Watching Her: A Dark Romance (Keep Me Series Book 3)

by Angela Snyder

  "Very good, Katya," Wraith praises me, and I beam up at him.

  I like to think that maybe one day Wraith and I could become very good friends. We're both closed off from the world around us but willing to open up for the right person. I could be his person.

  And after a very brief break from serious, he's right back to business. "Lie down on the mat. Let's try that move out again we were working on yesterday."

  And just as we start wrestling on the mat with me trying to break out of Wraith's grip, that's when Jax enters the gym.

  His eyes find us immediately, and I can practically hear the cogs in his brain working and know exactly what he's thinking.

  I keep struggling against Wraith, his giant body pressing me down and instructing me to break his hold. Except, I start to really fight against him, grunting and screaming.

  Jax stands off to the side, just watching.

  This is what he likes.

  This is what turns him on.

  And I kinda like it.

  After a few more minutes, I finally break away from Wraith. And that's when he spots Jax over in the corner. "That's enough for today," Wraith tells me. "I'll give you a day or two to recuperate."

  I smile at him and then turn my attention to Jax. He's staring at me with a strange look on his face. "Hey," I tell him once I get within earshot.

  But he doesn't return my greeting. No, instead he grabs me by my elbow and leads me out of the gym, practically dragging me.

  Shit. He must be jealous again even though I specifically explained to him my true feelings for Wraith. I like him solely as a friend, and I was using him that night we made out.

  "Jax, what's wrong?" I ask, breathing hard not only from the workout I just had but because this silent treatment has me thinking the worst.

  Jax continues to be mute, only digging his fingers into my flesh as he forces me out a back door and outside. The sun is shining, but we're hidden in the little alcove's shadows.

  "What is going on with you?" I ask him, worry lacing my voice. He's really starting to scare me.

  He says nothing, but turns and pushes me against the wall. I barely catch myself with my hands against the siding. "Fuck, Katya," he breathes, caging me in and pressing his erection against my lower back.

  A sigh of relief escapes me then. He's not mad at me. He's just really fucking turned on from seeing Wraith and me rolling around on the mats again.

  "You drive me crazy," he whispers into my hair before grasping the hem of my yoga pants and pulling them down to the top of my thighs.

  "Yeah, you've told me that before I think…once or twice," I quip. That's Jax's go-to phrase.

  With my ass exposed, he reaches down between my legs and toys with my clit while the other hand grips my ponytail. Hard. He pulls my hair, making me crane my neck. And then his mouth is on my skin, licking and nibbling.

  I moan out loud against his ministrations, and I'm soaking wet for him in record time. He thinks I drive him crazy? He has no idea what kind of effect he has on me. It's as if I can't get enough of him. He's like my own personal, dangerous strain of heroin. And I'm completely and utterly addicted.

  "I need you. Now," he groans before releasing me.

  I hear him undoing his jeans, and then he's lining his big, thick cock up between my thighs. Without any warning, he grips my hip and thrusts into my wet heat all the way to the hilt on the first thrust.

  I cry out against the wall, slapping my palms against the siding. He pulls out agonizingly slow and then enters me again with as much force as the first time. I cry out again, not being able to silence my cries even though we're outside and people can probably hear me.

  "Yes, Katya," he hisses next to my ear. "I want to hear you. I want everyone to fucking hear you."

  He pulls out slowly one more time before thrusting back in, making me bite my lower lip to keep from screaming. But when he fills me up, he starts fucking me in short, shallow thrusts, hitting that spot inside of me that has me seeing stars.

  "Yes, Jax!" I cry out, my fingernails digging ineffectually into the hard wall.

  He pulls on my ponytail, dragging my lips to his so he can devour my mouth, hungrily, without mercy. Each hard thrust of him inside of me is borderline painful, but I love it and only want more, as much of him as I can get.

  Jax fucks me with abandon, like an animal. And when he releases my mouth, he growls out deeply, "Mine."

  A smile graces my lips at Jax's possessiveness. He must have been insane with jealousy when he saw Wraith and me in the gym. And now he's taking it out on me, punishing me in the very best possible way.

  "Please, please, please," I beg without even knowing really what I'm begging for. Definitely not for him to stop. That's for certain.

  He moves his hand from my hip and moves it between my legs, his adept fingers finding my clit with ease. He strokes me with his long, thick fingers, and it brings me close to the edge in the matter of a few seconds.

  He knows exactly how to play me like a finely tuned instrument that only he has the sheet music for.

  "Jax!" I cry out as I shatter around his fingers and cock, my inner muscles gripping him tight as he growls in response.

  "Oh, fuck, Katya," Jax swears before pulling out and exploding all over my backside. I can feel his warm seed coating my skin, marking me.

  When he's spent, he falls against me, pressing us up against the wall. His ragged breaths are at my ear as I try to calm my own breathing.

  Every time with Jax is amazing. And just when I think it can't get any better…it does.

  After a while, he pulls back, taking off his t-shirt and cleaning me up before pulling my pants back up.

  Him standing there shirtless makes my stomach flip-flop. He is so lean and muscular, and his ripped abs have me biting my lip to stop from moaning out loud or saying something stupid.

