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“I own you, Heather.” I say as my grip strengthens. My other hand reaches for her neck, tightening around it just enough for her to give me a fearful look. She gasps, her voluptuous lips parting between burning red cheeks. I suddenly release her and I grab her suitcase to force her to walk towards the exit. She looks back forlornly, and I eyeball her sidelong as my mind churns.
Heather's jaw tightens as she stares straight ahead, no doubt trying to come up with ways to get out of this situation. But I'd caught her, and a wave of satisfaction ran through my veins. We arrive at my idling car in a flash, and I open the door for her. She looks around, but there is nowhere for her to go as I stand by the trunk, waiting expectantly. She sighs and slides into the back seat, and I close the door, tossing her small suitcase into the trunk and following her.
“Shut the partition,” I demand of my driver.
I grab Heather's arm and pull her around until she's straddling me. She blushes fiercely, but tries to fight back, throwing her arms around and trying to kick me in an attempt to release herself, but I grip her fleshy hips and squeeze in a warning.
“Feisty…” I say in a whisper, my grip on her hips growing stronger as I feel my cock twitching in my slacks, and Heather freezes when her gaze meets mine after all her efforts to fight me off prove to be unsuccessful. My stomach burns, and I reach up under her shirt, unsnapping a few buttons along the way.
“Why— why’re you doing this to me, Jack?” Her voice is low and sultry, betraying the flames swirling in her gaze. I cock my head back, reaching for her cheek, and her eyes flicker to my hand. Her expression is clouded by caution; I love how everything she feels is visible on her face.
“Because it’s exciting,” I growl, grabbing her hand to guide her down to my cock straining against my pants. Heather licks her lips heavily, eyes hooded when they meet mine again. Triumph sings in my veins, and I smirk as I pull back her hair into my fist.
“I don’t want to be exciting,” Heather murmurs softly. I sigh as I unbutton the rest of her shirt, her breasts straining against her lacy, intricate bra. I could feel her heart racing under her chest, her body tensing under my touch. She was trying hard to hide her emotions, but I can sense the desire burning up within her. Suddenly, I feel her hand flexing around my bulge.There it is, I knew she felt the same attraction for me.My grin widens and I breathe harshly.
“You’re a terrible liar, Heather,” I say before forcing her head to mine.
Capturing her mouth, our groans clash as I forcefully tangle my tongue around hers. Heather resists for a brief moment before sinking into me. Her taste is enticing and sweet, and she palms my bulge on her own. I work my fingers under her bra to pinch her nipple as I caress her arm, and she moans. As she fumbles with my zipper, the fire in my gut grows stronger and spreads down my thighs.
“Y— you make me nervous.” She manages to say as I deepen our kiss, and untangle my free hand from her hair to grab her ass and squeeze. I feel her nipples hardening against me as my grip tightens on her curves. Her skin was burning hot and her breathing fast.She likes it.
“How nervous?” I ask in a teasing way.
“Very.” Heather says while she frees my cock from my slacks, choking slightly as she palms my thick shaft. When she pulls back to look down, I smirk and quickly grab her throat to bring her gaze back to me. She flexes her fingers around my cock, obviously enjoying the undeniable tension between us.
Heather stiffens as I unbutton her high-waisted jeans and reach between her legs to circle her hot clit. Her knees dig into my thighs, her face a tortured expression of rapture and the urge to resist.
The sweet scent of her pussy blossoms between us, and I pull back to slip my fingers into my mouth seductively. Heather watches me with wide eyes, her pant hitching in her throat in eroticism.
“Since you tried to run, I’ll have to punish you,” I whisper, holding Heather’s eyes as their fog of desire lifts some. I smirk and push her away from me, and Heather squawks in surprise as she tumbles across the back seat of my car. She quickly rights herself and looks at me, puzzled, as she pulls her bra down and hides behind her shirt. I struggle to ignore the sharp pain rippling up my spine as I adjust my cock back in my pants.
“P— punish?” she stammers, and I nod, as I push her back on the seat again and make my way down to her pussy, burying my face in it to her surprise. I start licking her, first slow and then in fast motions. I then press a finger inside of her as my tongue circles her clit. Her back arches and her pussy drips with her juices, as I tease her for ten more minutes. She was on the brink of release before the car came to a complete stop. I sit back and smile fondly when she looks around in surprise, her pleasure interrupted.
“I believe we have arrived.” Heather sucks in a sharp breath. Popping open the door, I climb out of the car and stretch my legs as discreetly as possible.Fuck, she’s got the body of a goddess.Glancing back, I gesture for her to follow me with a flick of my wrist. “Let’s go.” She was still looking at me in confusion,
“Wait a sec’,” I smirk as she hurriedly started to button her pants. Heather pauses as she steps out of the car, staring in awe at the sprawling mansion in front of her. I begin to move forward, and she grabs my hand to stop me. Even as my skin tickles from her touch, I twist and frown in disapproval. Her eyes twinkle, and I fight the urge to scowl because I already know what she'll say. “Please— please don’t make me do this, Jack.”
“Don’t make you do what, exactly?” I shoot back, and Heather opens her mouth only to stay silent. Slowly, she purses her lips closed, her expression tightening. Tugging her arm, I grunt lowly in satisfaction. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Heather
Palming the grip of a Glock 19, my fingertips tingle as I caress the cold metal. Blood drums in my ears, and I look over at Jack nervously. He crosses his arms, jutting out his chin at me in muted demand.
I know that I’m a good enough shot to shoot him; I can just twist and pull the trigger. As if reading my thoughts, he reaches to tap his chest right where his heart is. I stiffen, holding my breath when he inhales in preparation. “You’ll have to kill me with that one shot. If you think you can, you’re welcome to try. Otherwise, I’d advise you to aim at the paper.”
Jack exudes confidence when he tilts his head towards the target hanging across the basement range. It’s almost blindingly bright how immense his belief in himself is. How accurate his notion of me is. Grimacing, I turn back to the stall and hang my head in defeat. I couldn’t compete with his sheer willpower, and I was stupid to even try. My eyes sting, and I blink sharply before a calloused, hot palm caresses my upper back.
“Don’t think I would put this much effort into just anyone, Heather,” Jack whispers gruffly in my ear, and I twist as he leans away. Is that him trying to comfort me? My mouth dries at the unreadable expression on his face, and I wipe my eyes with my sleeve cuff. Throwing my shoulders back, I take aim with an unsteady hand. Palming the butt of the Glock, I take a deep breath and fire.
The kickback is more powerful than I expected, and I almost drop the gun as the bones in my hand shake violently. Jack quickly wraps his warm, strong palm around mine, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I hold my breath and wait for my heart to leave my throat before opening my eyes and looking at him. His face is hidden behind a soft, thoughtful expression as he stares at the target.
I'd missed the target by a hair's breadth. My arms and chest are covered in goosebumps, and Jack nods.
“Again,” He groans. He steps back, releasing my hand, and looks at me with shrewd, narrowed eyes. I take a few deep breaths, shake my head, and plant my feet. I raise the gun, brace myself for the recoil, and fire another shot. I don't look away as the reverberation rattles my teeth and up my arms. A hole appears in the target, just below the shoulder. “Again.”
By the time I empty the clip, my ears are ringing, and my hand is numb. I hadn’t touched a gun in years, but no one would be able to tell by the paper target flying toward me. Snatching it off the clips, Jack examines it silently. My heart beats hard as I set the gun on the counter, hugging myself.
