at the flower arrangement on the table.

“Yes,” she whispered, fear coating that entire syllable. It made my heart plummet into the pit of my stomach. It was so easy to forget sometimes that the man I occasionally found slight amusement in was still selling girls as sex slaves. It hurt so deep; I could feel it down to the marrow of my bones.

“How long ago?” I asked.

She was silent for a moment before she answered. “Fourteen months.”

“Jesus.”

“Are you… his?” she asked me, barely making eye contact.

I nodded.

“Oh, God,” she nearly whimpered, covering her trembling lips with her palm. “I’m so sorry.”

I ignored her worry. I was more interested in where she came from and where she currently was.

“And you’re Dominic’s?”

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