28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

-Alison-

As always, Jared's hunger was insatiable, especially after our time apart. When he woke me the next morning with kisses and his hands roaming my weary body, I gently seized his wrists, sensing his disappointment.

"We spent the entire evening like this yesterday," I reminded him.

"Then let's continue," he growled in my ear, but I turned to smile at him over my shoulder.

"No, we have someone to save."

"Three days, Alison. I mentioned this yesterday. All we can do now is wait," he reasoned.

"I still think we should drive out there, so we're prepared," I suggested.

"My men are keeping watch. Now let me taste you again," he pleaded.

"You're impossible," I teased, though his kisses on my neck and hands on my breasts made me weak.

"You love it," he countered, continuing to tease and arouse me, but I halted his advances. As I moved to get cleaned up and dressed, Jared followed me like a persistent puppy, his advances relentless. When I reached for panties in the closet, he playfully pushed them down, wrapping his arms around me from behind and inhaling my fresh scent, tinged with a hint of vanilla from the spray I used in the bathroom.

"We're not in a rush," he reminded me.

I rolled my eyes, finding it difficult to resist his playful demeanor. However, I knew that once he got me all docile, I would surrender completely.

"Do you think you can still be gentle with me?" I asked.

"I was last night," he assured with a smirk.

I turned in his arms and reached down to pull my panties back on.

"They don't belong there," he remarked.

"I'm not sure you understand how underwear works," I chuckled, then pushed him gently until he landed on the small couch in the middle of the room.

As he realized my intentions, watching me lower myself to my knees, he leaned back, resting a hand behind him and grasping a handful of my hair.

"Now, remember to be careful. My face is still bruised. No taking control," I instructed.

He groaned, clearly frustrated by my ability to give commands due to my injury, but I relished the power. Running my tongue along his thick and eager cock, already on the brink of orgasm, I sucked on the tip. His hips jerked, his grip tightening, dangerously close to taking control. So, I pulled away, removing his hand and placing it on the bench beside him.

"No using me," I asserted.

"You don't give orders," he snarled.

"Do you really want to risk causing more damage?" I challenged, and he glared at me for a moment before begrudgingly relenting.

"Once you're back to normal, you know you're going to pay for that, right?" he inquired.

"Yes, but until then, I get to play."

He didn't seem displeased by that, so I leaned down to take him inside again, this time engulfing his entire length. He groaned, arching his back, and I heard the leather of the couch creak as he tightened his grip around it.

"Oh, fuck, Alison," he panted, and I continued to tease his throbbing cock. He was on the brink of climax once more, completely overwhelmed by his desire for me. I reveled in it, taunting him with deliberate movements and moaning around him while he trembled beneath me, his eyes burning with longing.

"Move faster," he demanded.

Ignoring his command, I teased the tip with my swirling tongue, causing him to gasp and fight against the pleasure.

"Do that again, and you're going to finish me," he warned, his voice strained with effort to maintain control.

"You mean this?" I repeated the action, eliciting another curse from him. Just before he reached his peak, I enveloped him completely, allowing him to release into my mouth. As he trembled, emptying himself, I swallowed his cum, humming in satisfaction, while he surrendered to my mercy, his curses fading into the air.

When I pulled back, cleaning him with care, he was left panting, his eyes half-closed, clearly frustrated by his lack of control.

"Now we go," I declared, ready to continue our mission.

-Jared-

There wasn't much to occupy our time. After arriving at the location where my men were keeping watch over the only road leading to the house, we parked, and I went to talk to them. Alison followed me, asking her own questions, her professional energy surrounding her. Her focus on the task at hand only heightened my desire for her, though her mind remained fixed on the house.

I also wondered how Julia was faring. She had been distraught when I handed her over to Dominic, but I hoped a night in the house might have brought her some clarity. Her well-being depended on her own resolve. I just hoped they hadn't already manipulated her too much. She seemed both aware and childlike.

After the briefing, Alison leaned against the car, arms crossed and was absentmindedly biting down on her nail—a telltale sign that something was bothering her. I walked over to her, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

"Two more days. Then Julia will act when night falls," I reminded her.

"Why three days? Jared, that's so long!" she exclaimed.

"It's 72 hours,"

"72 hours where they can manipulate her and hurt her!" she protested.

"She needs to gain their trust."

"Her father is in there," she stated.

"So they did take him," I mused aloud.

"Yes, but I don't know if he made it through another night. Dominic didn't seem to like him and wanted to avenge what happened to Mila and the problems he caused. I think he's just letting him suffer a slow death."

"Damn, that's what I wanted to do," I growled, crossing my arms in frustration.

"Let it be. Julia is more important. You know that even though it creates chaos, it will be hard to enter, right?" Alison cautioned.

I nodded. "I'm fully aware. That's why I'm burning the place down."

Alison drew back slightly, but then a smile spread across her lips.

"You have no intention of getting caught in a lengthy shootout, do you?" she asked.

"No, why would I do that?" I replied smugly, and she smiled up at me, wrapping her arms around me.

"God, I love you," she murmured before pulling me close and kissing me softly. "You're amazing."

She kissed me again.

"And strong."

Another kiss, and I felt a tremble starting to build within me.

"And brave."

What was she up to? I wondered.

"And you make me feel so good," she continued.

"Are you trying to get me hard out here?" I accused.

"Is it working?" she inquired.

"I thought we agreed not to let ourselves get distracted," I countered with a smile.

"Yes, but now I'm all caught up, and we can only wait, right?" she reasoned.

I nodded, and Alison glanced around at the group before leading me into the car. We climbed into the back, and as soon as I closed the door, she was on top of me. She wriggled out of her pants, and I quickly undid my belt, eager to be inside her again. Just seeing Alison so desperate to connect with me was enough to drive me wild.

She managed to slip off only one pant leg, not bothering with the other, before helping me out of my pants. Grasping my hard length, she positioned herself and took it slowly, rubbing her clit with the other hand as she descended.

"Oh fuck, yes," I panted, leaning my head back.

I seized her hips, trying my best to let her set the pace. Once she had me fully inside, she established a rhythm, and I leaned in to capture her lips.

"I can't fucking exist without you," I growled, and she smiled, quickening her pace.

"I know," she taunted.

"Tell me you love me again."

"I love you," she whispered.

"Fuck, say it again," I demanded.

"I love you."

I wrapped my arms around her, urging her to go faster, and she cried out when I pulled her down on me, driving deeply.

"I'm the only one, right?" I asked, my obsession craving validation.

"Ah yes, of course."

"I'm the only one you've ever truly loved, isn't that correct?" I taunted.

"Mm, yes. I've never forgotten you. I loved you first!"

"Oh, shit, yes, you did. You're fucking mine," I growled, the car rocking with our movements, our desperation mounting until we both exploded in pure bliss, unable to hold back.