17. Jaxcen

Chapter seventeen

Jaxcen

H e did not just say that! He can’t be serious. He was just messing with me before.

“This is a joke right?” I screech, trying to sit up, but with the way my leg is tied to the stupid confessional, I can’t get the momentum.

“This is no joke, little mouse. I said so before. I told you I might decide to send you back carrying my baby.”

Blood rushes past my ears, sounding as loud as thunder.

He’s joking. He has to be.

None of this is making sense.

“I thought you were just saying it to…”

I can feel my cheeks betray me the moment I try to say the words.

“To what?” he asks, gliding his fingers through his cum leaking from me, before he starts trying to push it back inside.

“What are you doing? Stop that.” I squirm.

“Tell me what you were going to say, little mouse. You thought I was saying it, to what?”

I roll my eyes in frustration, even as he keeps shoving his seed back inside me. “To turn me on.”

Chuckling, he shoots me another infuriating wink. “It worked didn’t it? You fucking loved it.”

Even though I did love it, I’m not going to admit it to this man, who has somehow scrambled my brain into not thinking at all and forgetting that he really has kidnapped me .

“Just imagine your fiancé’s face when I send you back not only with my cum running down your thigh, but when you tell him you’re pregnant. That the baby you carry was put there by your kidnapper.” His smirk is utterly wicked, and damn him, the way he keeps touching me is turning me on again. “Imagine Eddie’s face when you tell him your kidnapper made you come so many times that you begged for more.”

A whimper escapes me, and he circles my clit, the fire building quickly again.

“Why are you doing this?” I breathe.

“What? This?” He gestures his head to where he’s circling my clit again. “Or the part about sending you back carrying my baby?”

“Both,” I pant, hating the way he so easily controls my body.

“Well, Jax.” He draws out my name, obviously knowing how much I like hearing it roll off his tongue as he plays with my sensitive nub. “I’m doing this because I want to make you come again, so your needy little cunt sucks my swimmers in so deep, they won’t ever leak out.”

I gasp, even as he sinks two fingers inside me. “And the baby part, besides being a big fuck you to your prude of a fiancé,” he curls his fingers inside me, making my back arch and a moan escape my lips as he continues, “I want to know that when you go back to your life, and try to forget about me, you never will, because every time you look at the swell of your stomach, you’ll remember how fucking filthy we were together, and how fucking perfect it was.”

A strangled moan escapes me as his words do something to me I’m not prepared for, and once again I lose myself in the way this man plays my body like his own personal instrument, sending me over in another crashing orgasm.

“That’s it, beautiful. Take my cum deep.”

His voice is animalistic, and I’ve barely caught my breath when he shifts between my legs and eases his dick back in. The full feeling is something I didn’t expect to crave so much, but I can’t even tell him to stop. There’s no way my lips can conjure the word with how good the stretch feels .

Why do I want him so much?

That thought flutters away as he once again consumes me with every thrust, with every dirty word, with every touch of his hands as they roam my body like they own it.

And perhaps they do.

Perhaps I want them to.

The angle Devon is in, pistoning into me with my butt raised off the floor seems to hit differently than before, and another blinding climax rips through me, making me putty in his hands as he once again roars with his own release, throwing his head back.

Even through my daze, I stare at the veins running up his neck and how prominent they are in this moment, like there’s electricity running through his body.

Did I do that to him? Is it me, or just sex that makes him this way?

I should be scared, but how can I when those dark eyes meet mine again, devouring me with a look of what I can only attribute to worship.

Worship.

This is a whole different kind of worship than I’m used to, and I don’t want it to stop.

Ever.

“Fuck, Jax. Look how full you are,” Devon rasps, his eyes going to my exposed flesh. To the place no one has stared at like this before.

It’s utterly filthy, yet as he once again keeps forcing this seed back into me when it overflows, all I feel is more aroused.

“Dev,” I pant lazily, my lids heavy with exhaustion, yet my libido already ignited and ready to go once again. This can’t be normal. “What are you doing to me?”

“I already told you, little mouse. Making sure your body takes all of my cum.”

I shake my head, watching him watch me through the fan of my lashes. “No. I don’t mean that,” I practically whisper, my words slurring a little.

“Then what do you mean?” he asks before gliding his fingers through my utterly soaked folds.

“I mean…” My eyelids flutter closed, as I speak. “What are you doing to me?”

I’m not making any sense, but when I feel him move over me and his lips press to my ear, a shiver ripples up my spine as his words register.

