“I hoped, yeah.” She smiles brightly again, and I continue. “I told myself I wouldn’t tell you this because it would upset you, but I need to be honest with you. It’s important for you to know what’s going on in my life. And in order for you to understand why I did what I did, for you to understand me, you have to know all of my truths.”
“I want to know,” she urges, giving my hand a small squeeze. “Help me understand.”
Nodding, I take a deep breath then dive into it.
“My mother was the leader of a criminal organization, the last one of her family involved in it. From the day I was born, it was mine to have, once she died. Problem is, I didn’t want it, but she kept holding it over my head. She manipulated me and blackmailed me. She pinned things on me and threatened to tell the cops if I didn’t do as she said. I’ve done… awful things for as long as I can remember. Kidnapping you was the last straw though, because it wasn’t just me she was hurting anymore. It was someone else. Someone I loved.”
Her smile is soft, and she rests her head on my shoulder. She’s still here, and that’s good.
“She’s been blackmailing my father for years too, even though they’re divorced. He’s been under her thumb since the day they met. I’d feel bad for him, but he’s a dick too.” I take a deep breath, trying to keep my shit together, and continue. “Anyway, after you left, she disappeared. Vincent, her secondhand man, took over. We became sort of friendly, but he too ended up using me, like they all fucking do. They needed my mother dead, and it somehow became my responsibility to do it. I’m so fucking tired of all these people using me and blackmailing me and not giving me an option to how I live my life. But I knew if I could just get rid of her, it would be over. I’d be done. So I found her, and…” I swallow hard, knowing the next words are going to upset her, but I have to be honest.
“You did what you had to do,” she says before I can say anything.
I whip my head in her direction. She looks up at me.
“You… killed her, right? Because you had to? To be free?”
I nod once. “To be with you. To keep you safe.”
She looks away, down at our hands that are still together.
“I have a confession to make,” she says, and her words turn my stomach.
What the fuck could she possibly have to confess?
Chapter Forty-Six
Sailor
After I confess to putting cameras in Jaxon’s apartment and watching him, he stares at me, his look murderous. For a moment, I’m afraid. But then I remember he would never hurt me, especially not over something like this.
Right?
My worry is quick-lived, when his face splits into a grin and he rolls over on top of me, nuzzling his face in my neck.
“That just made my dick so hard.”
He grinds against me, and I spread my legs wider, making more room for him. His mouth is warm on my neck, kissing up to my ear where he tugs on the lobe with his teeth. I turn my head to find his mouth and kiss him deeply, my hands roaming down his sides, enjoying his muscles.
Jaxon is hot as hell, there’s no doubt about it.
“Let me feel it,” I whisper.
He lets out a growl as he sits up on his knees, grabbing onto my sweats and tearing them off. He gets his jeans off just as quickly, and then he’s back between my legs, shoving inside mewithout hesitation. My head falls back into the pillows, pushing against his chest for him to sit up so I can watch him fuck me.
He obliges, putting space between us while thrusting into me slowly, and I watch his glistening cock slide in and out.
My gaze goes from where we connect, up to his, and I find him watching me with fire in his eyes. My hand goes around his neck, and I pull him down. He fucks me hard until we both spiral into an orgasm, trembling and sweaty.
Then we do something we’ve never done before—we go to the shower together.
“Did you have a camera in my bathroom, little dove?” Jaxon asks as he pulls the curtain back and gestures for me to get inside.
“If I did?” I ask sweetly as I step into the shower.
He comes in after me. “I’d ask if you liked watching me in the shower.”
I stand under the water, tipping my head back to get my hair wet. When I look at him, I smirk. “I couldn’t get itinthe shower, but there is one in the bathroom.”