  When I peer up at him through my lashes, he has a cocky smirk on his face. "Well, now that I got my workout in today too," he jokes, "let's go see what Maria made for lunch."

  He opens the door for me, and I can't help but smile. The smile lasts all the way through lunch and most of the day. I don't think I've ever smiled so much in my entire life. And although it scares me that Jax could totally break my heart someday soon, I allow myself to pretend for just a little while that I finally found my prince, just like in a fairy tale.

  CHAPTER 31

  JACKSON

  WE'RE ALL GATHERED around the table, eating dinner together and talking. I'm sitting beside Katya on one side while Lucien and Wraith occupy the other side. It's the first dinner where all four of us have actually attended at the same time.

  I practically had to force Lucien out of his office, and he reluctantly relented.

  Eventually.

  Okay. Well, maybe after I practically begged and bribed him.

  But that's beside the point. He's here, and that's all that matters.

  It's good to get him out of that office and away from his obsession over finding Adeline. For at least a little while anyway.

  I know deep down in my soul that we'll find her again and bring her home. It's only a matter of time. I just wish my eternally brooding cousin could hold onto my own optimism.

  I squeeze Katya's hand under the table, and she turns and smiles at me before continuing on with a story about something Maria told her the other day.

  And then, I watch in disbelief as Lucien cracks a grin at Katya's animated tale. I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not fucking dream and…yep, he's actually smiling.

  Even though the two of them aren't the best communicators in the world, Katya is slowly opening up more to Lucien and vice versa. They aren't in the friend zone yet, but I have no doubt that they could end up there someday.

  If I allow myself to think about it, I could imagine the four of us growing old together.

  Katya and I married.

  Adeline and Lucien married.

  Kids.

  Maybe some grandkids.

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p; A picturesque future.

  I can't help it when my eyes stray over to Katya as she giggles at something Wraith said. She's so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at her.

  And I realize in that moment that I'm falling so fast for the girl that it scares the hell out of me.

  The past few weeks have worked a miracle on her without a doubt. She looks happy and healthy — two things she definitely wasn't when I first met her. And it makes me swell with pride knowing that I helped her.

  But clearly, there's been more than one miracle here.

  Katya gives me hope for something I never thought I could have.

  I don't want to just sit back on the sidelines and watch other happy couples. I want to be happy and be in love, get married, have a family — things I never thought I ever wanted.

  And even though I'm afraid I'll push her away somehow or she'll just end up leaving anyway, I decide to live in the moment and focus on today and tomorrow.

  Baby steps.

  I just need to show Katya how much she means to me and hope that it's enough to make her stay here with me.

  Forever.

  CHAPTER 32

  KATYA

  AFTER DINNER, JAX and I go up to his room. He leads me, holding my hand and is unusually quiet. Usually it's all I can do to stop his mouth from running and cracking jokes.

  I'm starting to get freaked out by the time he pushes through his bedroom door, but my paranoia is quickly replaced with confusion when I see the room lit with what must be over a hundred candles.

  The soft glow in the room gives me goosebumps as I look up at him questioningly when he turns to look at me.

  "I thought we could try something a little different tonight," he whispers as if he's afraid to say the words too loudly.

  He pushes the door closed behind me and cages me against the wood. Leaning down, he captures my lips with his in a soul-searing kiss.

  The kiss is electrifying, scorching me down to my very marrow.

  My hands slowly creep up between us, and I fist my needy fingers in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. It's as if my body craves him to be as close as humanly possible, but then even that is sometimes not enough.

  His hands leave the door and travel down the length of my body, gripping my hips roughly to thrust me up against him. I gasp when I feel his erection digging into my stomach. And, as soon as my lips part, he takes it as an invitation to invade my mouth with his tongue.

  A battle ensues between us, our tongues both trying to dominate the other one, but I eventually relent. I don't want to fight him anymore. Deep down I want to give in, and I think now is the time to do just that.

  He growls in response as he realizes my surrender in the way I go pliant in his hands like putty that he can mold and shape into whatever he wants.

  He pulls back, and I draw in a much needed breath. His lips graze down my jaw and then my neck. A shiver runs through me when his warm breath rushes over my skin.

  I lean my head back against the door, panting hard as he continues his descent, dropping to the floor on his knees. His skilled fingers undo the button and zipper on my jean shorts, and then he's pulling them, along with my panties, down my legs.

  I step out of them and stand before him, bare from the waist down.

  Jax wastes no time before he grabs my leg and lifts my knee up to rest over his shoulder, spreading me wide before him. His wet, hot mouth plants a line of kisses up the inside of my thigh, leaving licks of fire in their wake. I arch towards him in response. He drives me mad with lust, and I never realized how truly impatient I was until I met Jax. He makes me want everything he does right that instant. And if I don't get it, it pushes me completely off the edge of sanity.

  "Please," I beg.

  "Shh," he shushes me before placing another kiss on my other thigh.

  He slowly slides a finger along my slit, and I can barely contain the groan threatening to escape. But when his tongue lashes out against my throbbing clit, I let out a long, loud moan, no longer worried about trying to hold anything back.

