Embarrassed and humiliated, Elena stormed out of Jason's office, slamming the door behind her. She flew into the toilet and locked the door, leaning on it, Elena closed her eyes, but opened them brutally quickly. The vision of Jason, shirt unbuttoned, bereft of his fiancée, head thrown back as she kissed his neck, didn't let her stay in the darkness behind her eyelids.

Her heart pounded in her stomach, her eyes watered and she bit her lips to keep them from flowing. She couldn't blame him, she knew Jason was engaged and yet she had opened her legs for him time and time again. She had thought that she could enjoy herself no matter how long it lasted, she had justified her weakness by the fact that she had been single for almost two years now. But she hadn't realized the pain of her not being the only one, she couldn't swallow that she was hurting herself by allowing him to take advantage of her.

This had to stop before 'I'm falling for him' turned into 'I'm in love' and her heart was broken again. There was a knock on the door and Elena quickly wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, pulled on the suit jacket she was wearing and opened the door to find herself face to face with Jason and his indifferent expression. He looked at her and fixed his gaze on her slightly reddened eyes.

"That, kitten, was a knock, weren't you taught that when you enter a room that isn't yours, you should knock?" Elena stared at him in disbelief. Was he blaming her for interrupting his fun? "Don't call me that sir, I'm sorry for my inappropriate intrusion, it won't happen again" she gathered all the pain and hatred she was feeling at the moment and tried to walk past him. Jason stopped her with a hand on the frame and she looked up, eyes narrowing.

"Where are you going kitty? You cut me off and now I'm turned on with a furious fiancee who refuses to finish what she started so you're going to have to take care of me" Elena glared at him like he hadn't taken his pills but then smiled, stepped back, grabbed his lapel, pulled him inside and closed the door. "At your service, sir" she hummed sweetly, resting her hands on his chest and pushing him back against the sink, legs slightly arched on either side of him.

Elena unbuckled his belt and pants, Jason closed his eyes and threw his head back, moaning as her hand slipped inside and her fingers cupped his balls, then she squeezed hard and he growled, lowering his bloodshot eyes to her. "Never again" Elena hissed, clinging to him and squeezing harder. "Don't call me 'kitty'!" Jason grunted in pain and gripped the counter to keep from hitting her. "And most of all, don't ever come near me, don't touch me, don't look at me!" Elena screamed in a whisper, pulling out her hand and he left the toilet with his head held high.

Jason wasn't sleeping with Bianca, at least not anymore. Ever since that first night when Elena found herself in his bed, he just couldn't get her off his mind. What she had found in his office was his fiancée's attempt to rekindle his passion, but once again Jason had only thought of Elena and when she caught them he felt a pang as he watched her run away with a hurt expression.

His balls hurt and he wanted to strangle her, but the jealousy in her eyes, the revenge, nothing had turned him on more. She turned him on like no other. But for two weeks now, his stubborn little jealous kitten has rejected his every attempt at sex, even refusing to stand within a meter of him. It made him chase her, hunt her, and that only increased his desire.

He gripped his glass so hard he nearly broke it. The long black dress hugged her like a nocturnal cloak, making his mouth water. Her breasts filled the plunging neckline and her silky thighs kept him imagining her legs around his neck or around his waist. He wanted to dig his fingers into her tight cunt and punish her for every time she looked at another man, smiled and flirted with another.

"Jason, honey, would you pay attention to me?" Bianca hung on his arm and pouted coquettishly. Jason growled in annoyance and tore his hand away from hers. Bianca was starting to annoy him, her feminine instincts were screaming that she was losing her grip around him and she was doing her best to get his attention back. "No" he growled and almost bit the rim of his glass, when a man wrapped his arm around Elena's waist, leaned closer, said something in her ear and she laughed.

She never laughed for him, not like that, ironically and sourly, mockingly, but not sincerely and cheerfully. Not that he had given her occasion, he had declared to her that she belonged to him, but he had not cared for her except to quench her passion. The error was reported. "Come on honey, you're boring" Bianca complained sullenly and he gave her an icy look. "Then find someone funny, Bianca, because I'm sick of you hanging around my neck!" Jason barked and Bianca looked at him in disbelief.

