Page 13 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

“Jett,” I warn as he taps his length against my pussy.

“Don’t.”

He chuckles darkly.

“The thing is, Angel. I couldn’t fucking stop if I tried. A man does not come this close to perfection and walk away.”

Jett places his hands on my arms and pins me to the mattress with a devious look in his eyes.

“Tell me if you want to see proof that I am disease free, Angel. Otherwise, be a good girl and take it.”

He pushes inside me with one hard thrust, and I close my eyes shut tight with the blinding pain.

“Fuck. You’re going to rip me apart.”

After pulling out most of the way, he slams back into me.

“No, Angel. I promise, I won’t, but I am going to fucking ruin you for any other man. You’re mine now,” he says with an edge to his voice sounding like a stern warning.

I try to move him off me but can’t with the way his body is holding mine in place.

“I told you I wouldn’t ever be yours until you were done with the drugs.”

He grins like a cat that caught a mouse.

“You lied, Angel. Do you know much about addicts, baby?”

I shake my head no as the tears fall and he watches them like he’s watching the most spectacular sunset.

“Addicts are desperate for the drug they crave the most. I know I’m addicted to heroin, but Angel, I’m also now addicted to you. You’re the craving I can’t quench, making me feel something I’ve never felt before. Now that I’ve tasted you. Had your pussy wrapped around my cock. I’ll never let you go.”

He pulls out of me, and I think he’s done until he flips me over to my stomach like I am as light as a feather.

Slamming back into me with a groan, he holds me down by the back of my neck.

“You’re mine, Mia. Mine to do with as I please. And the only thing you can do is lay here and take it like the pretty little fuck doll you are.”

He’s not wrong. I can barely breathe, let alone move. There is nothing I can do except lay here and hate my body for thinking it feels good.

“Jett,” I moan into the mattress as my pussy grips onto his cock like it never wants him to stop. This is wrong and I shouldn’t be able to come. Yet, that’s exactly what happens beyond my control.

“Fuck Angel. You squirted for me. Look at the fucking mess you made.”

He pulls out of me with a groan.

“Turn around. On your hands and knees.”

I do as he says, and he watches me with a predatory gaze.

“Open your mouth. You’re going to clean up the mess you made of my cock.”

Again, I should be pissed, not turned on, but this is exactly what I need from a man. Some women want a man that will treat them with kindness. Like McKinley and Jagger. There is nothing wrong with that, but I want to be degraded. Brutally fucked. How Jett seems to know that I don’t quite understand.

I part my lips, and he slides into my mouth with a grunt.

“Good girl. Suck your pussy juice off of me, Angel.”

Reaching down, he slides his hands into my hair and fists the strands while pulling my head back.