Chapter 217 - 0217: Hate Me All You Want (r18+)

Chapter 217: Chapter 0217: Hate Me All You Want (r18+)

Jaxx’s Point of View

"I’ve missed you."

And fuck, I was going to show her just how much.

My hands gripped her hips like a vice, my fingers sinking into her skin as I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene, wet, the way her body clenched around me, the way her moans turned higher, desperate, broken.

Every sound she made unraveled something in me, some tightly wound thread I’d been holding onto for three long weeks. Three weeks of empty hotel rooms and restless nights, of reaching for a phone just to hear her voice and stopping myself because I knew if I called, I’d tell her to get on a plane.

She tried to crawl away... fucking tried, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I pounded into her, my cock burying itself to the hilt every time. But I wasn’t letting her go. Not now. Not ever. The thought of her slipping from my grasp, even an inch, sent something primal clawing up my spine. It terrified me, how much I needed this, how much I needed her, but I’d stopped fighting that particular truth a long time ago.

"You think you’re going somewhere, princess?" I growled, my grip tightening as I yanked her back against me, her ass flush with my hips, my cock throbbing inside her. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing her ear.

"You’re mine." My free hand slid up her spine, tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to feel her shudder, to hear the way her breath hitched. "And I’m going to fuck that into you until you remember it."

Then something dark rose in my chest, the image from the club flashing through my mind again - him, leaning into her, her laugh, and I couldn’t stop the words from coming. Jealousy wasn’t a feeling I recognized in myself before her; now it lived under my skin like a second heartbeat, constant, gnawing, impossible to ignore.

"Was this what you were about to give to that Daniel guy?" I growled, my thrusts slowing, deep, deliberate, my cock grinding into her while my hand fisted in her hair. "Were you about to let him see you... all of you? Touch you?"

"No," she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling under me. "We were just having drinks, I didn’t even know the guy. And what does it even mean to you if I had let him?"

The words hit something in me, something raw and unguarded, and I pulled her head back further, my lips at her ear, my voice dropping to something low and dangerous.

"What does it mean to me?" I slammed into her, hard, once, twice, and she cried out. "It means everything to me, Elena. It means I would have put a bullet in him before he ever got the chance. It means that for ten years, every man who looked at you... including Graham, has been walking around breathing my air, and I let it go, because I was patient, because I was waiting for you to come to me yourself. And you did. You came to me. And then I leave for three weeks and find you letting some stranger buy his way into your evening."

"I wasn’t letting him anywhere..."

"His hand was on yours, Elena. I watched it. I watched you let it sit there." My thrusts picked up again, relentless, punishing, each one driving my point deeper than my words could. "So tell me. If it doesn’t mean anything to me... why is your pussy clenching around my cock like this while I tell you I’d kill for you? Why are you dripping down my thighs? Hmm? What does that mean, Bambina?"

She whimpered, her body trembling, her moans getting louder, higher, her nails clawing at the couch. But she wasn’t giving me words.

"Exactly," I murmured, satisfaction curling through my chest like smoke. I’d take her silence as an answer. I’d take anything she gave me, honestly, so long as it was real.

I dragged her back by the hips, arching her back lower, spreading her wider, opening her up for me until she was helpless, until she was mine. "Look at you," I groaned, my thrusts relentless, punishing. "Taking me so fucking well."

"You feel that?" I growled, my breath hot against her ear. "You feel how deep I am?"

Her moans were desperate now, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me, begging to come. But she wasn’t getting there. Not yet. Not until I said so. I wanted to savor this, to draw it out until every nerve in her body belonged only to the sound of my voice.

I slowed my thrusts, teasing her, dragging my cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, hard, deep, making her cry out. "Please..." she gasped, her voice trembling, her need so fucking obvious.

"Please what?" I growled, my hand sliding around her throat, tilting her head back further, my lips brushing her ear. "Use your words, Bambina." My thrusts were slow, deliberate, torturous, my cock dragging against every sensitive inch of her, making her whimper, making her beg. "Tell me who you belong to."

She didn’t answer. Not with words. But her body did. The way her pussy clenched around me, the way her breath hitched, the way her moans turned needier, higher... she knew. She felt it. Even if she didn’t want to say it.

"That’s what I thought," I murmured, my thrusts picking up speed again, relentless, possessive. My hand slid down her body, my fingers finding her clit, circling, teasing, feeling how swollen she was, how close she was. But I didn’t let her come.

I pulled my hand away, making her whimper, her body jerking, her moans turning frantic.

"Jaxx... please..." she pleaded, her voice breaking, her body trembling.

"You don’t get to come yet," I growled, my thrusts becoming harder, deeper, my grip on her hips bruising. "Not until you remember who you belong to." My free hand slid back up her body, my fingers tangling in her hair again, yanking her head back, my lips brushing her ear. "Not until you accept it."

