QUIVER, BOOK FIVE (A DARK ROMANCE)

by Laura Avery

  No matter how long it took or how nasty it got.

  The thought sent a thrill up and down my stomach.

  His back was against mine; pressing slightly into me while his growing erection pulsated against the inside of his pants and pressed firmly into my ass. “You feel that, you bad girl? It’s been rock hard for hours, just thinking about all the things I was going to do to you when you got back.” He let his hand sink between my legs and roughly cup my sex. “Thinking about how I was going to teach you inch by inch what happens to my good girl when she doesn’t obey the rules; when she acts bad.” He slid his large frame down and cupped one of his massive hands around my ankles, pulling my legs roughly apart. “Spread those fucking legs, Emery.” He moaned slightly. “Yeah, just like that. I want to see that pretty little pussy open and waiting for me.”

  My hands started to tremble heavily along with my legs. I wanted to move so bad, wanted to take my hands down and turn around to touch him. The game he was playing wasn’t fair, he got to touch all he wanted and I barely got to look. “Jackson,” I whispered as I let my forehead rest against the wall.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded forcefully, executing the control I was all too familiar with. I heard him move away from my body but could still feel his gaze on mine as he rustled with something a few feet away.

  “What are you doing?” I asked cautiously.

  “Did I tell you that you could ask any questions, little lamb?” He moved closer to me again, reclaiming the spot between my legs. “I’ll be the one asking the questions here.” He flicked his thumb back and forth over my center a few times roughly. “Starting with where the fuck you ran of too.”

  Even between the fabric of my black leggings, I could feel the sting of his touch. My pussy was throbbing with anticipation and my heart was racing with anxiety. What was he going to do to me? “I told you, I just needed some time to myself,” I said it so low that, even to me, the words sounded muffled. “Everything that happened at your house was a lot to process.”

  His finger plunged deeper inside of me. “If you’re going to lie to me, lamb, at least make it believable.” He leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder fiercely. “Now tell me where the fuck you were.”

  I gasped at the pain and shoved my legs together off impulse, squeezing his hands between my dripping thighs. “I swear! I just needed time! I drove around aimlessly, slept at a rest stop a few times.” Maybe I should have told him about Charlotte, it might have even been the right thing to do, but I had made the decision to process it myself first before I brought anyone else in on the secrets me and her shared. I may have been pissed off at her, sickened by her even, but that didn’t mean I wanted Liam to kill her. And that was exactly what would happen if I told anyone where she was. I wanted no part in another person’s demise.

  Especially a person who I still wasn’t sure of. Charlotte had done some pretty sketchy things but, like Jackson, I had the underline feeling that she wasn’t a bad person.

  “What the fuck did I tell you, Emery?” Jackson yanked my legs apart again. “Keep that tight little pussy spread.” He inhaled my hair and growled into my ear. “Fine, don’t tell me, have it your way.”

  His hands were on top of mine in seconds, pushing them tightly together and looping something thick around my wrist. It took me half a second to realize it was rope when I felt the itchy material holding me firmly in place.

  “W-What are you doing?”

  Jackson looped the knot tighter and gave it a little tug to make sure it was firmly in place. “If you want to act like a bad girl then I’m going to treat you like one, Emery, and bad girls don’t get privileges.”

  My knees felt like they were going to give out from underneath me and I felt my body slide a few inches down the wall before Jackson’s hands were holding me firmly in place again.

  “Easy, baby,” he whispered. “We’re just getting started.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, knowing what he wanted to hear.

  “For?”

  “I’m sorry for being a bad girl.”

  “And?” he prompted.

  “For not following the rules,” I moaned.

  He chuckled huskily. “Save your apologies, little lamb, you aren’t going to make this up to me in words.” He slipped his hands into the waistband of my leggings and tore them down my body, yanking them off my legs and ankles in seconds before throwing them across the room fiercely. “You’re going to make it up to me in actions.”

  I couldn’t help the shot of excitement that exploded in the pit of my stomach. Jackson was going to be inside of me again and this time he was going to take his sweet time doing it, dragging out every excruciating detail.

  His hand started at my ankle and slowly traced its way up the back of my leg before pausing on the back of my knee. “If I get up to that cunt and that sweet pussy is all wet like the nasty girl I know you are, little lamb, then you’re going to be in fucking trouble.”

  I closed my eyes and bit down on the inside of my cheek in guilt, already knowing what he was going to find once he reached my center. Hell, I had been wet since the second I walked into the room and saw him sitting on my bed. I wasn’t delusional enough to think it would suddenly go away. Each second felt like an eternity until he finally arrived at my flower and felt the liquid guilt for himself.

  “I knew it,” he sighed. “You’re really in for it now.”

  It was crazy how much I knew he meant it.

  Chapter Three

  “I’ll be a good girl. Just please…”

  EMERY

  “How long have you been walking around like a wet little slut, Emery, huh?” Jackson was on his feet again, bringing his hand back and smacking my ass roughly. “How long have you had that fucking wet little cunt away from me?”

  “Oh, God!” My ass stung from the contact and I could just picture a red welt already starting to form in the place Jackson had spanked me.

