by Rina Kent
"You know what I want, Pet?" He leans down, nuzzling my neck and biting my right earlobe. "I want you to come on my cock. I want to know what you feel like when you do."
One more sob and I'm right there. As moans rip themselves from my lips, Jasper grabs me by the wrists and holds me down. I shake my head, crying, pleading, and then, suddenly I’m coming on him with such force I groan gutturally. Jasper smothers my mouth with a kiss and my sounds turn needier, softer as he keeps driving inside me with every thrust.
"You want me to come inside you?" His voice is like the devil on my shoulder. "Right here in your juicy cunt? Without a condom, without anything between us?"
"Fuck you," I manage to get out.
"Fuck me? How disappointing." He chuckles as he drives deeper into my pussy. "I could stop..."
"No!" I cry out. "Don't stop, please..."
He grabs me by the throat with gentle but strong fingers. "Beg me to fuck my cum into you, Pet."
"P-P-Please." I'm stuttering and blushing at my own inability to talk. "Please, Jasper... Please fuck me. I want to be full, put it all inside me."
He grunts, moving his hand up my neck and to my cheeks and holds me tight, making my lips pucker. His brows knit together in anger as he fucks me and I come again, in time for his orgasm. When I feel his cock spurting its seed inside me, my body reacts wildly. I thrash under him, and he holds me down, driving into me one last time. I feel wetness dripping down between us, and Jasper reaches down between my legs and scoop up our mixed juices.
He massages our cum into my pussy, focusing on my clit and making me mewl out in pleasure. "You did so well, Pet. What a good girl."
He stares at me, seeming drunk on a feeling, a state of mind. With fascination, he watches his own fingers spreading our wetness all over my skin. As if subconsciously, his hand massages more into my belly, his eyes losing focus as he stares at me.
A moment later, he snaps out of it. It’s almost as if I imagined the whole thing. As if this is a dream and I’m waking up from it.
"You’re a good pet." Jasper gets up, his hands leaving me. "I'll get going now.”
"What?" I ask, pulling myself up on my elbows. "You're leaving?"
He turns around, looks at me, then sighs deeply. In two steps he's back at the counter, and with one hard smack, he hits my pussy.
"What are you doing?!" I scream, fighting the tingles of pleasure erupting on my sensitive skin.
"Behave," he reminds me like I'm some bratty kid. "I'll be back for more, Pet.”
11
Jasper
People don’t know what they’re talking about when they say they’re obsessed.
For them, liking something a lot or being overly interested in something is equivalent to obsession.
It’s not.
You never really know you’re obsessed until you lose all common sense and control.
The moment you’re consumed and find yourself doing things in a compulsive, sporadic way, that’s when it becomes an obsession —raw and ugly in its truest form.
As I stand by the old Honda in the silence of the evening, I roll back to the events that led me here.
What made me obsessed? Sure, it started with that fake fucking smile, but that’s not all, is it?
Was it when I followed her the first day? When I kicked the boy out of the apartment to keep it to myself? When I watched her naked the first time? When I witnessed her have dinner with another man and decided that wouldn’t fucking happen again?
Or it could be when I broke in, went through her things, and decided there’s more to learn.
Or it could be because of how she submitted to me when I fucked her three ways to Sunday yesterday. The way her body moulded to mine like she always belonged there, and she always will.
If there was a tiny chance, I’d kick her out of my system and put a stop to whatever the fuck this is, but any chance of that evaporated the moment I sunk inside her and she made those small satisfied noises, like she’s been waiting her entire fucking life for me.
Now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no way I’ll stop. I can but that will only happen under two scenarios; One, a knife to my little Petal’s throat, making her unavailable. Two, continuing to fuck her until I get bored.
I can’t quite bring myself to do the first option, even though it’s out of character for me.
For the first time in my life, I’m going with option two. In my quest to erase any habits that could cripple me, I never fucked the same woman more than once.
The thought of never touching my little Petal again is fucking tragic. I don’t even want to consider it.
She comes out of the staff exit, wrapping a coat around her slender waist. Her strides cut through the distance in record time, her tiny frame barely noticeable.
It’s a curious thing how an invisible person was able to catch my attention in such a morbid way.
As I watch her approaching me, I’m cut with two different emotions. The first, I fucking hate her for bringing chaos into my ordered life. The second, I want to fuck that hate out of her body, use her and fill her every hole with my cum.
My little Petal stops abruptly in front of me, finally having noticed me. Her expression morphs to slight surprise before she masks it.
Considering the way things ended yesterday, I didn’t expect a warm welcome. I left her pleased and used with my cum dripping down her thighs. I needed the distance because I was tempted to kiss the fuck out of her and run her a bath. Go fucking figure.
I don’t ever do that.
The thought of wanting to do it for my little Petal was enough to get me out of her apartment without her having to say anything.
“You actually know how to show up.”
