Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
His grip loosens from around my neck but the fury in his eyes remain. “How long have you been seeing him, Zora?”
My throat is raw and irritated but I managed to croak, “You’re insane Jackson.” Pressing my hands against his chest I give him a hefty shove. He stumbles back but quickly regains his footing before I have a chance to get away from him.
He grips my arm to prevent me from running and once again, I find my back flush to the wall. This time he holds me prisoner by pinning his arm cross my chest. Jackson is already stronger than me but in this manic state, he has the strength of a bull.
No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t break free.
“Why are you doing this?” I demand, my own anger finally exploding. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to do and you’re acting like I’ve wronged you. Let me go!”
“I will never fucking let you go, because you’re mine. Maybe you need a reminder.” It’s not his words that frighten me this time but his tone. His voice has lowered and he speaks with such calm precision that’s much scarier than when he yells.
Fear temporarily paralyzes me and my brain temporarily stops working when he lifts me off my feet but keeping me pressed against the wall. He yanks my skirt around my hips which is followed by the loud tearing sound of the panties being ripped off my body.
His grip on my thighs forces me to wrap my legs around his waist. I’m not sure when he unbuckled his pants his unfettered cock presses at my slit demanding entrance.
I shake my head from side to side in denial. I know my body will give in to him as it always does but this isn’t how I wanted our reunion to go. “Jackson, don’t. Not like this.”
“Yes, like this, Zora. You gave away something that belongs to me. And I’m going to take it back!” He slams into to me and my traitorous pussy engulfs him to the hilt. My walls tighten around him, and I cling to his shoulders and he pounds into me with like a berserker on a rampage.
“Did he fuck you like this, Zora?” He presses his forehead against mine.
“No!”
“Did your cunt get this wet for him? Did it grip his dick the way it does mine, so fucking tight you can barely hang on?” he asks ignoring my denial.
“No!”
“Did you cry out his name the way you do mine?” He
There’s no point in answering him because he won’t believe me. I close my eyes against his passionate assault.
Jackson covers my mouth, with his, swallowing my involuntary moans. He captures my tongue and sucks on it with an aggressive domination that demands nothing less than total submission.
His body slices into mine over and over and despite the violence of his movements, weakly give myself over to the intensity of the waves of electricity roiling throughout my body.
My climax hits me so quickly, everything goes black for a moment and I’m on a whole other plane of pure nirvana.
He tears his mouth away. “You’re mine! Mine! Mine!” He chants. “How can you do this to me, Zora? Don’t you know I love you?”
My mind is too fuzzy to fully take in his confession. Maybe I’m imagining things.
He shudders against me, spraying my walls with his seed.
Jackson buries his face against and his shoulders start to shake. “I love you…” he whispers again.
Moisture dampens my shoulders and I’m not sure if it’s my tears or his. He holds on to me as if his very life depends on it and I find myself clinging to him as well because I don’t know how else to handle this tenuous moment.
Our bodies remain locked for several moments with his semi-erect cock, still inside of me.
“Why?” he finally asks, breaking the silence that hangs heavy in the room.
“Nothing happened, Jackson.”
He pulls away from me, with eyes red, and tear tracks staining his cheeks. He unwinds my legs from his waist and pulls out of me. Our mingled juices slide down the insides of my legs.
Slowly I descend down the length of the wall until I’m sitting at his feet.
“Then why were you with him?”
I look up and he hovers over me but instead of the menacing figure he presented earlier, his head is down and shoulders are slumped. The despair that surrounds him is almost tangible.
“He’s my boss, who happened to be in town. We met up for dinner. I drove myself there and we left separately.”
“I saw the pictures. You were in a green dress that showed off your body. You were hugging him and holding his hand at the dinner table. You were at the Silver Dollar.”
I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. My body and spirit is too exhausted to go back and forth with him. “I don’t know how you found out about my dinner with Owen and frankly, it doesn’t matter. There’s nothing going on between us.”