  Jackson smirked. “God isn’t an answer, Emery.” He rubbed his hand over the spot on my bottom he had just spanked in a circular motion. “Do you need some further motivation to speak when you’re spoken to, little lamb?”

  I shook my head and tried to collect my cloudy thoughts enough to form words. “No, I-I-I didn’t get wet until I walked into this room and saw you, I swear.”

  “Mm,” he growled into my hair. “So, just the sight of me makes you wet, is that it, little lamb?” He moved from my ass down to between my legs and stroked a few times before bringing his fingers to his lips and rubbing how turned on I was all over his lips and devouring a taste. “So fucking sweet, baby.”

  “Jackson,” I whimpered, on the verge of complaining.

  “I wouldn’t if I were you,” he whispered. “I would just stand there with that tight pussy open and waiting for me while you take orders like the good, innocent, girl I know you are.”

  “Yes, Jackson.” I would have said anything at that moment if it meant he would be inside of me sooner rather than later. I had spent twenty years living in my own world, completely unaware of what I was missing out on but now that I knew how good it felt to be satisfied, how deeply Jackson was able to make my orgasm run, I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to function without it again.

  “Good girl.” He moved downward and I felt my ankles being wound together just like my hands, the roughness of the rope digging into my skin as he wound them. “I wouldn’t complain if I were you, Emery, I would relax and take your punishment like the obedient girl you are.”

  My wetness was openly active and dripping now, soaking my light blue panties into a pool of liquid pleasure. One glance down and he would see just how naughty I really was. Trying to control my hormones when Jackson was playing his twisted games with my body was like trying to stop a spaceship headed for outer space with the side of a compact car; impossible and exhausting. I had no choice but to let him discover just how nasty I really was.

  Jackson slipped his hand between my legs again and yanked my
ass up into the air, arching my back so that my pussy was sticking straight up in the air. “Yeah, just like that, little lamb, I want those pretty pussy lips sticking right out for your master to admire.”

  One finger was running up and down both flaps for a few seconds before he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest, admiring his handy work. “Fuck, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen something so beautiful in my life.”

  I let go of the last ounce of self-control I was holding on to and gave into the urge to beg for mercy. “Jackson, please, I’ll be a good girl, just please…”

  “Please, what?” He was behind me again, his hardness pressed up against my bare ass now as he slid one of his massive hands around my stomach and starting biting gently on my neck with his perfectly white teeth. “Please make you cum so hard that you scream my name loud enough for the whole fucking dorm to hear?”

  My hands quivered and started to slip down the wall as his fingers found the spot between my legs, trailing teasing strokes back and forth without finding their way inside. “Yes.” My voice was shaky and I could feel a flush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. “Make me cum.”

  “Oh, baby, why didn’t you just say so?” His long strokes continued as he teased me sarcastically. “You know all you have to do is ask.” One finger flicked against my pussy roughly. “It’s not like I need an excuse to dive into my sweet little cunt, now do I?”

  I shook my head. “Never.”

  “Then say it,” he growled.

  “It’s all yours,” I whispered.

  God, how much longer was he going to put me through this? It had only been minutes but it already felt like hours. I didn’t want to cum without Jackson inside of me but if he didn’t give in soon I wasn’t sure I would have much choice.

  “Then you better ask nicely.”

  “Please!” I groaned. “Please make me cum!”

  Finally, Jackson plunged his fingers inside of me and started grinding them back and forth across my desire. My whole body shook instantly, relieved and shocked at the same time at finally being able to satisfy the craving that had been building inside of its inner walls.

  “Is this what you wanted, baby?” He pushed in and out of my cunt with such force that my body was jolting off the ground further and further with each stroke. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about since you left? My fingers inside of you while you rocked back and forth on them like a little fucking slut?”

  “Oh, God!” I yelped while my body continued to pulsate and my hands slipped further and further down the wall. I thrust my hips down on top of him harder. “Jackson, right there! Please, baby, please don’t stop!”

  He growled but kept flicking. “Fuck, you are a little slut, aren’t you, Emery?” His lips were in my hair, kissing me possessively. “But only for me. You’re a good girl until I tell you not to be and then you turn into a nasty little slut just for me, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes! I’m only a slut for you, baby!”

  “Louder.” His grip tightened inside of me.

  “Only for you!” My juices combusted, my body jolting forward and exploding my cum all over his fingers. My legs started to shiver, starting at my ankles and traveling all the way up to my stomach as my muscles came down from the ride of pleasure they had finally been granted.

  Jackson shoved his fingers between my lips after detangling them from the center of my legs. “See how fucking sweet you taste, Emery?” He smeared my juices further into my lips. “So innocent.” He pushed his hand around my neck and turned my face to the side, kissing me hard so that some of my extracts transferred over into his mouth. “So pure.” Another deep kiss. “So mine.”

  I was breathing rapidly, trying to calm my body back down as I twisted my arms back and forth in front of me. They had slipped off the wall easily when Jackson was rocking my body back and forth like a ragdoll.

