Page 74 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

“I know every inch of what’s mine, Mia. The way it trembles only for me. Every sway of your hips, it’s all fucking memorized. You are going to hear me out and then we can get back to the way we were.”

My eyes snap to his as I bark out insincere laughter.

“The way we were? I’m not interested, Jett. We died the night you chose to fuck that whore and left me to walk in and see it. How could you do that to me? Your words mean nothing to me.”

His gaze stays on me for several beats before he speaks.

“If you had any fucking clue what happened. What I have fucking been through. The despair when I-”

I squeeze through the small space between us and he stops speaking and grabs the back of my neck hard but not enough to really hurt me. I yelp anyway, more from surprise than pain.

Jett wraps an arm around my waist and drags me to the bed, forcing me down on it before climbing over me.

With a smirk on his lips he says, “I thought we might need to do things this way. Like a boy scout, I’m prepared.”

Bucking my hips, I pound on his chest with both fists.

“Get off me!”

He pulls my right arm up and against the headboard as he pulls something out of his pocket.

Handcuffs.

“Oh my God. Jett, have you lost your mind? You’re not doing this to me.”

He takes my left hand the same way he did my right and secures my wrist with the other one in the black metal restraints.

“Yes, I have. Living without you is the worst cruel and unusual punishment I’ve ever been forced to endure. Let me tell you, Angel, I’ve been through shit. This has been the worst. You took everything from me. The only thing that ever fucking mattered.”

Bringing my knees up I kick him in the stomach repeatedly. Tilting his head he arches an eyebrow.

“I just wanted you to listen but now you’re making my cock hard. Is that intentional? You want me to snap and fuck you until you can’t remember your real name?”

“No!” I yell.

Leaning over me, he places a hand on either side of my head and stares at me. It’s heated and so intense it causes tingles to spark in my core. I have to ignore them, I can’t let him see the way I feel for him, still. After everything he has done, how he’s hurt me, I still want him. God, I’m stupid.

“No?” He asks with a chuckle, never taking his eyes from mine. His expression tells me he doesn’t believe me.

“Is that your final answer, Angel? Before you answer I already know you’re a filthy liar. I can smell how badly you want me. Your pussy is dripping for me. Isn’t it?”

I can’t breathe. Is he really going to rape me? Did I even know him at all?

Stroking his fingers down my cheek, he sighs audibly.

“Relax Angel. I’m not here to hurt you. When I fuck you again, you’ll be begging for it. Aching for me as much as I am for you.”

He gets off me and sits beside me on the bed.

“Story time. If you interrupt me, I’ll start over. I have six months to myself so I’m fine with however long it takes.”

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Chapter Fifty-Two

JETT

“Six months,” she breathes.