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He drives his fingers into me, reminding me that I’m at his mercy right now. Nothing but someone he owns for the time that he’s here. To do what he wants with. To control.
My eyes open lazily and find his gray ones staring back at me. I arch, desperate for more of him. More of his fingers, more of the palm of his hand rubbing roughly against my clit.
“That’s right. Ride my fingers. Make yourself come all over my hand.” He leans in and whispers, “Then I’m gonna put the same fingers in your ass.”
I whimper, and he slams his fingers into me, hooking them inside. His hand moves from my face to my throat, tightening to the point that my breath hitches. I grind down on his fingers, thighs quivering, breaths, shallow as they are with him choking me, coming out shaky. And still our eyes bore into each other’s, his stare intense, demanding I give him my orgasm.
Then he’s coming forward, mouth crashing down on mine. It’s him biting on my lower lip that pushes me over the edge, though. That pain mixing with the hurt of his fingers stretching me that makes me gasp, makes me moan into his moan, makes me beg.
“Jackson. Please don’t stop,” I plead.
He sinks his teeth into my jaw, making me scream out.
“You don’t get to tell me when to stop. You’re mine.”
He yanks his fingers out of me, roughly turning me around and shoving my thighs apart. His hand goes to the back of my neck, holding me down as his wet fingers trail over my ass cheek until they’re at the tight hole that’s begging for them, their pain and pleasure. I arch my back, and then his weight is suddenly on me, his mouth at my ear, and the sound of his zipper dragging down filling the room.
“You wanna be greedy?” he harshly asks. “Then I’ll make you scream.”
His fingers are gone, and a second later, the tip of his cock is there. He begins entering me, and I cry out into the pillow…
My alarm blares and everything stops. From one second to the next, Jackson’s weight on me disappears, the pressure of his cock entering me is gone, and his dirty words fade. I open my eyes to find I’m back in my bedroom, lying very much alone in my bed, damning everything. My alarm, my phone, the fucking sun for shining. Everything that’s just a reminder that I’ve once again dreamed of Jackson, and that it was once again, only a dream.
I groan as I pick up my phone and press the snooze button. Maybe if I go back to sleep right now, I can return to my dream. But I know it won’t work. It hasn’t worked any other time. No matter how much I’ve wanted to get back to him, even if it can only be in my mind. Another thing to damn. Him. Jackson.
I’ve been dreaming about him for four months, and it’s all his fault. Ever since my party where me, Sophie, and Lexa got dared to tell our deepest sexual fantasies. I’d almost been too distracted by how nervous I’d gotten telling everyone I wanted to be controlled, taken against my will, but not… really, to noticeJackson’s reaction. But I hadn’t missed it. I hadn’t missed how his eyes had glazed over with instant lust. Or that he had to discreetly adjust his cock in his pants when he stood up for his own dare. Or that every time we’ve been together ever since, he’s watched me like I’m his next meal. Like he’s starving for it.
And God, I want to be eaten, in more ways than one. But I know it isn’t a good idea. To sleep with my sister’s future brother-in-law. It would only lead to drama between me and him, and it would bleed over into our newfound dynamic between my sister, Sophie, our best friend, Lexa, and Sophie’s boyfriend, Lawson, or Law, and his best friends, Jeremiah and Ezekiel. It isn’t worth it, even if I want him in ways I will never admit. Even if I want him to do things to me, with me, that he never can.
My alarm goes off again. Have I really just spent the last ten minutes thinking about him? I don’t know why that still surprises me. That man takes up much more space in my mind than I know I should let him. Throwing the blanket off, I ignore how wet my panties are and get out of bed, ready to start another day the way I have so many others. With Jackson filling my thoughts.
“Asshole,” I murmur as I get out of bed. “Ouch. God damn it.”
I rub where the box hit my shin. My bedroom is full of them. Today is moving day, finally. But that also means being near Jackson. I couldn’t very well turn down him coming with Law to help me move. And knowing they’ll be here in half an hour, I finish my walk to the bathroom to get ready.
My doorbell rings as I’m putting my hair into a ponytail. I open my door while rolling my eyes.
“You act like you don’t still have a key,” I say.
“Excuse me for not wanting to burst in while you’re possibly walking around butt naked,” Sophie teases. Then she leans in towhisper, “Although I’m sure Jackson wouldn’t have minded at all.”
My eyes shoot behind her, to where Jackson and Law are laughing with each other by Jackson’s car. God, did he have to wear such a tight shirt and shorts? Every single muscle is on display with the way his shirt strains around his thick biceps and clings to his flat stomach. His shorts show off his thighs and tattooed legs. The same tattoos that cover his arms, neck, and hands. I’ve spent so many nights with my hand between my thighs picturing where else I think those tattoos are.
“Are you… blushing?” Sophie asks.
I look back at her with a glare. “No. It’s just freaking hot.”
“It’s barely seventy degrees today.” She laughs. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Yet.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
She shrugs. “If you don’t get a move on it, I might just let it slip that he’s been in a dream or two.”
“I didn’t even tell you anything that happened in the dreams, just that he was in them. For all you know, we were playing chess.”
“Yeah, and the king and queen were fucking.”
I gasp, then laugh as she walks into my apartment. “If you weren’t pregnant, I’d trip you right now.”