  “Clearly, you need a little help staying on task, Emery.” His voice was laced with disapproval as he placed his hands over mine. “I thought I told you to keep your hands up, little lamb.” He pulled my body to the other side of the room, hoisting me up onto my tippy toes as he hooked my hands around a rack that hung above my closet door.

  With my hands hosted in place above my body he nodded in satisfaction and grabbed a pair of scissors off my desk. I could see the sharp metal object out of the corner of my eyes and immediately tensed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Emery,” he said firmly, running the handle of the metal object up and down my back slowly, sending a deep chill up and down my spine. “I need you to stay completely still. Am I clear?”

  I closed my eyes and nodded. It was insane, I had every reason in the world to be scared of him, to not trust him when he told me not to do something. He had spent the better half of my late life making my world hell, jumping on the chance to torture me at every opportunity possible, but somehow, someway, at that moment, I wasn’t scared of him. He could have been leading me to a steep edge without a blindfold and I still would have followed him. I was that turned on, I was that consumed by what he was doing to my body.

  I felt the sharpness trail down my spine and pause at the bottom of my shirt, the blade running back and forth over the small of my back a few times. My heart was racing in anticipation. What was he going to do to me? Even though I had just been relieved minutes before I could feel another orgasm starting to form in the pit of my stomach. I should have felt scared not turned on.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  I was so screwed up.

  The small object jolted upward into the bottom of my shirt and made a small insert and then Jackson’s large and Hulk-like hands were intertwined in it, ripping it up my back and off of my body like it was made of paper.

  I gasped loudly as the frays of my shirt fell on the ground around me. A deep shudder made it’s way into my bones as I was left there standing in just my bra and underwear. Jackson Lucas had just ripped my shirt off my body.

  “Jackson,” I mumbled in shock.

  “Bad girls don’t get their clothes taken off nice, Emery.” He opened the scissors and snipped first one bra strap and then the other before slicing the back open and ripping that material from my body as well, leaving my bare breasts pressed into the closet door. “They get their clothes ripped off like the nasty, naughty girls they are.”

  ‘”What about their panties?” I bit down on my lip as I risked the question. Was he going to cut those off, too? Rip them from my body like a piece of dental floss? The thought sent the wetness forming between my legs again. Damn, maybe I really was a naughty girl. Lord knew I didn’t feel like a holy one around Jackson.

  Especially when no clothes were involved.

  He smirked and trailed his hand from the top of my back down to the waistband of my undies, running his fingers back and forth over the edge of the hem a few times before dipping his fingers inside and thrusting them roughly down to my ankles. “No, bad girls keep their panties on while they get fucked hard and raw, Emery. It’s a reminder of the good girl they used to be before they started acting up.”

  Oh, God, I was going to cum again.

  He pushed his hand between my legs and laughed as he unzipped himself. “Wet again, huh? What the fuck am I going to do with you, my little lamb? It’s almost as if you enjoy being punished.” He pressed his huge cock into the back of my center a few times and pushed it up and down. “Is that it? Do you like when I dominate that hot little body of yours the way only a real man can?”

  Even if I had wanted to lie, the spot between my legs would have given me away within seconds. “No,” I risked it anyway, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction than he already took in being able to control me.

  He laughed evilly. “You’re a fucking liar.” He shoved the tip of his cock inside of me without any warning and my rope clawed hands bashed harder into the white surface in front of me. “I’m going to fuck you now, Emery, rough and hard and you’re going to take it jus
t like a bad little slut would.” He pushed even further into me and I yelped. “Because that’s exactly what you fucking deserve.”

  “Jackson,” I complained. “You’re so big.”

  “You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me. Maybe next time you’ll be a good girl.” He grabbed the back of my hair and laced his fingers through the strands, pulling my head back so that my eyes were on his. “Now look at me while I fuck the shit out of you, baby.” He kissed the side of my face and lunged his entirety inside of my tight walls, stretching me out around him.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Jackson’s mouth parted slightly in satisfaction and then he pulled out and shoved his way back in over and over again. I hadn’t necessarily thought that he was taking it easy on me the other day but now I knew for sure that he had been. It was different this time; there was nothing sweet and tender about it. It was angry and possessive.

  Raw and hot.

  “Oh, Emery, my pussy is so fucking tight, baby.” He lunged inside of me again. “It feels so fucking good, nice and slick for me.” He started rocking up and down, really digging inside of me. “Yeah, that’s a good girl, take my big cock just like that. I’m going to make you my good girl again, baby. Fuck by fuck, touch by touch, stroke by stroke.” Then he lunged hard again to prove his point.

  My insides felt like they were being torn apart, stretched to the edges and ready to snap at any second. “Jackson, baby, you’re so deep.” My eyes started to roll back in my head as I tried to focus in on him but it was useless, my second orgasm had already started to form long ago and was ready to drift over his cock and down my legs.

  He moaned loudly, reading my features. “Fucking cum on my cock, Emery, explode like the little freak you are.” Back and forth he rocked, harder and harder. “You’re lucky I’m in such a giving mood, little lamb, because you sure as hell don’t deserve to orgasm twice.”