“Had to be done,” Angel says simply.
“Get that out of here, and clean up!” Jagger orders.
“Ace, Rusty, Bull…get his body out and deal with it,” Angel orders.
I feel my eyes widen, did Jagger kill him? Oh God, oh please…a moment later Jagger pounds on the bathroom door.
“Open up Willow.”
“Go away.”
“Open up, now!”
“Please, Jagger, leave…”
He kicks the door and it flies open. Ok, so this dingy door isn’t as good as the one upstairs. He’s covered in blood and I flinch away when he reaches for me.
“Don’t touch me.”
He growls. “You shouldn’t have been down here.”
“So I couldn’t see you torturing that poor man?”
“That poor fuckin’ man is a sick fuckin’ rapist and part of Manchez’s gang. That poor fuckin’ man would have no issue raping or killing you!”
“I need to go, please, let me go.”
I stand and try to shove past him, but he grips me and holds me tight. Blood smudges over my arms and I lose it. I punch him in the jaw and he stumbles backwards. I turn and run out of the basement and past the men picking up a dead, bloody Snake. I get to my room and I strip my clothes off, desperately needing to be clean. I get into the shower and I start smashing everything in sight.
Jagger is behind me in seconds, he swings the door of the shower open, not bothering with privacy. He grips my arms and tries to pull me out. I scream and kick, cursing and swearing. I slap him, hit him, punch him, kick him and anything else I can manage. He’s soaked now, and his jeans hang limply on his large body. All the blood is rinsed off his skin and is sliding down the drain. Oh God. He grips me and pulls me close.
“Stop it.”
“Let me go!” I cry.
“Calm down, just calm down. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Please!”
I hit him again and he takes my fist, crushing it against his chest. He takes my face in his hands and I struggle to get out of his grip. Then his mouth is on mine. Oh God, oh fuck. His lips are hot from the water, and oh God, everything inside me is screaming for more. I can’t fight this, desperation takes over and my body goes limp. He wraps a big arm around my waist and crushes me closer to his chest.
He parts my lips with his tongue, and I whimper when it makes contact with mine. Jagger is a man that can kiss, oh fuck can he kiss. He pushes me against the tiled wall and I whimper when I feel his throbbing length press into my stomach. I want him, it’s so wrong, so disturbing but God I want him. I run my hands over his bare chest; it’s hard and firm beneath my palms. When I slide my hands down his stomach and grip his jeans, he lets off a ragged groan.
I unbutton them, not moving my lips from his. He tangles a hand into my hair, and then slowly leans down to slide his lips across my neck. He drags them down lower, until he reaches my nipple. He draws it into his mouth and groans when it buds and throbs. I moan and let my head fall back as he works my nipples over until I’m gasping and begging. When he stands back up, I grip his jeans and yank them down. When he springs free, I gasp. His cock is huge, but that’s not what has me gasping. It’s the four piercings around the base of his large head.
I feel my eyes widen, as I stare at the bars with rounded ends. That had to hurt. A lot. I look back up to meet his gaze and he’s staring down at me with an amused expression. Tentatively, I reach out and take his length into my hand. He growls as I slide my hand over the thick, hard length. He leans down and lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist. His fingers slide down and find my clit, and I groan.
Neither of us dares to speak. I know if I speak this will become real and this being real is a dangerous thing. Jagger is dangerous for me, and this situation is ugly. I have lost my mind, and I don’t need to be reminded of that right now. When I feel myself heating from the inside out, as an orgasm nears, I clutch Jagger and cry out. He strokes me until he has wrung every last shudder from my body.
Then his cock is probing my entrance and his lips are on mine again. When he lowers me over his length, he lets out a guttural moan. I cry out as I feel him sliding inside me, stretching and filling until he is balls deep and growling. When he slides back out, I realize what the piercings are for. They hit that spot and oh God, it feels incredible.
“Jagger,” I whimper.