Her moans were louder now, higher, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around me, begging for release. But I wasn’t giving it to her. Not yet. I wanted her to feel this. I wanted her to drown in it, to understand that nothing and no one would ever consume her the way I did.

I pulled out almost all the way, my cock throbbing, aching, before slamming back into her, hard, deep, making her cry out. "You’re mine," I growled, my voice a dark command, my thrusts relentless, possessive. "Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to ruin. Mine to protect. Nobody else’s, Elena. Nobody. Else’s."

She whimpered, her body trembling, her moans desperate, broken. "Jaxx..." she pleaded, her voice trembling, her need so fucking obvious.

"We’ve still got a long way to go, baby."

And I meant it.

My hands gripped her hips like a fucking vice, my fingers digging into her skin as I slammed into her, my cock burying itself to the hilt, over and over, hard, deep, relentless. Her body was trembling, her moans turning higher, desperate, her nails clawing at the couch like she was trying to escape... like she could escape.

But I had her exactly where I wanted her. Her back was perfectly arched, her ass lifted, her pussy clenching around me, soaked, swollen, begging for release.

And I wasn’t. Fucking. Giving. It. To. Her.

Not yet.

Not until she broke.

"You fucking bastard..." she hissed, her voice trembling, her words raw, angry. "Let me go... don’t touch me again, you... you evil..."

I chuckled, dark, sinful, my hand tangling in her hair, yanking her up against me, her back flush with my chest, my cock throbbing inside her. My lips brushed her ear, my teeth grazing the lobe before I bit down, just enough to make her whimper, to make her shudder.

"You hate me right now, don’t you, princess?" I murmured, my thrusts slowing, dragging, my cock teasing her, torturing her.

I could feel it... the way her pussy clenched around me, the way her breath hitched, the way her body betrayed her. "Hate me all you want." My hand slid up, my fingers wrapping around her throat, tilting her head to the side, my lips pressing against her pulse point, sucking, marking. "But you’re still mine."

She whimpered as I slowed my pace, my cock dragging out almost all the way before slamming back in, slow, deep, maddening. "Jaxx..." she pleaded, her voice breaking, her body shuddering. "Please... just let me..."

"Begging already? Where’s the hatred, baby?" I smirked, my free hand sliding up, cupping her breast, squeezing, my thumb rolling her nipple between my fingers, pinching, pulling.

She cried out, her back arching, her body jerking, her moans turning frantic. "Y-You... arrogant... stupid... senseless... oh... My God!"

"That’s it, baby," I growled, my lips against her ear. "Hate me more. Curse me. Fight me." My thrusts were slow, deliberate, torturous, my cock dragging against every sensitive inch of her, making her whimper, making her beg. "And I’ll keep fucking you into submission."

She snarled, her body trembling, her voice raw. "I hate you..."

"Good," I growled, my teeth sinking into her neck, sucking, marking, my hand tightening on her breast, my fingers twisting her nipple, making her gasps turn to moans. "Hate me while you drip for me."

My hips rolled, my cock grinding against that spot inside her, the one that made her see stars, the one that made her forget her own name. "Hate me while your tight little pussy milks my cock."

I pulled out... almost, before slamming back in, hard, deep, making her cry out, her body jerking, her nails digging into my arm.

"You evil..." she gasped, her voice trembling, her words losing their edge, her moans taking over.

I chuckled again, my lips brushing her ear. "And you love it."

Then I pulled out... completely.

She whimpered, her body sagging, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pussy clenching at nothing, aching, empty. "Jaxx..." she pleaded, her voice broken, her body trembling, her need so fucking obvious.

"Tell me, Elena," I said, stepping back, my cock throbbing, glistening with her, my chest heaving. "Did you think about him touching you? Even once? Even for a second?"

"No," she said, and her voice cracked on it, honest and furious and wrecked. "No, I thought about you. I think about you all the time, and I hate it, I hate that you make me feel like this, I hate that you can just look at me and I’m..."

"Mine," I finished for her. "You’re mine. That’s the word, Bambina. Say it whenever you’re ready."

I kicked off my shoes, my hands hooking into my pants, shoving them down, stepping out of them. Now I was fully naked, fully hard, fully hers... if she’d just admit it. Something about the way she looked at me then, caught between fury and longing, made my chest ache in a way I didn’t fully understand. Ten years of waiting had led to this moment, this woman, this impossible tangle of want and fear, and still I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else the way I wanted her.

I walked to the bed, my movements slow, deliberate, my gaze locked on her... the way her chest heaved, the way her thighs trembled, the way her eyes burned with need, with defiance. She’d always looked most beautiful like this, I thought... undone, unguarded, mine in every way that mattered even when she refused to say it.

Some part of me wondered if she knew how much power she held over me in moments like these, how a single word from her could bring a man like me to his knees.

I laid back on the bed, my cock standing at attention, aching for her, my arms stretched out, my voice a dark command.

"Come here, princess."