Seven goddamn days I’ve sat in silence, and one mention of my abusive ex-husband has me yelling at Jace. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t be caught dead telling a man to shut the fuck up, let alone being so forward telling them to fuck me in the same sentence. I guess killing Eric sucked the give a damn right out of me. Jace thinks I was crying from his moving speech, but in reality, all I wanted was for him to be fucking quiet and make me cum.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright, Little Slut. You’re going to wish you spoke sooner and with less of a bratty attitude.” Jace says, driving the entire length of his shaft into me with one giant thrust. I want to say something witty back at him for calling me a brat, but my eyes damn near bulge out of their sockets the deeper his cock.

Under the red lights, I’m staring directly up at his face, but his concentration is glued solely on his dick, inserting in and out of me. As his pounding starts to quicken, my back rubs against the carpet below, and the burn is so good. When his dick hits that particular spot inside me, a loud sound slips past my lips. It’s not high pitched like before. It’s low, breathy, and ugly, but that doesn’t deter Jace. In fact, as he pulls back some, his dick feels bigger and harder, if that's even possible. I can’t think about dick-growing statistics for long because when he slowly slams back in, my back arches off the floor, and I scream, “Yes, Jace, more.” My voice breaks his heavy focus, and the moment our eyes meet, there’s a sense of ownership flowing through him. Being owned is the last thing I thought I wanted after being stuck in an abusive marriage for fourteen almost fifteen years, but the longer our gaze remains on each other, the more right it feels.

“If you ever shut me out again,” he pants as he pulls out of my dripping cunt and places the head of his dick on top of my swollen clit. With two hands placed around his base, he rubs himself back and forth against my sensitive nub while grunting, “I will lock you to that Saint Andrews cross over there and make you cum until you are crying for me to stop and let you down.'' I'm probably crazy for taking his threat as an invitation, but it’s good to know my big, strong stalker has a weakness, and I am the key to it. I store that information in the back of my head for later and lift my hips so more of him is touching me. Jace uses the position and wraps my legs around his waist so my sex is pressing against his rock hard length. I think he’s about to re-enter me, but instead, he leans into me until our warm, naked bodies are pressed together. A phone notification goes off somewhere in the room, interrupting the intense moment. Jace doesn’t move an inch, but I can't help my head from creeping to the side to look for the phone when a call comes in directly after.

With one hand, Jace grasps my chin, straightens my head so I look back at him, and says,” Eyes up here, Rory, whoever it is can wait.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, then trails suckling kisses across my collarbone to the side of my neck. Behind my ear, he latches his teeth to my skin and bites hard, sending tingling shocks to my clit. That’s going to leave a mark for sure.

“You came, Little Slut, and the proof is all over the carpet, Now it’s my turn, and I’m not going to go easy on you,” he whispers, and when his warm breath hits the wet spot from his kisses, tiny hairs raise all over my body. Easy on me? What the fuck? I was crawling laps with a tail hanging out of my ass a mere 20 minutes ago. I don’t think Jace knows the definition of going easy. I’ve only experienced rough and feral with him. Before I can question him about his comment, Jace slides his arms under my shoulders, and as he starts to lift my back off the ground, I quickly link my hands around his neck. When fully standing, Jace struts with me across the room. Without coming to a complete stop, he tosses me onto the bed I saw when first entering the room, and the back of my head bounces off the soft, satiny comforter. I plant my hands to the side in an attempt to push myself up some, but Jace pounces on to the bed first, dropping me back down.

“Talk some more for me, Rory. I want to hear that sexy little voice of yours begging me to shove this dick back inside you.” He demands while spreading my legs open and placing himself at the center of them. He’s not wrong, and I tilt my head up some so I’m looking directly into his warm brown eyes to give him what he wants, but my opportunity is wiped when the tip of his cock starts sliding through my wetness. The warmth from his member back on my skin ignites an inferno within me. His statement a few minutes ago about not going easy on me may have thrown me off, but I want Jace to fuck me hard and give me his all.

At my entrance, he rubs his cock back and forth against me but never inserts himself. He’s teasing me, and fuck does it feel good. Jace lowers his head so he’s at my other entrance and repeats the same motion. Moving fast, switching between the two spots, I barely notice an urge to pee when a gush of liquid squirts out.  My back arches, my head flies back, and as I stare up into the red shadows on the ceiling, I can’t help but scream from the release. I’ll never get used to that, no matter how many times it happens.

I’ve barely brought my head back down when Jace recedes from his spot between my legs and flips me over like a pancake, so I'm face down on the comforter. Knowing where this is going, I sluggishly get onto my hands and knees, then look over my shoulder at him and scold, “What the fuck, Jace! I would have turned over for you if you used your words like a fucking adult and just asked.”

The moment the last word passes my lips, he grabs a fistful of my hair from the base of my scalp so my neck is stretched back and pushes his entire length into me until he is balls deep. “Mhmh, Oh, god, yes,” I moan, still not used to his size. His thrusts are slow, but with each one, Jace adds more force until he is pounding into me so hard the whole bed seems to be moving with us. I don’t know what's louder, our sweat clad skin slapping together or the lavish backboard bashing against the wall.  Jace lets go of my hair, shoves my face down into comforters, and growls, “You are all mine, Little Slut, and I am going to keep filling this needy pussy of yours until your womb is bearing my child.” 

“Please do,” I confess into the pillow inaudibly. We’ve been playing for what seems like hours, and my limbs are shaking like jello, but as soon as Jace releases his hold on the back of my head, I rise to all fours, rocking my hips back until I’m meeting him thrust for thrust.