"What...what does that mean?" her eyes filled with tears and her lips quivered theatrically. Jason huffed in annoyance, looking up just as the man kissed Elena on the cheek and she let him. Jason almost exploded, jealousy was like poison seeping into his being and pushing him to the brink of insanity, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth gnashed and he directed his anger at Bianca. "It means it's over between us, Bianca!" she opened and closed her mouth, tears starting to flow, ruining her otherwise flawless makeup.

"But...you can't...what about the contract? What about us?" she cried and Jason shrugged nonchalantly. "There is no us, Bianca, there never was, you were just a sex doll, you are no longer interesting to me, as far as the contract goes, guess what, I don't care!" he drank his glass at once, thrust it into her hands, and strode towards Elena and her suitor. He was going to kill the bastard and then wring Elena's sweet neck and punish her for not letting him touch her for two weeks when she was letting someone else.

He grabbed her upper arm and roughly yanked her from the other man's arms, dragging her towards the exit. They could all go to hell, the guests, the charity, her damn stubbornness and her fucking jealousy. Elena had to run to keep up with his huge steps. "Sir, it hurts!" she tried to free herself, but Jason was holding her too tightly, walking in front of her without saying anything, without looking at her, but Elena could see the anger even in his profile.

He took her out to the hotel parking lot, took her keys from the valet and pulled her to his. He unlocked and shoved her into the passenger seat, bent down, buckled her seat belt and before her stunned gaze, went around and sat in the driver's seat. "What..." she bit her tongue and her words got stuck in her throat. "One more word, kitten, and we'll be on the front page tomorrow, I swear!" he growled lowly and Elena cringed.

None of them said a word, neither while they were traveling, nor when he parked in front of the building where he lived, nor when he again roughly dragged her out of the car. She didn't protest the force with which he gripped her hand in the elevator, nor how mercilessly he nearly threw her to the ground in his apartment. Jason was breathing heavily, sweat beaded on his forehead and his pupils were so dilated with anger that they almost obscured his dark hazel irises, turning them black as death.

"Jason..." Elena was scared, she had seen him angry, raging, but never like this. His fingers clenched and unclenched convulsively as he towered over her, staring fixedly, his jaw quivering with the barely restrained urge to strangle her. "Shut up!" he rasped, and Elena bit her lip. "Just shut the fuck up!" he repeated and stepped forward, and Elena pushed back, sliding on the marble away from him. Her eyes darkened with terror.

"I told you once, Miss Vale" Jason was shaking with jealousy, red spots forming in front of his eyes, clouding his vision. His chest heaved quickly and laboriously. "You belong to me!" Elena opened her mouth to answer, but decided it was wiser not to. "You're mine, Elena!" he stood over her and crouched, grabbing her hair. Elena whimpered as he tugged at the silky locks, threatening to tear them from her scalp.

"I told you that you were mine, that you were a whore only for my cock, didn't I?" his cheeks turned white, his face was so red that it was about to explode. Elena cried and tried to pull away, but he dropped to his knees and sat on her hips. "Jason, please, it hurts!" she sobbed, tears filling her eyes giving the gray a metallic sheen. "It's okay, let it hurt, that way you'll know what I felt while I was watching you offer yourself to that greasy nothingness!" he roared, her blood running cold.

She knew that Jason was jealous, but he had no right to treat her like that, not when she was the one who shared him and wanted him for herself. He had no right to demand fidelity when he could not offer it himself. "Let me go, Jason!" she grabbed his wrist and resisted the lightning in his gaze. "I said let me go, you jerk!" Elena screamed in his face and he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. "Oh kitty, first you rejected me, then you let someone else touch what's mine, and now you're ordering me around?" he laughed hoarsely and Elena's heart stopped, she had tried to stand up for herself, but in this state, his limits were very narrow.

