I arched my back.
His mouth kept going down, over my navel, over the bones of my hips, and finally to the tender, pink folds of my clit.
When he sucked, something within me responded to him. He was my master. He had complete possession of me. One flick of his tongue, one glance of his piercing eyes, and the pleasure deep inside me fought for release.
I cried out, “Jackson.”
We’d scarcely spent an hour with each other, but already I felt like he’d known me my entire life.
“Suck me,” I moaned, and even as I said it, I felt terrified he’d taste himself on my pussy.
His mouth sucked my clit and the sensation was overwhelming. Tendrils of pleasure shot into my body. There was nothing I could do to escape. I was going to climax, right there, his face so deep in my pussy there was nowhere to hide.
I threw my legs around his head and clenched. He sucked, his tongue flicking my clit ceaselessly, his hands gripping my ass, holding me in place. I couldn’t bear it.
I convulsed, the shock of orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I screamed. The pleasure rushed through me like a Nevada flash-flood.
“Jackson,” I screamed, and even as the orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure that felt like they’d never end, I knew I’d signed a pact with the devil.
I was his now. There would be no backing out, no escape. My body knew it. My heart knew it. My soul knew it. I belonged to Jackson Jones. The only thing that remained to be answered, was what he was going to do with me.
Chapter 8
Jackson
I SLEPT LIKE A DEAD MAN. The universe disappeared. The only things that existed were that room, that bed, and Faith’s tender, naked body lying next to me.
I remained still as she climbed out of the bed. It was just before dawn. She moved around the room, gathering her things quietly. I didn’t know where she was planning to go without me. She’d come to me for help. Why run?
“Put that down,” I said when she picked up my wallet.
“I was just going to take a few dollars,” she said. “Enough to get to the city.”
“And what would you do when you got there?”
She looked at me helplessly. Even now, my cock throbbed at the sight of her. Her pussy tortured me. It was my drug. The thought of what I’d done to her the night before put a thrill down my spine.
“Come here,” I said. “Take off that wet dress and come back to bed.”
“No,” she said.
“You came to me for help.”
“I changed my mind.”
“I told you, right from the beginning, there would be no turning back.”
“I can still go back,” she said. “I don’t want you to get killed. Wolf and the others will stop at nothing. If they killed you, I’d never forgive myself.”
I looked into her eyes. She was terrified. Wolf had really done a number on her. It would take a special kind of torture to scare a woman like Faith that way. I’d make him pay. I’d make them all pay.
I climbed out of bed and for the first time Faith got a look at my naked body in daylight. I knew it would be a shock to her. She gasped. My tattoos weren’t just accessories, they were designed to mask the most horrible scars you can imagine. My entire body was covered in hundreds of thin scars, the result of a torture session I’d suffered at the hands of a monster.
“Take off that dress and get back in my bed,” I said. “You don’t get to change your mind with me. We made a pact. For better or worse, our fates are sealed now.”
She stood motionless for a minute, staring at my tortured skin, her hand in front of her mouth in shock. Then she looked into my eyes and did as I said, slipped out of her dress, and climbed back into the bed. I got in next to her, grabbed her, and pulled her close. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t resist her. She was mine now, my property, and I couldn’t let her escape back to wherever it was she’d come from. What we’d done couldn’t be undone. We’d fused ourselves together.
I put my lips to her ear and nibbled the lobe. “Touch me,” I whispered.
She looked at me questioningly but I knew she understood.
She took my cock in her hand and held it. It was far bigger than her tiny fist. It throbbed and she felt it.
“You want me again?” she said, incredulously.
I nodded. “Again and again and again. You’re mine, forever.”
She climbed down under the covers. She was young, but knew what to do without being told. She knew how to use her body for me, to read my needs, my wants, my desires. She had a natural instinct for pleasuring a penis.
She took me in her mouth. My cock throbbed dangerously, but she didn’t hesitate for a second. She brought her lips to the base of my balls, my long shaft right at the back of her throat. I pulled out, the length of my cock sliding along her delectable tongue. Her mouth felt like velvet. It was delicious. I wanted to spill myself and feel her swallow ever drop.
I put my hands down on her head and gently forced my cock to the back of her throat. I held her there. I didn’t know if she could breathe. My cock pulsed, right on the verge of ecstasy.
This poor, innocent child. What was I doing to her? I’d fucked her. Now I wanted to put my sperm in her throat. I was holding her mouth on my erect penis like a slave.
The truth was, I was the slave.
I desired her with a burning passion. It wasn’t just her body I wanted, it wasn’t just the pleasure she could give me. I wanted her heart.
I felt possessive of her in a way that’s impossible to describe.
If I had to die to protect her, I didn’t care. I would do it. I would do what needed to be done.
My cock pulsed again, and the first drips of pre-cum fell from my tip. She swallowed.
I was on the verge. I pulled out of her mouth and brought her back up to me.
“Kiss me,” I said.
