Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
He wants me, and right now, that’s all that matters.
Next I remove my scrub pants and kick them away. When I’m standing there in only a bra and panties, I’m not sure what to do with my hands. My underwear isn’t anything fancy, but at least it matches. Jamison licks his lips as he stares at the simple, soft blue cotton. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. There’s so much in his eyes that I can’t believe it’s only about sex.
“Come here,” he orders, and I walk over to him. My mind is spinning, and I’m wondering what he might tell me to do next. What if it’s too much for me? Hell, what if it’s too much for anyone? Even with all those doubts, my feet keep moving until I’m in front of him. His hand comes up to grip my chin, and his eyes meet mine. “Are you ready to fall, angel?”
“Is that what you want?” I ask him.
Jamison rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, and I slide my tongue out to taste it. “I don’t think you can handle what I want.”
Something stirs in my belly, and I take that as a challenge. There’s a need to give him everything, and maybe it’s because I get the feeling that no one else has. I assumed that life would be difficult for someone spending time in the system, but Jamison has spent years trapped here. There’s no warmth in these walls, and he knows it.
When I part my lips, Jamison pushes his thumb inside. I wrap my lips around it, hollowing out my cheeks, and suck. My tongue slides back and forth, and I see something dark flash in his eyes. He abruptly jerks his thumb out and turns away. His breathing is heavy in the quiet room, and I don’t know what I did wrong.
“Jamison?”
“Don’t say my name,” he snaps, and his shoulders tense. I can tell he’s fighting an inner battle, and I wish he would talk to me. I want to understand, but I don’t know how to get closer to him.
“Tell me what I did wrong.”
“I shouldn’t have brought you down here,” he snaps before turning around and trying to brush past me.
“Wait.” I grab his hand to stop him because I can’t let this end this way. Every day when I lie down in bed, he’s all I can think about. Then, when I do sleep, he’s all I dream of. “Are you scared of me?” Being close to people is scary. They are so easy to lose, and once they’re gone, you're left all alone.
A humorless chuckle leaves him. “Oh angel.” He shakes his head. “I want to do terrible things to you.” Then suddenly he’s gripping my chin again. “Things that are wrong.”
Against all reason, my nipples tighten, and I feel myself getting wetter by the second. "What if I want you to do them to me?"
“How can you say that? Do you even know what you want?” He’s so close I can feel his breath against my lips.
“I want you.” The words slip out, and Jamison’s eyes widen.
Then his mouth crashes down onto mine, and I moan at his possession. His tongue demands entrance, and he tastes me like he’s trying to memorize my essence. When his hands go to my hips, he pulls me against him and grinds his cock into my stomach. I whimper at the contact and wordlessly beg for more.
I feel his fingers at my back a second before he unhooks my bra and then pushes me against the cool wood. My bra falls to the ground as he reaches for my wrists.
“I’ll try to control myself.” His grip is gentle as he raises my arms above my head. The cool metal goes around my wrists before I hear a click, locking them into place.
Fear and desire swirl together in my throat, and it seizes to the point that I can’t speak. All I can do is try and breathe as he runs his hands down my body and then over my bare breasts.
“I want your submission.” He’s laser focused as his thumb brushes over my nipple and he stares into my eyes. “But I want to force it out of you.”
When it comes to Jamison, I’m terrified I’m going to give him more than he’s asking for.
Chapter Ten
JAMISON
Mia’s slight nod is all I need before I bend down and take her nipple into my mouth. She cries out, and a warm shiver of pleasure shakes me to my core. I tongue the hard bud over and over as I bite the tender skin around it and then move to the next.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, and she hesitates. I bite down a little harder on the underside of her breast, and she squeals before doing as I order.