"Jason..." her voice dropped to a soft whisper in an attempt to calm him down. She trailed her fingers up his chest and neck until she cupped his cheek, rising to her other hand. He was crouching so low that their lips almost touched. His eyes pierced her with the anger of a wounded predator, the jealousy made them even deeper and more mysterious. "You are mine, Elena!" he seemed to find no other words to describe how he felt, how he feels now, and she understood him, she knew what it felt like.

Elena knew the powerlessness of looking at the desired person in the arms of another, because she had seen him in his office. Because 'I'm falling for him' had long since turned into 'I'm in love with him', but she knew that their relationship had no chance. He would marry for good and with a purpose, while she would stand on the sidelines, watching, faking a smile and trying to bear the jealousy and pain of their end.

And Jason had to accept it, no matter how possessive he was, he had to let her go at some point, because Bianca was the one who was right for him, she was on his level, she was part of the elite that Jason moved in, while Elena was only a fleeting experience that he would forget as soon as another caught his attention.

Tears burned her cheeks, Jason just looked at her, gritting his teeth and pouting, clutching her hair as if desperate to punish her. "For the last time" Elena thought and pressed their lips together. "Just this one last time" Jason growled and pinned her to the floor, kissing her with wild, painful passion. Elena tugged at his clothes impatiently, his hands lifted her dress and he gripped her thigh mercilessly, lifting her leg to his waist.

The world spun, Jason let go of her hair, reached up and grabbed both ends of her cleavage, tearing it apart with a roar, Elena whimpered and arched herself up against him, offering him the fullness of her rounded breasts. He sucked her nipple, along with almost half of her breast, roughly squeezing the other, trying to fit between her legs, struggling with her long dress. Elena closed her eyes and surrendered to his attack, to his jealousy, allowed him to indulge in his desire to punish her.

Her heart sank crying at the possibility that this would be their last time together, at the thought that if he was never to touch her again, she would do her best to keep every trace of Jason on her body. And he seemed to be deranged, his hands covering every part of her body, tearing her dress, her lingerie and his own clothes. And when they were both completely naked, he got up on his knees and looked down her body.

His gaze was devastating, promising to crush her, an animalistic hunger mixed with his anger and jealousy and seemed to pierce every nerve in its path. As if sealing the suction and teeth marks on her breasts, the excited red marks on her smooth skin, his fingers hooked and squeezed her knees and Elena moaned. She herself was devouring every inch of him, his broad shoulders, his muscular veined arms, his well built chest and abs.

"Fuck me, Jason" his gaze snapped to hers and possessively pierced her, claiming her soul as his. "Please" she knew exactly what he wanted, how much he wanted to hear her beg him, to tell him that she wanted to feel him inside her. Jason was a beast whose hunger for possession could not simply be satisfied, he wanted to make sure Elena would surrender and she would give him just that. "Please, Jason, I want to feel your cock throbbing in my pussy!" she cried, his face contorted in cruelty.

"He was touching you!" his voice was cutting and accusing. "I know" Elena tried to touch him, to calm his jealousy, but he pulled away. "You let him" his teeth chattered furiously and Elena swallowed. "I'm sorry" Jason trembled, his cock ripping between her thighs, whispering promises of pain and insane pleasure. "Why aren't you laughing for me, Elena?" his question caught her off guard and she lowered her eyebrows in confusion. "To...to laugh?" she repeated and Jason growled.

"And your laugh is mine, Elena, everything you have is mine!" he lifted her knees so high that Elena's back arched, her stomach contracted, and she was completely exposed to his gaze. "It's all mine!" he sucked her clit so hard that Elena clung to the marble and screamed, throwing her head back. His tongue licked the length of her entrance, his teeth gnawing at the sensitive flesh, then he sucked her wetness, pushing his tongue inside.

If this was her punishment, then she would die hundreds of thousands of times, allowing him to punish her over and over again. If this was the price for the beast in him to calm down, then Elena welcomed every pain, every cry, every moan he would give her. And Jason was ruthless. Her core throbbed and she screamed his name desperately, her orgasm being sucked in and running down his throat, but Jason didn't seem to notice, continuing to eat her. Or maybe he thought it wasn't enough.

