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"What do you want me to say, Jayden?" She groaned, her eyes locking on mine. "That I was scared?"
"I know you were scared," I said. "I want to know why."
She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips. She was trying to read me, but she wouldn't get much. I kept my expression neutral, careful not to give anything away that would make her read more into this than it was.
"I don't want to talk about it," she finally said, letting her head fall back to the back of the couch.
"Too bad."
"Why do you care?" She jolted forward, furrowing her brows. "Really, Jayden?" She threw up her hands, twisting to meet my gaze. I kept my expression flat, void of any emotion. "Why do you care?" She hastily pushed to her feet. She was starting a fight to deflect from the subject. I'd play along. I was always up for a good fight, especially if it ended in makeup fucking. "I'm not your friend. I'm not your girlfriend." Peering up through my lashes, the corners of my mouth curved up. This wasn't the direction I thought she would go with this. Just because I didn't put a label on us didn't mean a fucking thing. Sadie was mine. "I'm just here to play your stupid games. My personal life doesn't matter."
I bolted up, wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her into me. Forcing her face up, I leaned down nose to nose, curling my fingers a little tighter around her throat.
"Labels are highly overrated, Sadie," I whisper-hissed. My tone was laced with venom, and my expression was deadly. Her wide eyes locked on mine. "But do not confuse any of this. You are mine. You belong to me. If anyone touches you without my permission, I will kill them." Her throat flexed against my hand on a hard swallow. "If I want to touch you, I will. If I want to kiss you, I will." I brushed my lips against hers. "If I want to fuck you, I will, and every time I fuck you, you will beg me not to stop." My other hand curled around her hip, holding her in place. "And if I tell you to answer my questions, you will. Do you understand me?"
She cleared her throat. "Yes," she whispered, nodding her head.
My gaze trailed down her face from her pretty blue eyes to her full lips. Her tongue swept out, pulling in her bottom lip before biting it, making my dick twitch. My chest rose and fell with long deep, ragged breaths. I couldn't remember the last time a girl affected me the way Sadie did. It went deeper than just lust and desire, and that was terrifying.
I released her throat, twisting to sink back on the couch. Sadie didn't move, pulling in slow deep breaths. She was turned on, and it was scary how much that excited me. Reaching out, I stroked my fingers over the back of her bare thighs before gripping the back of her knees, forcing them to buckle and bring her down, straddling my lap.
My hands curled around her upper thighs, sliding up under her skirt around her ass and jerking her closer. Her weight pressing against my throbbing cock let her know exactly what I was thinking.
My gaze locked on hers; I swept my tongue across my dry lips. My hand slid up her back and neck, tangling in her hair, pulling her face down to me; I whispered against her lips, "Tell me what you want, Sadie." Brushing my lips across her, she whimpered as she ground her hips against mine, feeling every inch of my arousal for her against her core.
I wanted her, but I needed to know what she wanted. Did she crave this as much as I did?
thirteen
SADIE
I didn't wantto answer him because I didn't have an answer to give. I didn't understand because not all trauma is rational. My memory was still foggy when it came to everything that happened that night.
I wanted to forget, and feeling his arousal underneath me was exactly what I needed.
Jayden was rough around the edges. He was possessive, aggressive, controlling, demanding, and protective, all characteristics I'd always hated in a man but something in the way he looked at me with a glare that screamed you are fucking mine turned me on in an indescribable way.
"Tell me what you want, Sadie." His breath feathered across my cheek as his lips trailed down to my lips.
"I want to fuck you," I moaned against his lips, grinding my hips against his, feeling his arousal beneath me. The corners of his mouth turned up.
He leaned back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch. "You want it, take it." Jayden liked to be in control, but he'd heard my words loud and clear. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted the control; no, I needed it, even if only for a minute.
The need to feel physical pain to override the emotional pain was heavy. Pushing to my feet, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Jayden had a way of turning pain into pleasure, and I craved that. I didn't wait for his permission, though I was sure I already had it.
I popped open the button on his jeans before sliding down his zipper. My gaze focused on what I was doing, but he didn't take his eyes off me. Gripping the side of his jeans, he lifted his hips, helping me free his prominent erection. The same erection that had been intimidating the first time we met was exactly what I was starving for.
Wrapping my hand around his thick length, I slowly stroked from base to tip, then repeated the movement. He sucked in a harsh breath when I rolled my wrist, circling his wide head. My gaze flicked up, locking on his heated stare. His throat flexed, and his muscles tensed as his head fell back when my grip tightened, and my speed picked up.
My hand was only a tease; I wanted to taste him—this time on my terms.
Gripping his base, I shifted forward, brushing my lips across his tip. He groaned when my tongue flicked out, rolling around his broad head. The sounds of pleasure send a bolt of electricity straight to my core. Stroking him, I slide him past my lips, tasting every inch of him as I do.
Moving my hand, I took him deeper, "Fuck," he grunted, bucking his hips forward and shoving himself deeper. He was losing control.
His hand slid up, tangling his fingers in my hair. My control was gone, but that sent a thrill surging over me, wondering what he'd do next. I yelped when he jerked my head back, pulling my mouth off him.
Releasing my hair, he rose from the couch. My gaze trailed up as he ripped his shirt over his head, exposing every inch of his torso. I licked my dry lips when he looked down at me, still on my knees, wondering if he was going to do the same thing as the first night we did this.