  "You're so wet already," he whispers before blowing a soft puff of air against my most sensitive area.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the cold spreading across my wetness. I feel like I'm dripping wet for him. Hell, maybe I am.

  "Please, Jax," I beg again.

  He leans back a little. "Touch yourself for me, Katya. I want to watch you," he says, his gray eyes meeting mine.

  Gently, I glide my hands past my aching breasts, skate along my stomach and stop at my apex. The moment my index finger glides along my seam, I inhale sharply at the sensation. He has me completely on edge already. "Oh, Jax!" I gasp.

  "That's my girl," he says with a smirk as he watches me. "Show me how you touch yourself."

  My fingers flit over my clit as I imagine his hands on me instead, which is what I desperately want and need.

  I watch him watching me, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever done in my life. And when he reaches down to free himself from his jeans, I almost spontaneously combust at the sight of his thick, hard cock in his hand. He pumps it slowly, his eyes closing for only a moment before he's watching me once more.

  My hips undulate, my orgasm racing faster and faster to the finish line. But I don't want my touch to bring me to the end. "Please, Jax. I need you!" I gasp.

  Jax smiles at my words. He knows he's torturing me…and he loves every second of it. "Tell me what you want, Katya."

  "You. Your mouth. Lick me, taste me, fuck me," I groan, the words tumbling out of my mouth in quick succession.

  I feel his hand push my fingers away. And then, he buries his mouth against my tender flesh, and I have to hold back a scream.

  He slides his fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly in and out as he continues to lick and suck at my clit. My head moves from side to side as I wish the approaching orgasm away, only because I know how powerful it's going to be. I'm terrified it might actually break me.

  "Come for me, Katya. I want to hear you scream my name," he says before his hot, wet tongue circles against the swollen little bundle of nerves.

  I shatter around his mouth, screaming his name at the top of my fucking lungs. "Jax!" I cry out, trembling against his hands as he continues to sweep his tongue over my clit again and again, causing me to ride out wave after wave of the soul-shattering orgasm.

  I'm barely aware of him standing until his arms are once again caging me in. Jax twists his fingers in my hair and holds my head in place while he ravages my mouth with his lips and tongue. I can taste my arousal, and it mixes with our own unique flavors to create a new taste. A taste I could easily crave forever.

  I expect him to take me against the door, to fuck me deaf, blind and dumb, like usual. But Jax once again surprises me by lifting me up in his arms and carrying me to his bed instead.

  I stand there while he strips me of my shirt. My nipples harden under his gaze as he peruses my body, the stiff peaks straining against my bra. I quickly rid myself of the last garment I have left, and he leans down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. He bites gently, and I cry out, but he quickly soothes the sting with a soft lick and kiss.

  "Lie down," he instructs me, and I do as he says while I watch him strip out of his own clothes. He reaches over to his night stand for a condom, and I can't look away while he slips it over his hard cock.

  His body looks like it was sculpted out of clay. He's so tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. My eyes trail downwards past his washboard abs and deep V until they rest upon his thick cock jutting out between his muscular thighs. A sculpture of him should really be on display somewhere in a fancy art museum. I don't think I've ever seen a finer male specimen before.

  "You're staring, Katya," he admonishes with a smirk.

  I smile up at him and meet his eyes. He slowly crawls onto the bed, stopping to drop a kiss on the diamond anklet that he gave me as a gift before positioning himself
between my thighs and resting his weight on his elbows on either side of my head. I never take the anklet off, except to shower. His gift means more to me than he'll ever know.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispers before capturing my lips in a kiss.

  He kisses me softly, sweetly, and this is a whole other side of Jax I have never seen before. Usually, when we're together, it's like an explosion of fuel and fire, combusting and extinguishing quickly thereafter.

  But he's taking his time tonight, not rushing a thing. And I'm in his bed for the first time — something else he's never done.

  Sure, I love the rough, kinky sex that we have and the fact that we can't seem to keep our hands off each other…but this is more. So much more.

  Breaking the kiss, Jax leans on one elbow and reaches down between us to line himself up with my opening, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit a few times, driving me mad with lust.

  He enters me torturously slow, and I can see sweat beading on his brow from the effort to be gentle with me. It's not in Jax's nature to make love to a woman, but I think that's exactly what we're doing right now — making love. For the very first time.

  Once fully sheathed inside of me, he rests his weight on his elbows and fucks me slow, his eyes falling closed from the pleasure. "Oh, fuck," he whispers as a shudder ripples through him.

  Reaching up, I place my palm on his cheek. It causes him to open his eyes and stare down at me. It's as if he's looking right through me to my very soul. "Jax…" My voice trails off as I swallow past the lump forming in my throat. I want to tell him how I truly feel, but I can't seem to force the words to the surface. I want to tell him how I'm glad he kidnapped me, because ultimately he saved me. He brought me back to life when I thought I was completely dead inside with a black soul, unable to be redeemed.

  I wrap my hand around his neck and bring his lips crashing down to mine. Instead of words, I pour my emotion into the kiss. I let him know exactly how I feel with my actions.