The phone from earlier begins to ring again. Whoever is calling must really need Jace's attention. Too bad he’s balls deep inside of me and isn’t bothered by it a bit. I look over my shoulder when the ringing doesn’t stop to see if he wants to answer, but before I can say anything, he says, “They can wait. Now turn forward.” I face him for another second before mumbling “Yes sir” and doing as I’m told. I don’t have enough energy to defy him anymore tonight.

Jace grabs hold of my breast in each hand, then lies his sweaty, muscled chest against my back. He squeezes tightly and uses his grip to slam me up and down on his cock. His tempo becomes more forceful, pushing me closer to the edge. Another orgasm doesn’t seem possible. I’m shuddering from head to toe, but as what has to be the tenth one of the night takes over, I moan out in pleasure. Like a domino effect, Jace pumps into me a few more times, then does as promised and fills me up with his come. His cock is pulsing, and as he slowly exits, his warm release drips out of me onto the bed.

“This won’t do,” Jace grumbles, still behind me. What won’t do? He can’t be regretting me being here already, not after basically kidnapping me and locking me in this mansion. My body collapses onto the bed. I’m over being face down for the night, so I roll over and let the comfort of the bed take me away, but Jace’s hands are back on me in an instant. He spreads my legs apart and draws a finger up the inner part of my thigh, stopping with one finger on my clit. He flicks the sensitive spot, causing me to yelp, and gathers any of our mixed release that's escaped on his digit and shoves it back inside of me.

“Much better, every drop counts,” he says confidently, then leans down, kisses the top of my pubic bone, and finishes his statement with, “Now lift those hips.” My body complies with him so easily, and I don’t give a fuck. Jace may be my stalker, but I’ve never felt more alive or seen than I do in his presence.

Consciousness is slowly waning from me, but when the bed dips, I peek my left eye open. At the bar, I spot Jace. His face is lit up by his phone, and although his expression is blank, I have an inkling our story is still far from a happy ending. Not wanting to stress or panic any longer, I put all my trust in Jace and re close my eyes. Who knows if we're sleeping in here or returning to the bedroom, but either way, I’m not a back sleeper. Sluggishly, I scootch back to the pillows, kick the blanket down, and get cozy on my side with one of my knees up to my chest.

Briefly, I recall Jace covering my naked figure with the blanket but sleep almost instantly swept me away. A dream nearly as vivid as a movie was flickering above me, and right when I was watching my future play out with Jace and our babies, a loud BANG BANG BANG jolts me awake. I must have been in a deep sleep for a while because there is a drool spot the size of an orange on my pillow, and at some point, Jace cuddled up behind me with an arm around my waist. The banging occurs again, and I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m actually awake and not back at the hell house hiding from Eric inside the cabinets. Mid knock, Jace unwraps himself from around me, gets off the bed, and trudges to the double doors I crawled through what seems like forever ago now.

In Jace’s presence, I know he would put his life on the line to protect me. He’s proven that time and time again. That still doesn’t give me much peace in this situation, I have no knowledge of my surroundings in case something terrible happens and I’m butt ass naked. I’ve barely gotten the blanket yanked up to my chin and am hugging it tightly when light from Jace opening the door seeps into the dark as can be room. Behind his giant figure, I can't quite make out who is at the door, but whoever it is, Jace can’t keep his volume down despite his lousy attempt at whispering.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning. What the fuck do you two want.”

“Sorry, dude, we’ve been calling you for hours. Didn’t you see our text messages?” I may not be able to see him, but from our one phone conversation, I instantly recognize Nyx’s silly voice. An alarm goes off in my head. What’s so important they had to come here and wake us up? Are they taking Jace away for a job? Fuck! I hope not! We still have a lot to discuss, and I’m not ready for him to be taken from me so soon.

“This isn’t the time or the place. Come back or call me in the morning,” Jace barks, attempting to close the door, but Nyx and his partner push through the doors, and when Malachi makes eye contact with me, I whip the blanket over my head to hide. “Malachi, you damn well know you guys have no access to this room, especially while Rory is here. Get the fuck out.” Jace demands with such authority that my nipples go hard. Fuck he’s hot when he’s bossy.

“Jace, you’re not fucking listening. We’re here because you left us no choice by ignoring our calls and texts,” Malachi says sternly. I imagine Jace gave him some sort of silent sign to go on because someone continues speaking shortly after. This time, it’s Nyx, and he doesn’t sound silly anymore.

“Jamie reported Eric as missing. The cops have been snooping around at Opulence towers, and they’re looking for Rory.“

𝑸𝙪𝒆𝙨𝒕𝙞𝒐𝙣: 𝑰 𝒉𝙖𝒗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝒐𝙩 𝙞𝒏 𝒔𝙩𝒐𝙧𝒆 𝒇𝙤𝒓 𝑹𝙤𝒓𝙮 𝙖𝒏𝙙 𝙅𝒂𝙘𝒆. 𝘼𝒓𝙚 𝙮𝒐𝙪 𝙧𝒆𝙖𝒅𝙮?

I𝐟 𝐲o𝐮'𝐫e l𝐨o𝐤i𝐧g f𝐨r s𝐨m𝐞t𝐡i𝐧g n𝐞w t𝐨 𝐫e𝐚d w𝐡i𝐥e y𝐨u w𝐚i𝐭 𝐟o𝐫 𝐭h𝐞 𝐧e𝐱t c𝐡a𝐩t𝐞r c𝐡e𝐜k o𝐮t
𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒔 by MinervaLaurent