Chapter 17
Kiera
Perhaps it was a testament to how little attention Alec paid to methatprevented him from noticing how on edge I was for the rest of the evening. It wasn’t only because he’d almost caught Jackson finger-banging me against the kitchen counter, but also due to the uncomfortable achethathad settled between my legs. It wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I squirmed in a bid to relieve it.
Jackson noticed, though, and whenever Alec was distracted by his phone or rambling on about the different types of investment options available, he would subtly suck his fingers into his mouth as if he were savoring my taste before grinning salaciously at me.
When the two of them retired to Alec’s office for further discussions over a glass or two of whiskey, I was damn glad to be free of Jackson’s suffocating presence,evenif the memory of him pressed against me wasn’t far from my mind.
I spent the rest of the evening tidying the kitchen before putting Billie to bed. By the time Jackson came to say goodbye, my nervous system was shattered beyond repair.
When he pulled me into a hug, telling me it was good to see me again, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to beg him to fuck me over the kitchen counter or confess everything to Alec,justso Jackson would stop toying with me.
Collapsing into bed, mental exhaustion threatened to drag me into a deep sleep, but when Alec slid in next to me, fury vibrating off him, I was suddenlyon full alert. I knew all too well what he was capable of when he was in one of his moods.
But to my ultimate surprise, he switched the bedside lamp off without any attempt at getting me to spread my legs, muttering curses about how the evening had been a complete waste of time, andthatJackson had no intention of investing with his company.
The darkness hid my grin. Of course Jackson had no intent to invest with Alec; if he was anything like James, he would have invested his money with someone who was a Legion member. The whole purpose of the evening was purely to play more mind games with me, something of which he’d accomplished.
I released a weary sigh, unsure how much longer I was going to be able to go along with Jackson’s demands. He was stirring feelings inside of methathad lain dormant for years, and wouldneverbe reciprocated.
And I knew,Ijustknew,thatwhen he decided to stop showing up in my life, and resumed his act of pretendingthatI didn’t exist, it would hurt more than it did the first time I lost him.
Damn him.
Closing my eyes, I wished for sleep to claim me so my mind could switch off for a few hours from the carnage of my life. Soft snores from Alec floated into the dark room, and I rolled over in a bid to block them out.
The phone Jackson gifted me vibrated from where I kept it tucked in the inside of my pillowcase. My eyes shot open, my heart lurching into my throat as I pulled it free and hid under the cover so the glare of the screen didn’t disturb Alec.
Jackson:
Come downstairs.
Blood rushed in my ears as my pulse spiked.Downstairs?What the hell? I quickly typed out a reply.
Downstairs? What are you talking about?
Jackson:
Get your ass down the stairs in your house. Otherwise, I’m coming up there, and I haven’t drugged Alec this time, so he’ll hear you scream when I make you come.
He drugged Alec? At leastthatexplained why he didn’t so much as stir while Jackson was ramming his cock down my throat.
Not daring to risk punishment, I bolted out of bed, grabbing my robe to wrap around me as I headed downstairs. My heart pounded like a drum as I crept through the dark hallway, not daring to flick a light on.
Reaching the living room, my feet came to an abrupt stop at seeing the figure lurking in the shadows.“Jackson? What the hell are you doing? How did you get in?”I hissed, keeping my voice low in fear of waking Billie or Alec.
“The same way I got in last time,”Jackson replied, as if the answer was obvious. Truthfully, I hadn’t given much thought to how he’d gotten into the house previously; I’d been somewhat distracted.“Get your ass over here, Kiki,”he added, crooking his finger at me.
I didn’t move.“Whatever you’ve got planned, don’t. My daughter is asleep upstairs.”
He chuckled, the faint glow from the moon showing his brow lifting.“You thinkthat’ll stop me?”
“Jackson-”
My words were cut off as Jackson pounced. In three large strides, he crossed to me, grabbing me and bending me forward sothatI was bent over the arm of the couch. With one hand, he pinned my arms behind my back as he pressed his rigid cock against my ass.
“You never learn, do you?”He leaned forward so his broad chest weighed against my back, and his whispered words caressed my ear. With his free hand, he trailed it up my thigh, lifting my robe and my nightdress.“And thus proving my pointthatyoulovewhat I do to you.”
