by Jessie Jones
The gorgeous, British billionaire hesitated for a moment. He knew his response would make Gillian even angrier than she currently was. At least if she was angry, she was talking to him. "I've been having you followed. This house actually belongs to Tania." Anticipating her actions, John grabbed her hand as she lifted it to slap him across the face. In a low, deadly tone, he said, "If you want to stay standing, kitten, and not be on your back, then I would advise you not to hit me."
"Let go of me, dammit!" Gillian screamed as she tried to pull her hand away. His touch sent an electric shot through her body that traveled immediately to her core. How the hell could she still be attracted to John? "I should have fucking known that you would do something like this! The only reason I got the job at the hospital is because Bennet is Tania's brother, right? You are such a bastard, John! First, you force me to be a prisoner in your home, and then because I'm attractive, you figure, might as well sleep with her too! Then because that wasn't good enough for you, you threw me out of your house! And because you are John fucking Kenric, you had to humiliate me even further by attempting to pay me for sex! I can't believe you!"
"Stop twisting the fucking truth!" John demanded as she fought to loosen his grip. Her tears had dried and her eyes were now a deep shade of blue. The kitten he had hurt was now angry and trying to hurt him. Becoming panicked that she would not forgive him, John growled, "I said I was fucking sorry, kitten, so what else would you have me do? I'm standing here apologizing and telling you I fucked up, but clearly, it's not good enough for you! What do you want from me?"
"I need for you to get the hell out of here, John! That's what I need!" Gillian yelled, but before she could say anything further, John's mouth slammed down on hers in a rough, passionate kiss. As she pushed at the solid brick wall that was his chest, he captured her arms in one strong hand above her head as he pinned her against the wall. Feeling her anger and her body begin to melt into his, John quickly put his large, muscular thigh between her legs as he attempted to mate his tongue with hers. The Brit growled in primal lust and his cock hardened as Gillian's breast rubbed against his chest. He broke the kiss momentarily to run a path of kisses with his hot, wet mouth down her neck and shoulders. Wanting her to feel how much he needed her, he wrapped her legs around his waist so she could feel the bulge pressing through his jeans.
Trailing his tongue up Gillian's neck to her ear, he bit on the lobe before he growled, "Do you feel that, kitten? I need you. Tell me you need me."
Gillian hated the way her body was betraying her, but she did want John. She was beyond angry with him, but her body craved him like an addict. How many times had she wished for this very moment? If John didn't want her, then why was he having her followed? Pushing aside the questions in her mind and the hurt she was feeling, she undulated her hips slowly against his massive erection. Her body needed him at this moment, so her pride be damned! Right now, she was willing to take John any way she could get him!
"I need you, John!" Gillian breathlessly responded, her weeping pussy going through her underwear and onto the zipper of the Brit's jeans. Feeling John's grip easing on her hands, her mouth captured his as her small hand traveled down between them to undo the buckle of his jeans. Pulling out his large, throbbing cock, she stroked the head and shuddered at the precum she felt dripping there. Before she knew what was happening, he had torn off her underwear and buried his cock deep inside of her core. As soon as the tip of his dick reached her womb, he pulled it out slowly, only to push it back in roughly with a grunt.
Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Gillian undulated her hips to match the speed of his. John broke the kiss to bury his head against her long, slender neck as he pumped in and out of her hot core. He felt Gillian's fingers raising his t-shirt to play with his nipples as her tongue played with his ear while he pumped her dripping wet pussy faster and faster. Just when he began to feel his balls tighten, she let out a scream as the intense orgasm tore through her voluptuous body. John groaned in male satisfaction as her vaginal walls pulsed and contracted around his cock, adding to his pleasure. With one final deep push into her womb, his cock exploded inside of her. The Brit gritted his teeth and growled as his body rode the intense wave of the orgasm. His legs felt like Jello as his kitten stroked his broad shoulders and back and placed soft kisses on his neck. John inhaled her flowery scent and allowed it to wash over him as every last drop of cum emptied into her core. When his breathing was back to normal, John pulled out his softening cock and put Gillian back on her feet. His mouth found hers as he placed kisses on her petal soft lips.
Breaking the kiss, John looked into her emerald eyes as he softly smiled and said, "You don't know how many times I have jacked off to you in the past few days, kitten. Fuck, I needed this." When Gillian started to squirm in his arms, he stilled her movements as his grip on her tightened. "You misunderstand me, kitten. What I should have said is I needed you. I know you are angry at me, and you should be. I was a complete and total bastard to you, and I'm sorry. While I would rather we stay like this, I know we should talk. I think we can work this out. How about we get dressed and grab some dinner?"
Gillian was touched by the sincerity and vulnerability she saw in the depths of his chestnut colored eyes. Even though he was not verbally begging her, his eyes were. She did want to talk to John. Even though she was still angry and hurt, Gillian wanted the Brit in her life. She had missed him and knew deep down in her heart that she loved him. Gillian couldn't even understand the feelings she was having but knew they went beyond a mere fascination with him. Regardless of how the two had met or the way John had treated her, Gillian wanted this man.