“So fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ wet. I want you Willow; I want you so fuckin’ much it hurts.”
It’s only then I realize he has no condom on. I freeze and pull back.
“Protection…”
“I’m clean.”
“But…”
“I got checked last month; I’ll show you the report. I’m clean; I don’t do this…ever.”
“Why now?” I whimper when he thrusts his hips.
“Because you make me fuckin’ crazy in a way no one ever has before.”
He thrusts again and I’ve forgotten about the protection. I’m on birth control, thank Christ for me I got my injection just before he captured me.
“Jagger, oh God,”
“You’re so fuckin’ tight. You’re gonna make me come so hard,”
Why are those dirty words making me feel so aroused?
He thrusts his hips slowly, dragging his cock in and out with expert precision, finding that spot every time. My release is building and Jesus it feels so good. I grip his shoulders and slide my nails across his skin. He thrusts harder now, and I can hear out skin slapping together. He’s groaning and he looks so erotic with his head thrown back and his jaw tightening and loosening with every thrust.
“Jagger!” I scream as I finally tip over the edge.
I arch my back and he reaches down, taking my hips into his hands and thrusting into me so hard I scream and writhe. He leans down and bites one of my nipples, causing me to shudder and spasm around him once more. His fingers bite into my skin as he thrusts with desperation, searching for his own release. When he finds it, he roars and I can feel him pulsing hot and deep inside me. His chest is straining, his biceps bulging. All I can think about is how utterly beautiful he looks right now.
When we come down from our high, he lets me slide off his hips. I wobble a little, and he reaches out to steady me. When I dare to look at him, I get an eye full of pure, raw male. He is panting, and his beautiful chest is rising and falling heavily with each breath. His cheeks are beautifully flushed and his black hair is sticking to his forehead. Emotion passes between us, lots of it, and I wonder what he’s thinking right now? Is he freaking out as much as I am?
“JAGGER!”
We hear the banging on the door and I freeze.
“Fuck,” he snarls, getting out of the shower and drying his hair. He presses the white towel against his jeans to try and dry them. I see a faint pinkish color stain the towel and I realize it’s blood. Oh God, I feel sick again.
I swallow, desperately trying to get the image of that beaten and bloodied man out of my head. I know whose blood’s on Jagger’s jeans. He reefs them back on anyway, and takes the towel with him. He tosses me a towel and barks at me to get behind the door. He opens it and I hear him muttering to Angel outside the door.
“She was tryin’ to kill herself, crazy girl,” Jagger says to Angel. “What’s up? Did you deal with the body?”
Kill myself? How dare he speak about me like that after what we just did? He doesn’t know how hard that is for me, to hear someone call me crazy. When he walks back in the room, I reach out and slap him. He takes two steps back, gripping his cheek.
“What the fuck?”
“How dare you call me crazy! How dare you!”
He sighs and shuts the door, pressing me towards the wall with his hands to my shoulders. “Look, Angel won’t care that we just…did what we did but he will care if it gets in the way of sorting things out, so it would have been better if he didn’t know.”
“You called me crazy,” I whisper, feeling a tear escape
. “You don’t know what that does to me.”
He looks truly hurt by his words, and he leans in to swipe a finger across my damp cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not crazy…”
He sighs and takes my face in his hands. “I know, believe me, I know.”
“What just happened in here, Jagger?”
He closes his eyes a moment, “Something that can’t happen again.”
“It meant nothing to you?” I whisper and my lip trembles.
“Now don’t go fuckin’ cryin’ and makin’ me feel bad, Willow.”
“Oh God, I’m an idiot.”
“Look, the sexual tension has hung around for a while now…that’s all it was.”
I gape at him. “Are you serious?”
He runs his hands helplessly through his hair, “Enough, we will discuss this later. I have to go out for the night, can I trust you not to run or do I need to lock you in here?”
