She rubbed herself against him like a kiss, loving how blissful it felt to give in to the desire she had always tried to hide, to simply forget and lose herself in Derek’s touch.
Sensing her surrender, Derek’s arms tightened around her, locking her in an embrace Jaike couldn’t get enough of. His kiss became aggressive and rough, and she loved it like that even more.
She didn’t open her eyes when she felt him lifting her in his arms.
“Bedroom?” His voice was rough with passion.
“Second door,” she croaked out. The words had barely left her mouth before Derek’s lips were on hers again, his tongue reclaiming what it had recently possessed.
Jaike couldn’t suppress the shiver that slithered through her body as she felt Derek lowering her onto her bed. Even so, she couldn’t help releasing a moan of protest when his lips left hers, his body lifting off from her as well.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Derek standing at the foot of the bed, breathing hard, his hair exquisitely mussed, his face flushed with desire. His eyes burned with naked need – for her.
“Are you sure about this, Jaike?” His rock-hard dick strained in protest at the fact that he asked the question. His body told him not to give Jaike a chance to walk away, not when his dick dying to enter her. But he resisted the selfish urges. He wanted more from Jaike, and for that he had to do everything right. Perfect even.
Jaike didn’t want to think, and she hated that he was forcing her to do so. All she wanted was to enjoy his touch. She tried pulling him back to her but he resisted.
“Do I have to rape you?” she muttered, completely annoyed. What else did he want? Her signature on a contract that deeded her virginity to him?
“No, a contract won’t be necessary.” It was only when Derek answered that she realized she had said the words out loud. Derek was grinning, but she was glad to see the thread of pain in it. That meant he was suffering, too.
He caressed her face with his knuckles again. “I need to know you are sure about this. About us. There’s no turning back after this.”
“Yes!” She tugged him to her again, but still he resisted. “What now?” she all but demanded, her body writhing in desire for him, aching for his touch all over.
Derek gripped her chin. “Listen to me, Jaike. I’m not like other men. If you decide to take me, it will be on my terms.”
He meant he wanted to be her Dom, but they both knew it was too early to say those words out loud. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the cobwebs of passion and liquor. “W-what terms?”
“If I take you, you will be mine, completely mine. I’ll never let you go after this.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. “You’ll have to do whatever I tell you to do when we’re fucking.”
Jaike scowled up at him. Why did he keep saying the word ‘fuck’? Couldn’t he do it instead?
Derek nearly growled in frustration, finally realizing that Jaike was past being tipsy and halfway to being completely drunk. He shook her hard. “Jaike, listen—-”
“I’m listening!” she snapped. “And you’re saying so many things when all you should care about is getting me naked.” Jaike gasped right after the words left her mouth, shock and embarrassment sobering her up.
Derek flashed a wicked smile that had her toes curling and some other more sensitive parts of her body responding. “We’ll get to that, baby. Soon. You should know by now how much I fucking want you. If we’re going to do this, I think I’ll have to punish you for all the years that you made me burn alone, made me goddamn masturbate when it could have been your hands, your mouth on my dick.”
For a moment, all she could do was look at him, unable to believe how turned on she was at his dirty talk.
Derek used one finger to trace her lips, and she trembled at the touch. It was such a simple touch, but it was incredibly sensual and intimate, like a different kind of kiss. The heated promise in his eyes was seductive, fanning the fire of passion in her body, making her ache between her legs. She had never felt like this with Angelo. Only Derek had made her a slave to passion, to his burning desires.
“Remember, baby, I need you to promise me that you will do everything I tell you when we fuck. Everything.”
The import of his words crashed over her. “Everything?” she whispered.
He gave her a curt, hard nod. Both of his hands went to her face, drifting lower to curl around her neck and caress her shoulders.
“What’s it to be?” he grated out when she still didn’t answer. He sounded angry, but when Jaike looked into his eyes, there wasn’t any sign of anger. What looked back at her was mostly desire, one so fierce it took her breath away. But something more important was also there—-the strength of a man who could and would take care of her and find pleasure in doing so.
Derek wasn’t right for her. He’d always be wrong for her, would in fact be the worst choice she could ever make. Jaike knew all those things, but right now none of them mattered.
She really was her mother’s daughter, after all.
Jaike raised her eyes to Derek’s stormy ones and whispered the one word that would change her life permanently. “Yes.”
Chapter Nine
Derek pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her dazed with her first long and leisurely look of his half-naked body. When he started unbuttoning his jeans and pulled the zipper down, a part of her wanted to look away while the other part of her wanted to see more and more.
Her eagerness to see Derek’s entire body naked dismayed her, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from feeling restless. She had loved Angelo, loved him with all her heart, but she had never wanted him this way – with such all-consuming need she couldn’t think of anything except for the white-hot images Derek’s words created.
Her hands on his dick.
Her mouth on his dick.
She wetted her lips.
Derek smiled, and there was more than a touch of arrogance in it.
Jaike felt herself blushing, but the knowledge that he knew what she had been thinking about didn’t stop her from staring. She was helpless against the hunger he had awakened in her, and she was desperate for it to stay. The hunger was the only thing that made her forget.