Her mind froze, Elena turned into a crazed moaning and purring mess, her screams reverberating through the huge maisonette and seeming to excite the animal in it. Jason swirled his tongue around her clit, supporting her ass, holding it comfortably high, and inserted two fingers into her cunt, twisting them as he finger fucked her with incredible speed. New waves washed over her, her lungs seemed to refuse to take the weight of her rapid breathing, her heart was ready to burst.

"Jason!" he bit her clit, prolonging her orgasm indefinitely. And suddenly he pulled back, her ass hit the marble hard and she whimpered in pain. Jason grabbed her hair and sat her up, squeezed her throat, pulled her up higher and Elena cried. "Suck, whore!" he ordered coldly and Elena choked, trying to push him away as his cock plunged into her throat so deep her eyes almost popped out.

Elena was desperately trying to catch her breath, Jason had always been rough with sex, but this was on a whole different level, it wasn't just lust and need, nor dominance, it was rage. He pumped her throat like he was fucking her pussy, uninterested in her pain or the damage his huge, hard, throbbing cock was doing. Jason was far from rude, he was cruel and seemed to forget that she existed not just as a fuck hole, but as a living being.

He threw his head back and let out a loud wail, Elena tried to swallow the cum that was filling her throat as he kept pushing the tip of his cock down her throat. She felt like as he came, his cock was getting even bigger, even thicker and harder, threatening to dislocate her jaw. Jason thrust a few more times, then pushed her back hard, and before Elena could catch her breath and overcome the dizziness from lack of air, he penetrated her pussy so hard and deep that she writhed and screamed weakly and painfully. 

Nothing could describe the feeling, his cock was piercing so deeply that Elena wasn't sure if she could handle the mixture of pain and ecstasy. And as if to refute her, Jason grabbed and lifted her ass, thrusting harder and unimaginably deep. The thrusts of his hips sent electricity through her body, enough to keep half the city's lights on for at least a day.

As if possessed by a demon, he drove her to insanity, swinging her between pain and crazy pleasure. Elena no longer knew how many orgasms she had experienced, but she could feel the next one pouring out, stronger and longer than the last, squeezing the life out of her and foreshadowing another one. Jason was fucking her to insane limits never before reached by a human being.

And just when Elena decided that she couldn't do it anymore, that she couldn't fly any higher, she felt the warmth of his sperm filling her womb, her eyes turned and she bit her lips, feeling the sweet metallic taste of blood. Jason settled on top of her with a low growl, his face in her neck, his cock continuing to pump cum into her and she let the feeling of fullness and darkness begin to envelop her.

Destroyed. Jason had fucked many women, but only Elena drove him to this kind of madness, only she could make his cock stay hard even though he had just finished and it seemed like only she could deal with the monster that jealousy was turning him into . He tried to catch his breath, he could feel her heart beating against his, their rhythm seemed to be conducted by the same conductor and the timing was just perfect.

He looked up and his brows sank. Elena was so red, as if all her blood had pooled in her face. The same blood that ran down the side of her lips and down her jaw, sinking somewhere in her hair at the back of her neck. "Elena, kitten?" he gritted his teeth, this time he had gone too far, he could tell by the pain and tension in his own body, by the tingling of his cock. "Damn it, kitty?" he quickly rolled onto his side next to her, leaning on his elbow and lightly slapped her cheek.

"Shit, I'm sorry, kitten" Jason stood up, crouched down and scooped her up in his arms. Only seconds ago, consumed by his anger and jealousy, he seemed to have seen nothing but the man who had been touching Elena, he hadn't noticed that they were on the floor in the hall, nor the pieces of their clothes around them. His gaze slid over her relaxed face, closed eyes, sore, wounded lips. On her shoulders, neck and chest, even on her stomach, there were clear marks from his teeth, redness that would probably turn blue and mar the perfection of her smooth skin.

He had wanted to punish her, to mark her, to ruin any chance of Elena ever wanting another, but instead he had made her cross her own line and bear his wrath like no other before her. "Good girl kitty, I promise I'll make up for it" he gently lifted and placed her head on his shoulder, kissing her forehead and walked to the second floor carrying her to his bedroom.