“If I wanted to run,” I say, giving him a horrible look. “I would have done it this morning. I stand by my word Jagger, which is more than you can say for yourself.”
“Willow…”
“Nothing Jagger? Remember.”
He steps back and gives me a hard stare, before turning and slamming the door so loudly the window shakes.
CHAPTER 9
When Jagger’s gone, I search the house for a phone. Yes, I know, it’s never going to happen but I have to try, I just want my Sister and Ava to know I’m ok. Of course, I don’t find one. I don’t find much actually, and I wonder if Jagger lives here all the time, or just when he steals and seduces stupid females who let strange men buy them drinks at clubs. I end up deciding to curl up on the couch and flick through the channels – It’s about time I tried to make the best of a bad situation. It beats sitting in that room.
I settle on Texas chainsaw massacre, finding the movie pathetically entertaining. I giggle and snort, gripping my stomach and laughing like I haven’t laughed in months. I have lost my mind, I’m nearly sure of it. It’s official, I’ve put myself in the nut basket. I get up mid-way through and find something to snack on. I opt for some cheese and crackers, before curling up to munch away and continue my horrible snorting and giggling.
“RUN YOU IDIOT!” I cry at the television, throwing a cracker across the room.
“You’re dark little girl, but your laugh is like sunshine.”
I hear the voice and leap up, spinning around to face an amused Jagger. He leans against the door frame with a lopsided grin on his face. God he’s beautiful. So perfectly beautiful.
“I am not dark,” I huff, throwing myself back down onto the couch.
“I could hear you laughing when I got out of the car. I assumed you would be watching a comedy, not a story about a mass murderer.”
“Well, I find it very entertaining, thank you very much.”
He walks in front of the television and picks up the cracker I tossed.
“You’re throwing crackers at my television.”
“You deserve it.”
He falls down onto the couch beside me, “That kind of hurt.”
‘Did not,”
He grins at me and I look away, feeling my cheeks swell.
“It’s nice to see you out here laughing.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to spend my life in that room.”
“That’s a bit of an over exaggeration don’t you think?”
“Maybe,”
“I’m getting a beer, do you want one?”
I stare at him with wide eyes. “Seriously, we’re going to have a beer and just…sit like we actually get along?”
“We do get along,” he frowns.
“Well, I must have missed that.”
He stands and walks into the kitchen, and comes back with two beers. He hands me one and I take it, then I lean back and tuck my knees up to my chest.
“Here’s something for you, if we met in a different way, would we get along?”
I think about it a moment. If we met under different circumstances, I do think Jagger and I would get along well, we do have a lot in common.
“Yes, I guess we would.”
“Why?”
I shrug, “Dark personalities.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “That’s a first for me, getting along with someone because they’re dark,”
“Well, sometimes the simplest things can form great friendships.”
“What are you saying?”
“Nothing, now be quiet and watch the movie,”
He leans back, and I can feel his body heat radiating into mine. “Yes boss.”
Four beers and another movie later, I’m out to the count.
CHAPTER 10
“Please Mommy, don’t hurt me.” I cry, struggling to keep my head above water.
“You’re not safe anymore. If Mommy goes away, you won’t be safe. We have to do this.”
“Mommy please,” I cry.
“We will go together, just me and you Willow. Forever.”
Water swarms my mouth as she pushes my head under the water. My tiny feet kick and I squirm desperately. I can’t breathe; I’m not strong enough to escape her. I cry out for my daddy but he doesn’t hear me and it only makes me swallow more water. I’m trapped and soon, darkness takes over.
I bolt upright screaming and gasping for air. I grip my throat, wheezing and choking. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. I roll off the couch and fall to my knees on the floor. I pound my fist into my chest but I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Jagger is beside me in minutes. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep on the couch with him.
“Hey, whoa, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t breathe, so much water, I can’t breathe.”
“Willow, hey, it’s ok. There’s no water.”
“I can’t breathe!” I scream.
