Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I knew there would be no mending my heart once it was given to him.
Chapter 4
Jackson
“The first time I saw you, you were wearing white.” I watched as the words I said hit her. Even across the large dining room an audible gasp could be heard from her. When I walked in at first, I just stood and watched her. She was standing by the window, looking out over the grounds and the vision was so reminiscent of the first time I saw her, I had to tell her. The only difference was that night I’d gone home alone, to an empty bed and my hand. Tonight Megan would be in my bed and I would be so far inside of her she would feel me for days.
My words made confusion come across her face and once I walked closer I could see those blue eyes cloud with the same uncertainty. I saw more than just that, however. I saw the way her nipples instantly swelled, jutting against the delicate fabric.
“I was?” she asked.
“Governor Hasting’s black and white gala,” I informed her and then I waited while that news sunk in. I occupied the moments it took by letting my hand slide down her shoulders and farther down her back. I trailed my fingers over the indentation of her spine as if I were playing a delicate concerto on a piano—only stopping when my fingertips hit her ass, the dress protecting her from me—for now.
I lied. Another thing different about then were the dresses. Back then she wore an obviously secondhand dress, which revealed none of her body, and yet made her look ethereal and untouchable. The dress I chose for her tonight fit her like a second skin. It clung so tightly to her that I literally saw the outline of her breasts. This made me happy. I’d left her a note asking her to wear only one thing under the dress. I had to wonder if she’d followed my instructions and my cock jerked with the need to find out. When she let out a small gasp of surprise, I brought my attention back to her.
“He hasn’t been governor for—”
“Over three years,” I confirmed. “I’m well aware, Megan,” I added. The scent of her hit me. She reminded me of the honeysuckle that vined uncontrollably on my estate. Wild, sweet and addicting. That was Megan.
And she was mine.
Her long blonde hair was worn loose. It fell in waves down her back. I curled my hand into it so that it pulled her head back just enough to expose her throat. I leaned in close, unable to resist her scent. She trembled against me and my cock pushed hard against the fabric of my suit. I was surprised when the material didn’t tear. Her effect on me was that strong.
I brought my head down and let the tip of my nose run along the fine tendon on the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. I could hear how her heartbeat sped and her breathing became ragged and I fucking enjoyed it. I was a predator and she was my prey. Soon, I would devour her.
“Jackson.” My name left her lips like a broken plea. I knew she was pure. I had been watching and wanting her for far too long to let another man slide in and take her from me. Whenever one showed the slightest bit of interest in her, I found a way to have him removed from the picture. The last man cost me two hundred grand. He thought he’d won the lottery. The idiot. I would have paid more. “Jackson.” She exhaled my name out like a question. Does she know that I’m the answer? Does she know that soon I will be everything to her?
I brought my lips to her skin and kissed the jumping pulse that hammered against her neck and then—because I could—because after all this time she was finally mine, I pulled her body into me and let her feel the hard outline of my cock pressed against her stomach.
“Your nipples are hard for me, Megan. Is that sweet pussy of yours just as wet?” I growled, my voice so low and guttural. It sounded exactly how I felt—an animal held too long in captivity, finally free to savagely fuck his mate and conquer her.
“I… Jackson, we shouldn’t…”
“Answer me and don’t lie, Megan. I own you now,” I reminded her. She might have been a virgin, but I would not allow her to shy away from me. From us.
“I am yours,” she admitted quietly, like a dirty little secret she shouldn’t reveal.
My hand in her hair tightened and I growled in her ear, “Say it. Give it all to me,” I commanded.
“I’m…” She gasped the word, whether from need, fear or pain from the hold I had on her, I didn’t know, nor did I care. I needed this from her. “I’m wet for you, Jackson,” she called out. Her words were stronger this time, soothing the beast inside of me.