“I’m waking you up, little mouse. I’m introducing you to your desires.” He nips at my lobe. “I’m showing you it’s okay to explore them, and as long as you trust who you’re doing them with, nothing bad will happen.”

“Do I trust you?” I ask, a little confused as I try to force my lids open, the heat of his breath against my ear has me warming from the inside out, keeping me wanting.

“Not only do you trust me, little mouse, but right now, you trust yourself.”

My eyes shoot open at his words, tears pricking them at how hard his words hit, because trusting myself has been hard to come by since I got sent away as a child.

Devon doesn’t let me think any more about it though, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that would bring me to my knees if I were standing.

It’s slow and sensual. The way his lips nibble and nip, the way his tongue explores every inch of my mouth feels like a claiming, and I never want him to stop.

This time, when he fucks me, it’s unhurried, his leisurely pace making it feel like he’s savouring each graze of his fingers and each stroke of his dick as he stretches me wide again.

It’s sloppy. There’s barely any room left for his thick length given how much of his cum fills me, yet he pushes in, going slow, almost too slow, but when I come again, I can feel it build from deep in my core, and when it hits, it’s like a never ending tornado of pleasure rippling through every cell in my body.

Despite my awkward position, I’m so spent that I no longer feel it. I no longer feel anything. Even when Devon comes inside me again, all I feel is languid. Lax. Practically numb, and not in a bad way.

Right now, I feel so good. Better than I’ve ever felt, and I swear there’s a smirk on my lips as my eyes close, and the deep gravel of Devon’s voice lulls me as everything goes dark, and I succumb to a dreamless sound sleep.

When I wake, I’m wrapped in sheets so soft they feel like a cloud, and a scent so divine I want to bottle it up and keep it for all eternity.

Devon.

I can smell him everywhere around me, yet as I pry my eyes open to find myself back in his suite, in his bed, the man I’m searching for is nowhere in sight.

Slowly, I push myself up, the sheet falling to pool around my hips, revealing my full nakedness. Glancing down at myself, every ache in my body starts making itself known, and images flash through my mind from last night.

The chapel. The confessional. Devon’s belt around the back of my head. His dick in my mouth. The feeling like I was going to throw up each time he made me gag, and the way he looked almost drunk, heavy lids, a sexy smirk, so utterly wicked, as I watched him from my knees, knowing I was the one to make him so ravenous.

A lazy smile kicks up my lips, and I rake my hand through my hair, feeling the knotted mess.

I need a shower.

As I shift to slide out of the bed, I find a note sitting on the bedside table and pick it up to read it.

When you’re feeling human again, you can find me in my office. x Dev

My heart flips.

Why does my heart flip?

It’s not a love letter, Jaxcen.

But there’s an X, and that’s a kiss right?

Ugh. Maybe my brain is conjuring up things that aren’t even real.

Slipping out of the bed, I dash to the bathroom, quickly showering and spending way too long combing the knots from my hair, before I go to my bag to retrieve a dress.

Today, I choose another button down, wondering if it too will be destroyed by the end of the day, and not even caring if it is. Slipping on some pink lacy panties and a bra to match the dress, I quickly get dressed before sliding on my sandals.

Moving to Devon’s full length mirror in the corner of his bedroom, I assess my outfit, but end up staring at my face and neck with wide eyes.

I look a little tired, but there’s something about my eyes, their blue hue seeming brighter somehow. My skin looks like it’s glowing, my cheeks a little flushed, and my lips, well, they simply look thoroughly kissed.

My neck isn’t faring as well, however, with three large marks marring my skin, their deep red and purple tones looking like blood filled bruises.

My lips part as a breath escapes me, and I lean in to get a better look.

Hickeys.

Devon gave me hickeys.

The memory of his lips on my neck comes rushing back, but that’s not the only place I remember him sucking.

My eyes widen as I lift my dress to find another mark on my inner thigh, and then another as I peek down the front of my dress into my bra.

He’s painted me in hickeys.

I should be mad, right?

I should storm down to his office and slap his face.

Hell, I should suck on his forehead and leave a big purple mark there for the world to see.

I’m not angry though. Strangely, I feel worshipped. I feel owned, and not in a bad way. I feel like he deliberately left his mark on my skin so everyone would know who I belong to.

Even Eddie, when I return to him .

The thought makes me queasy. And so does the thought of returning to my life. Working an office job in a finance firm, entering data like that will ever give me fulfilment.

It hasn’t yet. I can’t imagine it ever will.

I also can’t fathom the idea of returning to that shitty apartment that I keep so simple, just to avoid getting a lecture on greed and how the Lord frowns upon it by my fiancé.