Jagger grips my shoulders and spins me around.
“Look at me!” he orders.
I open my eyes, heaving and panting.
“Follow me; just follow what I’m doing. Breathe in deeply.”
“I can’t!”
“You can!”
I struggle to take deep breath and it only fills my lungs half way.
“Another, come on.”
I try again, this time it gets a little further.
“Keep going.”
After five minutes I’m breathing properly again and my shaking has subsided. I close my eyes and wipe my hand over my face. Jagger grips my chin and tilts my head up.
“What just happened?”
“Nightmare, it’s nothing.”
“Bullshit, that wasn’t any old nightmare.”
“It’s none of your business,” I cry, leaping up.
“I was only trying to help.” He says, throwing his hands up.
“My life is none of your business Jagger, I never asked for any of this so stop pretending like you care. We all know you don’t care!”
“I care!”
“Bullshit!” I scream, “You’re a monster, nothing but a monster!”
I spin on my heel and rush towards my room, slamming the door loudly when I get in. I drop to my knees and I cry. I feel awful right away, I shouldn’t have said those things to Jagger. He isn’t a monster; he’s never been a monster to me. I sit on the floor until I’m out of thoughts. In the lounge I hear some music start playing loudly, and I curl up listening to it until my breathing is deep and steady again.
Won’t you let me, see beneath your beautiful,
Won’t you let me, see beneath your perfect,
Take it off now boy, take it off now boy,
I wanna see inside, won’t you let me,
See beneath your beautiful, tonight.
I get off the floor and slowly walk out towards the sound. Jagger’s in the lounge, standing by the window, his arms above his head and his forehead resting against the glass. His knuckles are bruised and battered and he’s heaving. He’s been hitting things again. Did my words hurt him
that badly? My chest clenches.
I stare at him for the longest moment, unsure if I should go over and touch him or not. I want to, everything inside me screams to comfort him, but I still doubt myself. What if this isn’t what I think? What if this is just a mental attraction? I don’t want to think about it, I just want to go with what I know.
What I know right now, is that Jagger makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. What I know is I have to trust myself enough to know these feelings are real. I know it’s a bad situation, heck, I know I should hate him but I don’t. Maybe I do have an illness, but right now, in this moment, I want him and that’s enough for me. I step forward and when I reach him, I place my hands on his naked back. He shudders but doesn’t turn.
I run my fingertips up and down his skin, feeling him shiver lightly beneath my touch. I trace little circles, and then move my hands lower and over his perfect, firm backside. He sucks in a breath, but still doesn’t turn. I press myself closer to him, crushing my breasts against his back and reaching around to cup his abdomen. My fingers play and stroke his firm muscles, and I enjoy feeling them move with every stroke.
I press my lips to the skin on his shoulder blades and he groans lightly. I slide my hands up and over his pecks, and then I tweak his nipples lightly. He stiffens and closes his hands over mine, stopping me. Doesn’t he want this? I kiss his back, refusing to stop. His breathing becomes deeper and finally he turns. I keep my head against his skin, and when I feel his chest beneath my lips, I suckle and lick until he’s panting.
“Willow…”
“I didn’t mean it Jagger, you’re not a monster.”
“This is wrong,”
“I don’t care anymore, I want you.”
The song booms loudly behind us, and then comes to a stop. I stare into those beautiful blue eyes and I’m lost. My feelings for this man are real, they may be crazy, insane and idiotic but they’re real. He strokes my cheek, and when the next song comes on, he pushes me out into the middle of the lounge room and wraps his arms around me. Before I know it, we’re dancing.
I don’t dare speak, afraid to ruin this beautiful moment between us. Our bodies are moving together and our eyes are locked. It’s the moment where everything comes together and begins to make sense. I know as crazy as it is, my life will never be the same again after knowing this man. The thought both scares and excites me at the same time. I swallow when Jagger moves his head down, capturing my lips in a gentle caress.
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