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My eyes widen, the sweat cooling on my body and I shiver. His eyes are full of so much raw lust and desire and rage that it scares the hell out of me.
This man is not the one that I’ve spent years with. That I’ve cuddled with on my coach watching old movies and sharing popcorn with.
This man is a raging psychopath, every drop of that energy focusing on pleasuring me.
And I’m not sure if I should run now or later because he might just be more than I bargained for.
But the look in his eyes tells me that even if I do run, he’s never letting me go.
He owns me. Body, soul and everything in between. That’s what he said and I believe he means it.
Standing, he moves to grab his tie and put it back on, smoothing it out with a big hand. A twinge of lust hits my belly when I remember where those hands were a minute ago.
“Now, I think you understand what I mean, Sasha. I’m a jealous, obsessive, overbearing asshole. But you’ve got me now, baby girl. I’m all yours.”
He saunters out of the room and I fall back on the pillows, exhausted. I’ve unleashed a beast. A beast intent on devouring me.
I hope that all of us survive what I’ve done. I don’t want to lose my best friend. But I have a horrifying feeling that that ship has sailed. We’ve moved to another step in our relationship.
Lovers. Obsessed, reckless lovers. Because as obsessed with me as he seems to be. I’m just as obsessed with him.
CHAPTER6
Jackson
Now, I think she gets it. When I go back to check on her after we land, I find her asleep, the comforter tucked around her body. My heart skips. This. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I’ve been hiding my feelings for her, struggling not to let the animal hiding under the fancy clothes out.
But he’s out. And she’s still here. She’s not hysterically crying. She’s not begging me to let her go. She’s sleeping peacefully. Happily.
My hand moves to caress her long hair. It’s so soft and sweet-smelling. My dick is already throbbing, thinking about all that glorious, flaming-red hair spread out below me or wrapped around my fist while I fuck her from behind.
I shake her shoulder roughly, angrily. My throbbing dick and needy body want her. But I have plans to make. This is my woman. The one that I intend to marry as soon as I can get her to agree and drag her in front of a minister. Or impersonator in Vegas. Doesn’t fucking matter.
If she wants a beautiful wedding, I’ll figure out the shortest one on record. But if I can get her to agree, we’re walking off this plane right now and getting married.
“Sasha, wake up. We need to talk.”
She moans and tries to pull the sheets over her head. “Jackson, I need to rest. It’s been a really long day.”
I rip the blankets off. “It’s going to be even longer.”
She sits up, glaring at me, her hair tousled around her head. “What is it?”
I grunt and growl when I see she’s back in her dress. I was hoping to see her naked again. Like a fucking teenager trying to peep at the girl next door.
“We’re in Vegas. I’m making arrangements for our wedding. I thought you might want to hear what they are.”
Her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth drops open and now I just can’t stop picturing her pouty lips wrapped around my dick. I shift to release the ache, knowing now is not the time. She looks livid.
“What the hell do you mean wedding? We haven’t even been on a date! How do you figure a wedding is how to start off whatever this relationship is?”
“I’m not waiting. I’ve waited since we were in college. I dreamed about you every fucking night, waking up aching and wanting you. I’m not doing it anymore.”
“You didn’t even ask!” she growls, standing swaying on her bare feet.
“I’m not going to either. You’re marrying me. I warned you that you weren’t going to like it when you got all my attention. Case in point.”I nod and point to the door. “Let’s go. We’ve got stuff to do.”
“Like what?” She flounces on the bed and crosses her arms, glaring at me, fire in her eyes.