“Well, you know what Eddie, the Lord can suck a big one.”

I slap my hand over my mouth, shocked by my own words, but as I slowly release my mouth, I grin at my reflection.

“I fucked another man, Eddie. He made me feel so good. Filled me with so much of his cum that there’s no way I’m not carrying his baby right now.”

My breathing quickens as I realise how much I mean those words, which is shocking, right?

“He fucked my mouth too, Eddie,” I say to my reflection. “Loved it when I gagged around his cock.”

My lips thin before I burst out laughing, and holy shit, I think I’m losing my mind.

That thought is sobering.

I know what happens when I lose my mind, and I don’t want to ever go through that again.

“I feel trapped,” I whisper to myself, tears glazing my eyes. “Why is it so bad to want to feel so good?”

Shaking my head at my patheticness, I blink away my pending tears and straighten up my dress.

My parents and Eddie would frown upon me right now. They would tell me how ashamed they are of my behaviour.

But they aren’t here. And until they are, I refuse to let them ruin my fun.

Jutting up my chin, I roll my shoulders back and take in a deep breath before turning on my heel to go in search of my kidnapper.

Just that thought alone has my mood lifting, the thought that I’m favouring my kidnapper instead of being scared of him makes me feel a little unhinged, and right now, I don’t care.

When I step into the bar, I’m reminded of my outburst yesterday, when I foolishly went behind the bar and took the knife and threatened to stab people.

Ugh, how embarrassing.

“Good day, Miss Summers.” Ronnie, the bartender smiles even though he should probably hate me.

“Uh… hi.” I wave awkwardly, noticing the same old guys sitting at the bar, and the same older couple sitting at the end.

Ducking my head, I hurry to Devon’s office door to hear a female voice on the other side, arguing with him.

Maybe it’s the marks he made on my neck for all to see, or maybe it’s the fact I’m thoroughly fucked and feeling a little more daring than usual, but I shove the door open and walk in with all the confidence of a Kardashian, when really I’m nothing but the little mouse Devon calls me.

“But we need a Santa, and everyone loves you so you need to do it.” Allegra, the teenage girl from yesterday whines.

“I’ve told you a thousand fucking times. I’m not putting a fucking Santa suit on.”

“Why not?” I ask, butting in before two sets of eyes land on me. “I think you’ll look sexy in a Santa suit.”

Allegra screws her nose up. “On second thought, maybe you’re not the right person for the job.”

Devon rolls his eyes at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Good morning, Miss Summers,” Devon rasps, and this time it’s Allegra who rolls her eyes.

“I think I’ll leave before you make use of the mistletoe.” Allegra goes to walk out, but Devon’s demanding tone stops her.

“Not so fast, Allegra. You owe Jaxcen an apology.”

Sighing with noticeable shoulders slumping, Allegra moves closer to me as she shrugs .

“Sorry for talking smack yesterday. I thought you were one of our new girls and wanted to haze you a bit. It’s tradition.” She shrugs, but I’m only left with more questions.

“New girls?”

“You know. Devon’s rescues.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Rescue?” I ask, and Allegra nods.

“You know, like a dog rescue but it’s a woman.” Again she shrugs like that’s no big deal before she walks out, leaving me inside the office with my kidnapper.

My gaze locks onto Devon’s, who is lazing back in his big boss chair behind his desk, looking like the king once again.

A playful grin lights his eyes, and they dart up to the ceiling where the mistletoe hangs.

“Where’s my kiss, little mouse?” he asks, his dark stare returning to mine. “Come here.”

Just like last night, his command has my body obeying, like a puppet made to serve him and only him. He watches me as I move towards him, rounding his desk where he swivels his chair in my direction and reaches out a hand.

Placing mine in his, he tugs me onto his lap, lifting me easily to straddle him, and instantly my body is alight.

“I’m an impatient man, Jaxcen.” He reminds me, hinting that he’s still waiting for his kiss, so I close the distance, my lids falling closed as I press my lips to his.

A deep growl rumbles from his throat, his hand fisting in my hair as he pulls us together leaving no air between us, and parts my lips with his tongue.

I’d only meant to give him a peck, but his idea of a kiss is slow and searing and all consuming and I find myself once again, putty in his hands.

The kiss is leisurely, and sensual, much like the last time we had sex last night. It’s like he’s savouring each brush of our lips and each swipe of our tongues, and I swear, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Is this normal for him? Is this how he is with all the women he sleeps with ?

