furiously, blood, saliva and tears landing in wet splats on the polished wooden floor.
"Fucking miserable piece of shit," Jaxon growled, thankfully putting his weapon away. The movement quick and efficient, as though he'd done it a million times before.
A shudder racked through my frame at the reminder of what had been happening behind my back, in front of my blind eyes. How had I not seen the truth? What the hell was wrong with me?
"Baby, shhh," Jaxon murmured, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.
His hands cupped my jaw, lifting my face up to his. I hadn't realised I'd been silently crying, tears trickling down my cheeks. I blinked up at the monster before me, my body quivering, my heart palpitating and my mind trying to shut down.
"I'll never let anyone hurt you," he whispered, kissing the tracks of my tears. "I'll always be here to protect you," he added, softly brushing his lips across mine.
I was so numb, so lost, so alone, that I didn't even flinch.
"Tell me," he demanded softly. "Tell me, baby, I gotta hear the words."
I knew what he wanted. I knew I had to say them. And as the words left my lips I felt a part of me just switch off, collapse. Fail.
"I love you," I rasped, my throat threatening to close.
"Yeah, baby," he agreed. "I'm your man and you're my girl, right?"
I nodded, no longer feeling a thing.
"Give your man a kiss, then," he ordered, his fingers tightening over my cheeks.
I followed the command meekly, receiving a growl of contentment from the back of his throat as I pressed my lips to his. Jaxon gripped my hair, pulled back on it to tilt my head, and with his free hand forced my jaw open, so his tongue could delve inside.
I thought I'd stopped feeling. Oh, how very wrong I was.
Rage and disgust consumed me, I reacted by biting his bottom lip and drawing blood.
Kiss me, would he? The lying, manipulative, murderous bastard.
My back was pressed up against the bar top, my neck exposed with a harsh tug on my hair and then his lips were there; bruising, marking, biting, breaking skin and blood vessels, leaving his signature behind.
He pulled back panting, his eyes a steel-blue, bordering on grey. One more sharp tug on my hair, his face marred with a furious passion and then he began slowly laughing. It built, a crescendo of sound that filled me with absolute terror.
Oh, dear God. I had to escape. I had to run. I had to leave now or this madman would lose what tenuous hold he had on his sanity and slice a knife across my neck, put a bullet in my brain. Right then, in that second, I wasn't thinking about my ailing father and what would befall him. I wasn't thinking about ASI's attempts to bring a devious man to his knees and save lives. I wasn't thinking of anyone else but me. Selfishly. Greedily. Desperately.
The will to survive was too great to contemplate anyone else's agendas but mine.
Escape. Freedom. As far from this insanity and horror that I could get.
As far from Jaxon Harding and this world that I could get.
"Baby, you make me burn," Jaxon purred, finally reining in his laughter. "You set my blood alight. All I wanna do is fuck you hard when you get your claws out."
He stepped closer. The movement ominous and a threat, his features only amused and lustful. I couldn't get an accurate reading on this man. The only answer I had was he was crazy. Out of his fucking mind. Mad.
"You bite me one more time," he murmured, "and I won't be held accountable for my response. Wanna bend you over that stool and take my time, but I got business and you look like shit, and your addictive pussy is just gonna have to wait until tonight. When I can spend those heated hours right before dawn feasting on your body, making you scream my name loud enough for the whole damn city to hear. Spilling myself inside you until you're so full up I gotta coat your body with me instead."
A visual I could do without, but thankfully because it was all spoken, my mind didn't file the imagery away as it would an
"Fucking miserable piece of shit," Jaxon growled, thankfully putting his weapon away. The movement quick and efficient, as though he'd done it a million times before.
A shudder racked through my frame at the reminder of what had been happening behind my back, in front of my blind eyes. How had I not seen the truth? What the hell was wrong with me?
"Baby, shhh," Jaxon murmured, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.
His hands cupped my jaw, lifting my face up to his. I hadn't realised I'd been silently crying, tears trickling down my cheeks. I blinked up at the monster before me, my body quivering, my heart palpitating and my mind trying to shut down.
"I'll never let anyone hurt you," he whispered, kissing the tracks of my tears. "I'll always be here to protect you," he added, softly brushing his lips across mine.
I was so numb, so lost, so alone, that I didn't even flinch.
"Tell me," he demanded softly. "Tell me, baby, I gotta hear the words."
I knew what he wanted. I knew I had to say them. And as the words left my lips I felt a part of me just switch off, collapse. Fail.
"I love you," I rasped, my throat threatening to close.
"Yeah, baby," he agreed. "I'm your man and you're my girl, right?"
I nodded, no longer feeling a thing.
"Give your man a kiss, then," he ordered, his fingers tightening over my cheeks.
I followed the command meekly, receiving a growl of contentment from the back of his throat as I pressed my lips to his. Jaxon gripped my hair, pulled back on it to tilt my head, and with his free hand forced my jaw open, so his tongue could delve inside.
I thought I'd stopped feeling. Oh, how very wrong I was.
Rage and disgust consumed me, I reacted by biting his bottom lip and drawing blood.
Kiss me, would he? The lying, manipulative, murderous bastard.
My back was pressed up against the bar top, my neck exposed with a harsh tug on my hair and then his lips were there; bruising, marking, biting, breaking skin and blood vessels, leaving his signature behind.
He pulled back panting, his eyes a steel-blue, bordering on grey. One more sharp tug on my hair, his face marred with a furious passion and then he began slowly laughing. It built, a crescendo of sound that filled me with absolute terror.
Oh, dear God. I had to escape. I had to run. I had to leave now or this madman would lose what tenuous hold he had on his sanity and slice a knife across my neck, put a bullet in my brain. Right then, in that second, I wasn't thinking about my ailing father and what would befall him. I wasn't thinking about ASI's attempts to bring a devious man to his knees and save lives. I wasn't thinking of anyone else but me. Selfishly. Greedily. Desperately.
The will to survive was too great to contemplate anyone else's agendas but mine.
Escape. Freedom. As far from this insanity and horror that I could get.
As far from Jaxon Harding and this world that I could get.
"Baby, you make me burn," Jaxon purred, finally reining in his laughter. "You set my blood alight. All I wanna do is fuck you hard when you get your claws out."
He stepped closer. The movement ominous and a threat, his features only amused and lustful. I couldn't get an accurate reading on this man. The only answer I had was he was crazy. Out of his fucking mind. Mad.
"You bite me one more time," he murmured, "and I won't be held accountable for my response. Wanna bend you over that stool and take my time, but I got business and you look like shit, and your addictive pussy is just gonna have to wait until tonight. When I can spend those heated hours right before dawn feasting on your body, making you scream my name loud enough for the whole damn city to hear. Spilling myself inside you until you're so full up I gotta coat your body with me instead."
A visual I could do without, but thankfully because it was all spoken, my mind didn't file the imagery away as it would an
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