The jeans went off, and without pausing Derek’s hands went to his tight-fitting boxers, which was the sexiest piece of black clothing Jaike had ever seen in her life. It clung to him like second skin, emphasizing the bold and demanding state of his arousal. The boxers went down, and when Derek straightened she couldn’t help letting out a little gasp.
“It’s been waiting to get inside you for years,” Derek said calmly.
“It will kill me,” she replied automatically, unable to take her gaze off his dick, which was frankly larger and longer than she had imagined.
And then she was gasping again as Derek knelt down on the bed without warning, crawling to her, forcing her to lie back.
In an instant, he had reversed their positions, Derek sitting on the bed and Jaike stumbling for balance on her feet. He stretched, one arm going behind his head as he leaned against the bed’s headboard, his dick jutting proudly between his long and muscular legs.
“Strip, baby.”
Fear struck her for a moment, and she had a very strong urge to run. Was she really going to do this? She had been hurt by the ease with which Angelo had replaced her, but this was worse, so, so much worse.
“Jaike.” His voice was cold and sharp. “I won’t let you back out now,” he gritted out when he saw the guilt and hesitation in her lovely expressive eyes. “From the moment I saw you, it was fucking inevitable, baby. You are mine. Your mind, your heart, your soul – and your hot little body.”
The look in his eyes seduced her, his words exciting her so much that the memories of Angelo faded from her mind completely.
“Get out of those clothes.”
This time she didn’t need another command, her trembling finger
s going to the buttons of her blouse. A part of her was still terrified by the authority Derek so easily exerted over her. For three years she had run away from him, her instincts telling her that if she ever let him wrap his chains around her, she would never want to be set loose.
As her blouse fell to the floor, followed by her slacks, and her cotton underwear, she slowly raised her eyes to meet Derek’s.
“Mine.”
The chains of Derek’s possession clicked in place, with no key in sight. And the scariest thing about it was that she didn’t care. At all.
Triumph blazed inside him as Jaike stood before him, unspeakably lovely in her nakedness. The girl he had desired for years was finally his to take. And he would take her, over and over, fucking her until every inch of her skin would bear an imprint of his touch.
But before anything, he wanted her complete surrender so that not even a kernel of doubt would remain in her mind.
“Say it,” he said harshly. “Say you’re mine.”
Seconds passed, the room filled with Derek’s harsh breathing as he waited tensely for his answer.
Jaike closed her eyes. “Yours.”
For a moment, he was tempted to flip her on her back. He wanted to spank her beautiful buttocks until they became red with his handprint. Derek had seen the slightest hesitation in her eyes, and it fucking hurt.
He understood and appreciated that Jaike was no fickle woman to transfer her emotions so easily. For whatever reason, she had made herself care for the prick. But Valencia was gone, and Derek was here. He would do everything possible to eradicate even the smallest trace of the other man in her heart. Derek wanted her totally consumed by him, the way she had completely consumed his thoughts and his feelings all these years.
He pulled Jaike to him, making her gasp in surprise as she fell on top of his aroused body. He gave her a short hard kiss that made her whimper. It was sexy, rough, and exciting – nothing at all like the wet and sloppy kisses that she had experienced in the past.
“Derek,” she whispered.
His dick rose in response, sliding against her pussy, and startling out another gasp from Jaike.
He moved his mouth to her ear. “And I’m yours, Jaike,” he whispered. “Always been yours.” He bit her ear.
She gasped again, jerking forward in response, her pert breasts pressing against his chest.
“Look at me.” Her eyes rose to meet him, clouded with desire. She looked at Derek the way he had always dreamt she would look at him, utterly willing to do anything to please him.
Her surrender made his dick shoot up, trying to slip into her heat as he bit out, “Say I’m yours, Jaike.”
She smiled tremulously. “Mine. You’re mine.” There was a note of wonder and shy pride in her voice, and Derek exhaled, striving for control as he nearly came at the sound at it.
“Don’t ever fucking forget that, baby. We belong to each other, and I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to get between us.” He kissed her again, fucking her mouth with his tongue until she gasped for breath, her nails digging into his back.
Derek rolled them around, Jaike landing on her back. Not wasting any time, he went down on her, pushing her thighs wide open and pressing his mouth to her pussy.
Fuck gentle foreplay, Derek thought as he inhaled Jaike’s lovely musky scent. He wanted to give her all in one shot, drive her crazy the way she had tormented him all these years.
He thrust his tongue inside her warmth.
Jaike screamed, and her hands immediately went to his hair, trying to use it to pull his head away as she writhed under him.
“Don’t pull.” He held his breath, wondering if she would remember what she had promised.
Slowly, Jaike’s hands loosened its grip.
“Push my head closer so I can eat you better.”
Mindless with passion, Jaike could only obey, pushing his head closer as she lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth.
Derek gave his all to that kiss, using his tongue and lips to say what he knew he couldn’t yet utter through words.