The thought sends an ache to the centre of my chest, and I pull back, breaking the kiss.

Am I so naive that I’ve fallen for the first man that shows me how good things can be?

Probably.

Because you’re pathetic, Jaxcen.

If Devon knew how into him I am, he’d probably laugh in my face and send me home.

It’s so weird. He literally kidnapped me, yet I’m straddling his lap and just last night let him do depraved things to me, even allowing him to ejaculate inside me when I don’t even take birth control.

You’re going to end up with a disease, you hoe.

Ugh. Shut up, inner voice. I’ve had just about enough of you.

Eddie says his church doesn’t believe in birth control, so I never took it, but now, what if I really am pregnant, and Devon sends me back to deal with the consequences while he moves on to the next woman. Probably the ones here in his town.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” he asks, those dark eyes studying my face, and I worry that if he keeps looking, he’ll see everything I’m trying to hide.

“Is this what you do with all of them?”

He frowns. “All of who?”

“You know.” I shrug, feeling out of sorts talking about this. “All of the women you sleep with. The ones in this town.”

That frown deepens and turns into a hard glare.

“You heard what Allegra said right?”

“I heard her say you rescue women.” I nod. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t sleep with them.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what it means. The women I rescue don’t need a man demanding their bodies, Jaxcen. They need a safe haven.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t sleep with the women here? That you’re really a good samaritan who is what? Protecting these women? ”

“Yes,” he barks, clearly annoyed with my questioning. “You’re the only woman I’ve saved that I’ve shared my bed with.”

“What? You call kidnapping, saving?” I scoff and his glare turns pitch black, sending a chill up my spine.

“I made you believe that I kidnapped you to stop you from telling the cops what you saw me do, but really, you’re here because the man who sent those men to kill me, must have been watching on the cameras. He saw you there, Jaxcen. He saw how I protected you, and decided instead of coming directly for me, he’d go after you first.”

My gaze falls from his, which looks too sincere right now for me to accept what he’s saying.

He didn’t kidnap me to stop me from talking?

He did it because the man that wants him dead has decided to come after me?

“This makes no sense,” I mutter, shaking my head before my eyes lock back onto his.

“If I didn’t bring you with me, he would have killed you, little mouse. So I kidnapped you.”

“But… You were going to kill me.” I point out as heat pricks the back of my eyes. “I was so terrified you were going to take me into the bush and…”

“Yes, I know. Take you to the bush, kill you and bury your body. I remember.”

“Why would you let me think that?” I frown, shoving off him and stumbling to my feet. “Why would you deliberately try to scare me like that? It’s… mean. So horribly mean!” I cry and he curses, springing from his chair.

“Jaxcen, if I had told you what was happening you still wouldn’t have come with me.”

I scoff. “Exactly. There’s no way in hell I would have gone with a crazy psycho who shoots people point blank in a fucking church!” I scream, and his expression hardens, the monster from the church now in this room with me.

“If you hadn’t, you would have been dead by the fucking morning.” He sneers, storming towards me so I hurry backwards, nearly tripping over the coffee table. “He went to your apartment, Jaxcen. He went in armed, ready to fucking kill. If I hadn’t taken you, then you’d already be dead.”

My breath seizes in my lungs at his words, and I find it hard to speak, although I manage it just enough. “How do you know he went to my apartment?”

“When Finn and Miles went to get your things, they planted cameras. It later picked him up, armed and ready to kill before he planted his own cameras.”

My mouth drops open as my eyes burn with tears I’m working hard to keep at bay. “That’s what you and Finn were talking about yesterday. That was my apartment.”

“Yes.”

Not only did Devon’s men go inside my apartment but they planted cameras, which showed a killer coming for me.

“I have to go,” I whisper, tears finally popping free.

“Come on, love. Not this again.” Devon sighs, taking another step forward, and I take another step back, my heels hitting the wall behind me.

“No, Devon. Seriously. If you're not going to kill me then I need to go. What if that man goes after my family? After Eddie?”

“Fuck Eddie,” Devon sneers looming closer. “I’m happy for him to die.”

I don’t know why I do it. I don’t know what comes over me, but anger like I’ve never felt engulfs my entire being and I slap Devon’s face, hard.

The clap is loud in the office, and his head even whips to the side as I gasp, shocked by what I’ve done, my palm burning from the contact.

But it’s too late. I’ve gone and done it. I’ve slapped the monster, and now it’s almost as if his presence grows bigger. Wider. Taller. His already dark eyes turning black as his hand whips out to wrap around my throat, slamming me to the wall.