She hesitated for just a second, nervous that I’d taste myself on her mouth. Didn’t she know? I wanted to taste myself on her. I wanted my scent all over her. I wanted even the animals in the wild to know by scent she was mine.
I put my tongue in her mouth and licked hers. Her tongue danced. Mine chased it. Her lips were so soft they were like heaven.
The tip of my cock found the mouth of her vagina. It was soaking wet. I slid inside her and the throbbing girth of my cock throbbed deep inside.
She gasped. “Jackson.”
“Faith,” I said.
“What are we doing?”
I looked into her eyes. I didn’t know what to say to her, but I did know the answer. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted my semen in her womb.
She slid away from me, her pussy escaping the dangerous reach of my naked cock.
I grabbed her head and pushed her back down beneath the sheets.
Her lips grabbed it and instantly, my cock clenched and pulsed in climax. The force of my orgasm burst inside her, an explosion of passion that poured into her tender mouth. I was going to keep her forever. That’s the thought that drove through my mind as my orgasm pulsed and throbbed inside her mouth.
I almost felt guilty. She didn’t deserve this. Did she even know what I was going to do to her?
I put my arms around her and pulled her face against my pulsing cock. She was small and soft against the hard muscles of my body. She was like a child. So innocent. I couldn’t wait till she cried out my name and called me master. I pictured the future as the last of my sperm poured into her mouth.
Mine. All mine.
Chapter 9
Faith
JACKSON’S BODY STARTLED ME. He was perfectly formed. The muscles on his torso and arms were like something out of an anatomy book. His tattoos were beautiful and intricate, and told the story of a man who’d been to hell and back. His cock hung between his legs like a proud trophy.
But the scars—the scars were shocking. I don’t know what could have done that to his back. Either he’d been in some terrible accident, or else someone had whipped h
im till the flesh was in tatters. The scars layered on top of each other, possibly formed over years, and all I wanted to do was kiss them.
“What happened to you?” I said. “I’ve never seen scars like that.”
He was holding me in his arms. I still had the taste of him in my mouth, and I liked it.
“It’s a long story,” he said.
“We’ve got time.”
He looked at me and smiled.
“I don’t know if you’d want to hear this. It ain’t pretty.”
“I want to know everything about you.”
He held me tight.
There was a noise out in the parking lot. When I realized it was motorcycles my blood froze.
Jackson’s body tensed.
“Is that your boyfriend?” he said.
“How would he have found me?”
Jackson got up and went to the window. “There are two riders out there. Black leather. The Los Lobos logo on their backs.”
I put my hand in front of my mouth.
“Stay inside” he said, his voice sharp as a razor.
I nodded.
Still naked, Jackson picked up his gun from the side table and burst out the door.
I ran to the window. I recognized the riders, Slack and Jared, two Los Lobos henchmen. They weren’t full Lobos, just heavies hired as guards. They were still at their bikes, taking off their helmets and gloves, tired from the long ride out from Nevada. Jackson was striding right toward them, completely naked, and they didn’t notice him till he was right on top of them.
Jackson didn’t say a word. With his gun in his fist, he struck Slack across the face, knocking him backward over his bike. In the same motion, he leapt over the bike and landed on Jared, driving him to the ground. A single head butt and Jared was out cold, his face a mess of blood.
Slack scrambled to his feet. He pointed his gun at Jackson’s back. Bang.
The world stopped. The sound of the gunshot rang through my ears like the toll of a funeral bell. The moment seemed to last forever.
This was the end. Jackson was dead. I’d be brought back to Wolf and punished for what I’d done. When they found out I’d given myself to Jackson, they’d string me up and kill me. But I didn’t even care about any of it.
Already, I was committed to Jackson.
If Jackson was dead, then it didn’t matter what they did to me. I was Jackson’s now. I couldn’t imagine being without him.
And then, Slack fell to his knees. The bullet hadn’t come from Slack’s gun. It had come from Jackson’s.
Jackson walked over to Slack’s body and kicked away the gun. He bent down and opened Slack’s leather suit. There was blood everywhere. Jackson tore Slack’s bloody shirt from his body and made a compress out of it.
“Hold that on the wound,” he said to Slack. “If you’re lucky, you’ll be alive when the ambulance gets here.”
Slack spoke weakly. “You should kill me now, whoever you are. Los Lobos will have no mercy on you.”
Jackson didn’t respond. He checked on Jared who was still out cold. Jackson took both men’s guns and strode back to the room, finding me at the window.
“Get your things,” he said. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
I threw on my dress. Jackson put on his clothes and gave me his leathers and helmet. They were big but better than nothing.
“Do you ride?” he said.
I shook my head.
He peered cautiously out the door before we left. Slack and Jared were still on the ground. Jackson pointed his gun at them and fired two shots. A bullet hit the fuel tank of each of their bikes.
“Come on,” he said.
I ran to keep up, climbed onto the back of his bike, and put my arms around him so tightly nothing would ever pry me loose.
Chapter 10
Faith
WE RODE SOUTH FOR THREE HOURS, stopping only for fuel. Jackson washed Slack’s blood from his hands in a gas station restroom.
