Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
This is just another way for him to humiliate me.
My fury returns with a vengeance and I clamp down on his tongue with my teeth.
“Shit!” He jerks back and clasps his mouth giving me the opportunity to break free.
I scramble to the edge of the bed but just as my feet touch the floor, Jackson wraps his arm around my waist and yanks me against him with my back flush to the hard wall of his chest.
He dips his head and captures my right ear lobe between his teeth and nips it with just enough force to make an involuntary yelp escape my lips.
“You can fight me all you’d like but just remember, I bite back.” He groans into the curve of my neck.
Surely, I’ll wake up from this very fucked up dream any second now. I did my nails into his forearm but his hold remains firm. I’m a peon in the grips of the Hulk and somehow, I’ve made him angry.
“Let go, Jackson!”
“Never.” He buries his face against my neck and aggressively sucks on my skin as if he’s trying to mark me.
Despite my attempts to get break away from him I remain trapped.
Using his free hand, he fondles my breasts and my mind short circuits. I freeze but an unfamiliar heat surfaces within me that I can’t control.
He squeezes and molds my now aching boob in in his palm. “You’re so soft. Just like I knew you’d be.” Jackson proceeds to plant kisses along my jawline and neck.
Goosebumps forms along my prickly skin and that fire within my core slowly spreads throughout my limbs.
“Jackson, this isn’t right,” I whisper. Even I’m not convinced by my weak protest and apparently, neither is Jackson because he finally loosens his hold. But not to set me free, but to push me down on the bed.
“You don’t get to speak to me about what’s right when you were in here with another guy, giving away what’s rightfully mine,” he states in a low gravely tone that sounds a lot like a growl.
Huh?
Rightfully his? Yep, this is definitely a dream. There’s no other explanation for what is going in right how.
I don’t have a chance to mull over his statement because once again he takes me by surprise. I’m not sure how it happened so fast, but the next thing my brain registers is Jackson is on top of me and he’s pushed up my tshirt and bra setting the girls free.
Instinct pushes me to cross my arms over my chest. No one has ever seen me like this before and I never thought Jackson Champion. My weight has always been a point of contention for me for as long as I can remember. So its no wonder it’s one of my biggest insecurities when I eye my love handles and other imperfections in the mirror.
Instant shame seizes me, and I wonder what Jackson must think of me without clothes hiding my flaws, like my rounded belly and stretch marks.
I try to cover myself but he captures my wrists again and secures them both in one hand. “Don’t. I want to see all of you.”
“So you can make fun of me?” I glare at him not bothering to disguise my self-loathing and bitterness from my voice.
He shakes his head. “No, so I can do this.”
Jackson cups one of my breasts and lowers his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
I gasp as the wetness heat of his tongue circles that bud that comes alive in his mouth.
“Jackson no,” I whisper.
What’s wrong with me? I should be fighting him with all my might. He’s my enemy. I hate him…I— “Oh my god!”
He releases my wrists cups my pussy through my jeans. My body involuntarily jerks and that fire he’d ignited now burns so hot I can no longer keep still.
He bites down on my nipple and I cry out more from shock than pain. As he continues to stroke my pussy, he switches his attention to my other breast, giving it the same hungry attention he did to the other, licking, sucking and nibbling it until each pulsing sensation shot right to my core.
What is happening to me. I shouldn’t want this. My brain wants me to fight him but my body refuses to cooperate. I find myself in a huge conundrum.
I’m not sure what I fear the most. That he won’t stop.
Or that he will.
He raises his head and our eyes lock. “You’re so warm down here,” he groans, almost more to himself than to me.
Jackson lets go of my wrists and this gives me the opportunity to escape him, but I don’t take it. Instead, I’m immobilized from the intensity of his stare.
Again he lowers his head until our lips touch but he quickly pulls away and chuckles. “The only one who gets to bite is me.”