Page 17 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

Jett stares at my most intimate area with a mesmerized expression.

“So fucking pretty. I want to make you feel good, Angel. Stop being a fucking brat and admit the goddamn truth.”

I glare at him, hoping I make myself very clear.

“I own my body. Nobody has a right to it if I don’t consent.”

He barks out obnoxious laughter.

“That’s some beautiful feminist bullshit, baby, but we both know it’s a lie.”

Jett grips my thigh painfully and groans a deep rumbling sound from his chest.

“Say it, Angel. Tell me who owns this pussy. Who makes it feel better than any man before. When you need to come, whose cock is it you want stretching you wide, dirty girl?”

“You,” I blurt out and I instantly hate myself for the pleased grin on his impossibly sexy face.

He thrusts back inside me, and I yelp from the sudden intrusion.

“I own this pussy. I own you, Angel. You’re mine. You can deny it or accept it, but it doesn’t change the truth. Now be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

Jett hammers into me, fucking me like he somehow knows how I like it. Hard and rough. Men frequently think all women want it soft and romantic. That’s never been me. And he knew it, which I don’t understand.

“Jett,” I moan as my pussy grips his cock like a vise, my impending orgasm beginning to take hold of my body.

He moves over me, placing a hand on the mattress on either side of my head and growls.

“Fucking come for me.”

Pressing his lips to mine, he slides his tongue into my mouth while fucking me at a punishing pace, and the pleasure ignites in my core with a few tiny sparks until it’s an inferno as I whimper into his mouth. He’s right, he does things to me no other man has. I’ve known pleasure, but not like this. The intensity is overwhelming. And intoxicating.

He grunts his release as he fills me and his cock spasms inside me. I’ll need to get a lifetime supply of the morning-after pill because I do not want to get pregnant and I believed him when he said he’d tamper with any attempt at birth control.

Pulling out of me, he moves to the side of the bed.

“Come here.”

I turn to him, and he wraps his arms around me.

“Get some sleep. We will have a long night ahead of us once we get there.”

“Jett. I don’t want anyone to know about this.”

He arches his eyebrow, his piercing moving as he stares at me with disapproval.

“Are you embarrassed?”

I shake my head because that’s not it at all.

“It’s McKinley’s wedding day. If she finds out, it’s going to turn into the Jett and Mia show. That’s not what I want. She deserves better than that. I just want to wait until after she’s married.”

He’s quiet for several minutes, as if he’s processing my words.

“Alright, but just a warning, Angel. You are mine. And if I see anybody touching what’s mine, I’ll kill him. Even if it’s one of my own fucking band members.”

I kiss his chest and try to reassure him.

“That’s not my style, Jett. I would never do that.” For years I have longed for Jett to become a better man, but now that I have had him, I won't be strong enough to resist him, even if this is the best version of him I will ever get.