I take the jab of her words with a nod. She has the right to be mad and kick me out of her life, if she wants to.
Doesn’t mean I’ll go, though.
That’s not how it works with me.
“I’ll drive you.” I point at my Mercedes across the parking lot.
“I have my own car.” She keeps her expression closed off as she tries to push me off her car.
I remain planted in front of the driver’s door, not moving an inch. My little Petal must’ve realized she can’t move me and backs off, face reddening with exertion.
She wraps her coat around her frame, using it as a shield. “Do you mind?”
“Yes, I do, actually. I said I’ll drive you.”
Her furious metal gaze snaps my way. “You don’t get to demand things from me after you left me that way yesterday. I’m not your toy.”
“No.” I reach out and grab her by the chin. “You’re my pet.”
Her lips quiver as I tighten my hold around her, forcing her to stare up at me with wild petrified eyes. I can feel the rush of fear snaking down her body, but at the same time, her eyes shine with the potency of the thrill.
It’s almost the same look she gave me when I thrust into her tight cunt and owned her for the first time. Fear and excitement are the most exquisite look on her.
“Let me go,” she tries to shift sideways, probably searching for someone.
“Do you think anyone can save you from me, Pet?”
“S-Someone will see.”
“See what?”
She averts her gaze. “You know.”
I shake her by the chin, forcing her to meet my gaze again. “Know what?”
“Jasper…”
“What?”
“We’re in public.”
“And that’s important because?”
“I…” She gulps, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.
“You what? Don’t want your little friends to know you’re getting fucked by me? Is that it, Georgina?”
She glares at me. There’s something I noticed; my little Petal gets upset when I call her by her full name. In such a short time, she has grown to like Pet a lot more than she’ll ever admit.
She pushes at my chest with her tiny hands —or trie
s to anyway, considering I don’t move an inch. “Says the one who walked out on me.”
“Won’t happen again.”
“How do I know that?”
“Get your ass in the car and I’ll prove it in creative ways.”
She swallows, her throat working with the up and down of the movement and then, slowly, too slowly, her thick lashes flutter against her eyes and she nods.
“Good girl.”
I feel the change in her body before I see it. Her entire being softens at my words, and her body temperature rises.
“Are you turned on, my pet?”
“What? No!” Too loud, too defensive.
I release her jaw and snake my hand down her stomach. “Maybe I should find out myself.”
She pushes away from me and half-jogs toward my car. A soft chuckle leaves my lips as I follow her.
As soon as we hit the road, my little Petal’s curious gaze rakes over me. I pretend I don’t notice, keeping my entire focus on the road, but I can feel her eyes surrounding me like smoke, trying to weed me out.
Petal isn’t the curious type. I’ve seen how she always keeps out of any drama or connection and tries to go through her day just so she can go back to the fat, lazy cats.
Unless there’s a cat in the equation, my little Petal always keeps out of any interaction.
The fact that she’s interested in me should be bothersome, but a smirk tilts my lips anyway.
This has turned a lot more interesting than I originally planned.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks.
Smirking, but semantics. “I just thought of something.”
“What?”
“You under me as I fuck you until you pass out, Pet.”
The sound of her gulp fills the car along with something else; her arousal. I can feel it without even inhaling deep.
“Is that all you think about when it comes to me?” she asks.
“Of course not. I also keep thinking about the ways I’ll fill your every hole with my cum.”
“Point made.” Her voice drops, she’s trying to sound upset, but she can’t control the tremor at the end.
She wants this as much as me, she just doesn’t want to admit it.
We’ll change that with time.
“Dinah says hi.” She pushes her hair back and subtly changes the subject. “She kind of likes you. Like a little.”
I raise an eyebrow, glancing at her. “Kind of? A little?”
“Fine, a lot. You’re such an arrogant asshole, do you know that?”
“I love the sound of compliments from those lips, Pet.”
“Whatever. What have you done to my friend that she’s so under your spell?”
“Why don’t you ask her?”
“Well, I’m asking you.”
“I was just being my charming self.”
“Yeah, right.” She fingers the strap of her bag. “Would you have been interested in me if Dinah didn’t introduce us?”
Hmm. She’s being self-conscious, which doesn’t suit her. Sure, I can make her feel better, but that will put my position in jeopardy.
I pretend to think about it. “Probably not.”
“That was... too direct.”
“Do you want me to lie to you?”
“Of course not.” She stares through the window at the lit-up buildings blurring past us.
“But I would’ve eventually found you,” I say, for no reason than to wipe that pout off her face.
My little Petal looks her best when she’s weak and at my mercy, but I realize with a tinge of annoyance that I dislike seeing her hurt.
Not by me, and not by anyone else.
She slowly turns around and manages to hide some of the hope shining in her eyes. “What does that mean?”
“It means, finding you was a fact, not an option.”
“You’re so weird, Jasper.”
