Page 25 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

JETT

Grabbing her waist on either side, I lift her onto my lap and she squeaks from the swift movement.

“What are you doing?” she says with a gasp.

My lips lift into a smirk.

“Staring at you.Touching you.”

I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip and fight a groan at how soft she is.

“Tasting you.”

Mia darts her eyes away from mine nervously, like I might somehow be seeing a flaw, which is fucking impossible. I place my thumb on her chin and gently move her head so her eyes are on me again, exactly how I want them to be.

“You're stunning, Angel. Fucking breathtaking. Every time I look into your eyes, so goddamn blue and filled with an emotion I wish I could physically grab onto, I lose my mind. Why you think there’s anything other than perfection in front of me, I will never comprehend. Who made you think you were anything less than perfect?”

She sighs softly, dejection written in the downcast of her eyes.

“My agent, the industry. I gained weight and everyone abandoned me. I no longer existed. If I weigh more than one hundred twenty-five pounds, I have no worth. I’m not beautiful anymore. I lost everything, Jett. I have to sell my home just to have enough money to survive.”

Mia doesn’t have to sell shit to live. In a heartbeat I’d pay for whatever the fuck she needs, but I also want her with me, not in her house away from me, so I bite my tongue even thought I’d like to ease her insecurities.

“You’ll be with me, Mia. You don’t need to worry about a damn thing.”

She places her arms around my neck and presses her forehead to mine with a deep sigh.

“For now, Jett. This isn’t permanent.”

I move my head back and flash her a glare.

He grits out through a clenched jaw, “The hell it isn’t. You’re mine. That isn’t going to change. I didn’t wait all this time to let you go. I promise you, I’ll be good to you. I know I can make you happy.”

Even as I speak the words, I know they aren’t true. I fuck everything up. This is nothing more than me trying to delay the inevitable. I’m self destructive and I know it, I just don’t know how to stop it.

“Fine. What’s next then, Rockstar?”

Sliding my hand under her skirt, I don’t take my eyes off hers as I slip my hand into the back of her panties.

“Tomorrow we have to leave because I have some dates scheduled with Asylum. Tonight, you’re wearing too many clothes. I don’t like it.”

Tilting her head to the side, she flashes me a shocked expression.

“I cannot go around naked all the time.”

Chuckling softly, I say, “That’s what you think, Angel? I think you can. Maybe I’ll burn every stitch of clothing you have with you.” Quietly I scold myself, because if a motherfucker laid his eyes on her I would carve them from his skull.

Pushing a finger inside her pussy, she moans as she leans forward and lays her head on my shoulder.

“Jett,” she whines, sounding like the needy fucking goddess that she is. I slip a second finger inside her as she pants, her breath fanning across my neck.

“Please,” she says as she claws at my back.

“Please what, Angel? Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”

Leaning back slightly, she grabs at my towel, unsuccessfully, I jerk the towel off, a laugh spilling from my throat.

“You only needed to ask.”