Jackson was protective of me and that kept me calm. If he hadn’t been so in control, so in possession of me and the situation, I’m certain I would have panicked. He’d shot Slack. He’d knocked out Jared. Wolf, and the other Lobos would be after us in force. Nothing would stop them now. We’d never be safe.
But it was hard to feel hopeless with Jackson there. My arms were around his waist like a vise. It was as if he made me his responsibility, made me his family, the moment he set eyes on me. I felt as if everything that followed would be the result of that.
We reached a small desert town and pulled into the Walmart. Jackson filled a cart with clothes for me, toiletries, a fresh shirt and underwear for himself, some bottled water, a few snacks.
“Do you know where we are?” I said.
He nodded. “We’re in the Mojave Desert.”
It was hot. Very hot.
“There’s a diner up ahead. They’ve got air conditioning. We can go there and talk.”
“All right,” I said. All I wanted was the air conditioning.
We parked outside the diner and went inside. He led me to a booth and despite the desperation of our situation, it felt good to be with him. I felt he knew exactly what to do, where to go, what to say. I didn’t have to think. That sort of certainty was what I needed. If he’d shown any weakness, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
“How did they find us?” I said, when we were seated.
“They didn’t know you were there. How many henchmen does Los Lobos have?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a hundred.”
“They would have spanned out. They knew you wouldn’t be able to get far without help.”
“Now they know I have help.”
“Yes, you do,” he said, and I could have cried when he said that. If it wasn’t for him, I’d already be back at Wolf’s mansion, suffering God knows what torture.
A waitress came to us with menus. Jackson ordered two ice waters and two cups of coffee.
“Jackson,” I said. “If you want to back out, I won’t hold you to any of this. You did what I asked. You got me away from Nevada. They won’t find me here so easily.”
He shook his head. “I already told you, we’re together now, Faith. There’s no backing out on that.”
“If they find you, they’ll kill you.”
He nodded. “Yes, they will.”
“So why don’t you get out now, while you still can? There’s no sense in both of us being in danger.”
“Stop it,” he said. “You know it’s too late for that. I told you I’d give you a life for a life. I meant it.”
“What does that even mean?”
“My father died a few days ago,” he said, looking down at the table.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. He lived by the sword and he died by it.”
“It must be difficult for you.”
“What’s difficult is that I’m his only son. His only child.”
“I see.”
“If I die, his line dies. I don’t want that to happen.”
“Well, putting yourself in danger to protect me isn’t going to help the situation.”
“But you’re going to give me what I need to protect the future, Faith.”
“You mean?” My breath caught in my throat.
“Yes. You’re going to give me a child, Faith. That’s what I meant when I said I’d take everything you had to give.”
“A child?”
“Yes.”
“How can we? In this situation?”
“You leave the situation to me. I’ll take care of Los Lobos. That’s what I can offer.”
“And I’ll give you a baby?”
“That’s the deal.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was dumbfounded. He was so certain of what he wanted. I’d never heard anything like it.
“A life for a life,” I said. “That’s what you meant?”
“Yes, it is.”
“How do you know I’m the woman you
want to have a child with.”
He smiled. “Call it a hunch.”
Tears rose to my eyes and I struggled to keep them back. It must have been the shock. I didn’t know if I was delighted or terrified by what he was saying.
“You could have had any number of women give you a baby. I’m sure they’re lining up for you wherever you live. You didn’t need to pick one that was being hunted down by the most dangerous gang in all of Nevada.”
“I wanted you.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. If you wanted a child, you should have chosen someone safer.”
“I choose you. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
I looked at him, looked into his eyes, trying to read their meaning. What was he saying to me? Was he just telling me what he thought I needed to hear? Was I just hearing what I wanted to hear to shield myself from this terrible situation? I didn’t want to be a fool. I didn’t want to be naive.
The waitress returned with our drinks.
“Are you ready to order?” she said.
Jackson looked at me. “You must be starving.”
“I am,” I said. I turned to the waitress. “Could I get the chili with a side of toast, a side of bacon, and a caesar salad.”
She looked over my thin frame, surprised I wanted to eat so much. “You want anchovies on the salad?”
I shook my head.
Jackson smiled. “Good girl,” he said, impressed I was willing to eat my fill in front of him. “I’ll have the steak and eggs, the steak medium, the eggs over easy.”
“Toast with that?”
“Toast and steak sauce.”
“Coming right up,” the waitress said and left.
When she was gone, I looked right at Jackson. I was still reeling from what he’d said.
“You want me to have your baby?” I said again, incredulously.
He laughed. “That’s just the beginning.”
“How can that be just the beginning? What more could there possibly be?”
“You’ll see,” he said, giving me a sly wink. “You promised me everything, Faith. I intend to collect.”
“I’ll bet,” I said, my heart pounding.
The truth was, whatever he wanted from me, I was willing to give it. I wanted him to want me. I wanted to belong to him.
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