Panting savagely, I sense my mind liquifying into a puddle of lust and shame. I have to say my point now or else I’ll lose the chance to. He picks me up by the waist and sits me down onthe onyx ebony desk. The surface is icy against my burning skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“What are you? A child? Stop being jealous over a kid.”
“I’m not jealous, my dear. I’m protective of what’s mine.”
I scoff, “How convenient.”
“Focus on me and don’t even think about uttering a word about him.”
Akin to a starving beast, he raises his deathly frame from the chair and awes down at me with the aura of a predator. He’s sculpted like a Greek God from top to bottom. His suit is wrapped around his firm muscles so perfectly one can see his gorgeous physique despite the layers of expensive fabric.
I want to touch him. I want him totouch me.
Not like a lustful man, driven by desire. Rather in the same manner as swans mate for life and only yearn for each other. A need as pure as corrupt, for an ephemeral love inconceivable to humankind.
“Then fuck me till I can’t speak anymore.”
If the only way in which I’m loved is through passionate intercourse, then so be it.
“You don’t need to tell me twice. Spread your thighs,” he commands, perfectly aware of the control he holds over me.
I obey and part them for him, leaning back on my elbows. Preparing me for his length, I take this opportunity to speak. “I made a decision concerning Visha.”
The moment his name leaves my mouth, Jason’s anger thrusts into me. I gasp loudly and grit my teeth at the sudden sharp sting. Why’s he so angry at a helpless kid?
“I warned you,” he growls, thrusting two fingers inside me.
I moan half in pain half in pleasure. “And I said-”
He curls his fingers, pressing my sensitive spot and doing his utmost best to insufferably tease me while scissoring my hole.
“To fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore. I know,” he interrupts, looming over me akin to a wicked shadow.
That asshole knows how to piss me off. I can’t retort because his fingers are doing one hell of a job. After stretching me out he slides his member over my entrance, lingering impatiently. I catch my breath, inhaling and exhaling the little amount of oxygen he allows me to. Jason stands between my thighs, hard and ready, but he stares down at me without a word.
“What?” I breathe, trying to regain an ounce of control long lost in this madness. “Did you forget you had an email to send?”
“You and your jokes.”
“Why’d you stop? Seemed like you wanted to tear me apart a second ago. It can’t be that you’re already sick of me before even putting it in.”
“The taste of you is a gift from heaven. I could never be sick of you.” His grip on my thigh shifts as he slides one of his hands up my leg and kisses my ankle before dropping it on his shoulder. “It’s clear you want to talk about that little shit so get it over with before I lose my patience.”
I smirk, satisfied with myself. “Wow, you’re so kind.”
“Are you done with the sarcasm?”
“Alright, sorry,” I say, carefully choosing my words. “I decided to fully care for him.”
Jason, who was trailing kisses down my leg halts and side eyes me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
His tone betrays the boiling anger hiding underneath his peachy skin. He’s going to take his frustration out on me. I know he will but that’s my fault for angering him.
I prop myself up on my elbows and smirk. “I’m cold. Don’t leave me hanging so suddenly.” He frowns, clearly demanding an answer but he knows he won’t get one until I’m certain that he won’t throw the whole desk out of the window. “Hello? Earth to Jason.”
“He’s going to live with you?” he asks, and I nod.
His grip on my leg tightens painfully. It hurts, but I don’t dare complain because I’m the culprit. He’s mad because I’m breaking our deal. I can’t lie though, I feel like I poked a sleeping lion.