When she started trembling underneath him, her hips bucking wildly, Derek moved up, nuzzling the nub of flesh hidden between the folds. And then he started to suck.
“Please.” Jaike knew she was about to come, and the thought that she was going to have her first orgasm with Derek blew her away, building her excitement into breathless proportions. She pushed her hips up more demandingly, nails biting into the panes of his arched back to urge him to eat her more.
The fact that he was driving her wild drove Derek crazy, too, threatening every ounce of his control, urging him to fuck her with his dick instead of his tongue.
“Please, please.”
“Please what?” he rasped out.
Her head tossed from side to side. “Please let me—-”
Derek’s teeth clamped on her clit, employing just the right amount of pressure to drive his girl insane with pleasure.
Jaike came for him with a scream. Her body shook at the tornado of sensations that assaulted it, and she couldn’t stop the little whimpers of pleasure that spilled out of her mouth as she continued to come.
The soft look of ecstasy on Jaike’s face hypnotized Derek. Mine, he thought as he quickly stroked himself. Keeping his gaze on the beautiful expression on his girl’s face, Derek sent himself over the edge and he came with a guttural groan.
When Jaike opened her eyes, they were bright like jewels, and they shone even more as she smiled at him in drowsy contentment.
The smile hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he trembled with renewed need. It was official: Derek had gone to fuck heaven.
He gave her a wicked smile in return, just before he dipped his head down and licked her clean. His smile stretched on his lips when he heard her squeal in surprise, her hips tensing as he ran his tongue on her flesh from top to bottom.
“Relax,” he ordered. His chest eased in satisfaction even as his dick throbbed when she immediately did what he asked, her hips slowly settling back on the bed and her legs falling open once more.
Derek rose over her only when he had cleaned the very last drop of her cum. Bracing himself on his arms, he asked, “Who do you belong to, Jaike?”
Jaike touched his face “Yours, Derek. I’m yours.”
This time there was no hesitation at all, and the words of her submission made his heart slam hard against his chest.
Yet Derek knew he still had a long way to go. There was a part of Jaike that still harbored feelings for Angelo Valencia, but soon all those feelings would disappear for good. Whatever it took, Derek would make them disappear.
He lowered his head to take her lips for another kiss, letting her taste herself through him.
“Just the start,” he said hoarsely as she pulled away from him, gasping for breath, her eyes dilated in desire. “This is just the start.”
Tears welled in Jaike’s eyes at the wealth of promise that lied behind Derek’s words. Could she really make herself believe him? Would history not repeat itself with her and Derek?
“Sleep now,” Derek murmured.
The commanding tone of his voice soothed her. When he pulled her close, settling her on top of his body, Jaike snuggled willingly to Derek. She rubbed her face his chest, loving how reassuringly solid it was against her cheek.
His lips touched her ear as he whispered, “Sleep, baby.”
Her eyelids drifted shut.
Chapter Ten
Her alarm clock buzzed, but unlike most mornings Jaike felt a deep-seated reluctance to wake up. Her eyes felt heavier, her body felt too languorous, and there was a dull throb in her temple. The pain reminded Jaike of the first time she had tried to drink alcohol and found out how she sucked at it.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain increased. It felt like she had giant parasites partying inside her head. It took her a while to open her eyes, but when she did, what Jaike saw made her instantly remember everything that had happened last night.
Derek. Jaike covered her mouth to keep herself from shrieking, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at his sleeping face next to her in bed. She peeked at his body and swallowed back another shriek. He really was naked. It hadn’t been a dream, what they had done last night.
What had she done? Oh my God, what had she done?
Her mind answered with explicit images, and she cringed from it. Maybe asking herself what happened wasn’t a good idea, after all. She remembered too much. Worse, she ached for it.
Jaike carefully slid out of bed, trying not to make a sound as she opened the door just enough for her to squeeze her way out of the bedroom.
The living room wasn’t any better at giving her respite. Jaike felt claustrophobic as every corner of her suite seemed to remind her of Derek. Angelo had been visiting her here all these years, and yet his personality never left an impression on her place the way Derek did.
Still unable to breathe, she got out of her suite and ran all the way up to the rooftop area, where unused dorm furniture was temporarily stored under makeshift sheds. Jaike leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the ground. She pulled her knees close, tucking them under her chin.
When she closed her eyes, she was a little girl again.
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The wardrobe cabinet was near to bursting with Diana Hepburn’s clothes, but Jaike was a small child, and she had no problems squeezing herself all the way to the back. She had panicked at the sound of footsteps, knowing that Diana wouldn’t be pleased if she caught Jaike entering her bedroom without permission again.
Diana was talking, and Jaike had thought her mother was on the phone until she heard a man answer her laughingly. Carefully pushing the plastic-wrapped gowns to the sides, Jaike wriggled forward until she could peek between the slits of the cabinet doors.
The first person she saw was Diana, her blond hair big and wild around her face. There were dark circles under her eyes, and the red marks around Diana’s neck were already familiar to Jaike’s eyes, even though she didn’t quite understand what it was.
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