“Weird how?”
“Sometimes, I feel like you care, and others, it’s just like you’re stone cold. Which one is real?”
The stone-cold part, or rather the calculative, no-nonsense one. I didn’t even know I had the other part until my little Petal barged into my life and refused to leave.
When I say nothing, she continues, “And I find myself curious about you. Why don’t you tell me anything about yourself?”
“I thought Dinah told you how old I am and where I work.”
“That’s not what I’m interested in. How did you grow up? What’s your favorite color? Book? Movie? Band?”
“I grew up alone and I have no favorites in anything.”
“Everyone does.”
“What are yours?”
Her favorite color is blue and she likes a lot of fantasy authors. Her favorite movie is this creepy French horror shit and she listens to the same The Verve song every day.
I remain silent as she recite them anyway, because well, that’s what’s considered normal. I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate me enumerating them for her.
Or maybe she would.
Once finished, she faces me. “Is there anything you like to do aside from work?”
You. But I don’t say that, it’s still too soon to unleash the extent of my madness on her. “Jogging.”
“What else?”
Killing, carving up traitors’ faces. But then again, she doesn’t need to know that.
“Nothing.” I take the turn toward her apartment. “Tell me about you. How did you grow up?”
“From one foster home to the other.” She says the words with strange calm as if she doesn’t feel them. Interesting. It’s almost as if she numbed herself to that part of her life.
“How about your parents?”
A sheen of sadness covers her features. “They died when I was young... an accident.”
I glance at her then focus back on the road. She hesitated at the end, which means she was either lying or lacked the confidence to say the words.
Interesting.
Maybe her family history has something to do with why she keeps drawing me in.
I tuck away that information for later as we stop in front of her building.
I feel the presence before I catch a glimpse of the car parked right in front of my building.
Fuck. I should’ve known Lucio would show his face at my house sooner or later. I never tell him where I live, but he finds me anyway —more proof that the city is under his command. There’s no rat Lucio Costa can’t find on his turf.
He stands in front of the car with Marco, their gazes are focused on my building as if contemplating if they should go inside or burn the thing to weed me out.
I turn to tell my little Petal to stay in the car, but she’s already out.
Fuck.
The last thing I want is for her to meet Lucio. It wouldn’t have mattered if it were any other woman, but with her, it does.
The moment Marco’s eyes fall on her, I itch to fetch my knife and jam it straight into his fucking neck.
My little Petal is oblivious to the attention she’s getting from Lucio’s second in command as she strides to her building.
When noticing I’m not following behind, she stops and turns around. Her gaze doesn’t linger on me though. The moment she sees Lucio, her entire body turns rigid like a board.
Her fingers shake on the strap of her purse and her face pales to an alarming level with every passing second.
Lucio watches her with a disinterest that doesn’t match the lust on his henchman’s face.
That’s when I follow her field of vision. She’s not watching Lucio, she’s focused on his hand, on the tattoo tendrils escaping from underneath his shirt sleeves and the spider head at the back of his hands.
Her breaths turn shallow and she looks on the verge of fainting, just like the other time when she saw the spider in her house.
I stop myself from running to her and steadying her. If I show any ounce of interest, Lucio and Marco will find ways to use her against me.
I’m the
one who exploits weaknesses, not the other way around.
My little Petal gulps before she turns around and steps towards her building with unsteady shaky legs. She remains at the front, waiting for me without a word.
Good girl.
I stride to Lucio and Marco, placing both hands in my pockets. “To what do I owe this visit?”
“We have a meeting.” Lucio motions at the car. “Get inside.”
“I have a boarding school to visit,” I say. “About that Costa heir you love so much.”
“He’s not an heir,” Lucio snarls in my face.
Like an obedient dog, Marco closes in on me, reaching for his gun under his jacket. Fucking asshole would love to put a bullet in my head.
“Not an heir,” I say in a bored voice. “Still, I have to go to that boarding school.”
My boarding school.
It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the Costa heir and I went to the same school.
If Giovani is screwing with me, he’ll have his life as collateral.
“Then you’ll attend the meeting and then go to that boarding school.” Lucio glares. “Any objections?”
Marco smirks, taunting me to go against his boss’s order.
I open the car door and slide inside, occupying Lucio’s usual seat.
The sooner we’re done, the faster I can go back to Petal who’s still standing in front of the building, watching with wild eyes.
No one gets to scare her under my watch.
No. Fucking. One.
Lucio included.
12
Georgina
Something about that man has awakened a fear inside me, and it's refusing to stop clenching my heart with its steely fingers. I wait in the shadow of my doorway after he gets in the car, nervously fidgeting.
A moment passes, but Jasper doesn’t come back. Instead, the car rolls in the streets and away. A hot, fiery sensation bubbles in my veins.
Enough.
I won’t be blindsided, worrying, and thinking about what the hell is happening whenever I’m with him.