“Jason. If you don’t put it in now, I’ll go find someone else that will.”
As if I flipped a switch in him, he thrusts his entire length in me and I moan, disguising my pain, as pleasure. Tears well up in my eyes, and it takes everything in me not to cry.Fuck. I knew it. I knew provoking him would make it hurt, but I needed to calm him down somehow and fucking me does the job.
I can’t stop shaking. I reach for him with a trembling voice. “Wait…wait.”
I inhale, attempting to ignore the striking pain. He intertwines our fingers and kisses the back of my hand. Jason isn’t a man of many words, especially not apologies.
“Be gentler. You’ll tear me in half with that rod of yours.”
He stays put, letting me adjust to his size. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Please, listen and don’t get mad,” I plead, silently cursing my lack of power.
Jason’s hazel eyes harshly focus on me. A frown between his brows and jaw shut tightly. He’s cooperating. That’s a good sign, I think?
“He told me everything about what his foster family did to him. J, it’s horrible. I can’t let him go back. Finding him another foster family or an adoptive one would take too much time. And what if they’re even worse than his current one?”
“Why should I care about what happens to him?”
I gawk at him, unsettled by his cruelty. “BecauseIcare. Because he’s a defenseless child and he needs our help. You shouldn’t need a fucking reason!”
“I only care aboutyou. My only wish is to have you content by my side.”
“Then be on my side when I tell you that I want to help him. Choose me and support my decision.”
He lets go of my hand and pushes himself deeper inside, making me wince. “So, you want to take him in? As his legal guardian? You said you didn’t want to earlier.”
I lift myself up and grab the collar of his white shirt. “If you do that again, I’ll snap your dick in two.”
Okay he’s mad. Fine, I get it but still what the hell? He has no right to hurt me simply because he’s angry at some stupid deal we made that I failed to uphold. It’s not as if I did it on purpose. Why can’t he see my point of view for once? Why is it always me adjusting to him?
“I decided, okay? I’m taking him in whether you like it or not. I promised Visha, I wouldn’t let him go back to that hellholeand I intend on keeping my word. Now you have two options. You either fuck me or I’m leaving. Either way Visha will be living with me. There’s nothing you can do or say to change my mind, and you know that.”
He stays silent for a minute then sighs loudly. “You’re too kind for your own good.”
His gaze softens as he caresses my cheek, gently sliding his thumb over the dried-out tears. I let out the breath I subconsciously held in and smile. “I know but seriously, Jason I’m freezing so hold me, please. I don’t feel like turning into a popsicle.”
He bursts out laughing but lifts me up, caging me in his warm embrace. I snuggle closer as I wrap my arms around his neck. He might be an asshole ninety-nine percent of the time but when it comes to that last one percent, he’s the most devoted man I know.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
I lean over his ear and whisper, “Now make me scream.”
“As you wish, my dear."
***
Jason helps me put my clothes back on after cleaning myself up with wet wipes. It’s already two in the morning when I glance at the digital clock on the wall.
I gather the rest of my stuff and as I’m about to pull the door open my heart sinks. I turn around in horror. “What?”
It can’t be that I misheard right? Did he really just say what I think he said?
Jason’s expression is stone-cold as he repeats the words, I was hoping were a figment of my imagination. “If you take the brat in, consider my financial support on hold.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Why do you hate him so much? He’s just a kid!” I shout, helpless in the face of unwavering resolve.