Wanting to reassure him, she kissed him softly on the lips as she stroked his bearded face. "I would like to talk to you, John. I don't know what this is between us, but I would like to figure it out. We don't need to go grab dinner, though. I just cooked. Let me get cleaned up, and I'll fix us a plate."
An hour later, John pulled out Gillian's chair as the two of them sat on the terrace. The full, October moon highlighted his form as he popped open the wine and poured each of them a glass. After cleaning herself up, Gillian had dressed comfortably in a pair of grey yoga pants, a white t-shirt, and a thin grey sweater. Her eyes feasted on John as he sat down across from her and smiled. Even now, she didn't want to eat pasta with John. She wanted him buried deep inside of her. Picking up her glass of wine, she took a large drink. She had to get it together and focus on talking. If they didn't work this out, then they could not move forward.
There was an odd silence that settled between the couple as they began eating their food. Gillian pulled her sweater closer as a brisk wind ruffled her ebony hair. She felt John's eyes intently watching her as she played with the pasta on her plate. His voice was rough and deep as he broke the silence by saying, "It's not like you to be quiet, kitten. If you aren't going to talk, then let me be the first. I've missed you, love. More than I care to admit, actually."
The tears fell down from her emerald eyes as she lifted them to meet his. She was stunned that John was making that confession, and by the look on his face, he was telling the truth. Putting down her fork, Gillian tucked a fallen strand of black hair behind her ear as she softly said, "I missed you too, John. I wanted to call, but honestly, I didn't think you wanted me."
"I think I just showed you how much I want you, kitten." John smiled before taking a drink of his wine. He could not explain the feeling of elation he was feeling at hearing Gillian say that she still wanted him. "I just wish you would have told me that you thought I slept with Pandora. I went back and watched the cameras. I know she came to talk to you that morning. I also know she lied to you in the bathroom at the party. The bitch has unfortunately gone into hiding. If I could find her, I would kill her for hurting you."
"John, no!" Gillian said urgently as his eyes darkened and the smile on his face faded at the mentioning of his mistress. "You can't kill Pandora! She did hurt me, but you have to promise me th
at you won't hurt her!"
"No one is going to hurt you, kitten!" John responded vehemently. "I give you my word on that. Not Pandora, not Galen, no one!" When Gillian broke his gaze, he knew it was because he had mentioned Domenico's son. Softening his tone, John reached across the table to grab her hand. "Look, I know Galen attempted to see you and that is why you fled to Paris. He had already left London before my men could find him."
"John…don't," Gillian responded brokenly as she tried to pull her hand from the Brit's grip. He only tightened his hold.
"Don't fucking pull away from me, damn it!" he replied as he made his way around the table and quickly pulled her into his arms. She buried her face against his chest as he stroked her back. "Look, I know I have put you into the spotlight, kitten, and again, I am sorry for disrupting your life, but it was not my intention to put you in harm's way. I can keep you safe, baby, but I need you to go back to London with me."
"London?" Gillian asked as she brushed the tears from her face and pushed against his chest. "And what do you propose I do there, John? Become one of your mistresses? I won't share you, John! I want a relationship with you, but I won't be one of your whores!"
"I'm not asking you to be one of my whores!" John exclaimed with a growl. "I'm asking you to fucking live with me, kitten!"
"Live with you?" Gillian asked as she stopped struggling in his arms and found his eyes once again. Could John seriously be asking her to move in with him? "We don't even know each other! We're not ready to live together! Plus, there is no way that you are ready to be in a monogamous relationship. I want a relationship with you, John, but like I said, I will not share you."
John roughly shoved Gillian back as rage coursed through every inch of his body. How dare his woman reject him again! John had blatantly told Gillian that he wanted to live with her, and here she was dictating to him again! Even bleeding all over her wasn't good enough! John needed a moment before he said something that he was going to regret. "Go to bed, kitten," he snarled over his shoulder as he turned his back to her.
"You can't order me around like a child! I—"
"Got to bed, damn it!" John again growled in a low, deadly tone as he turned to look at her.
Gillian shut her mouth and quickly made her way inside when she saw the look in John's eyes. Tears again began to fall down her cheeks at the guilt and sadness she felt creeping into her chest. She knew turning down John's invitation to move in had made him angry, but that had not been her intention. She wanted him to talk to her but also listen to her feelings. She wanted a relationship with the Brit but not with him controlling all aspects of it. Running into the bedroom, Gillian closed the door and slid her curvy frame down the door. Bringing her knees to her chest, the ebony haired beauty put her head on her knees and simply allowed herself to just feel. The American could not even begin to express how confused and tired she was! Seeing John again had brought back so many emotions and made her realize how strongly she really felt about him. Deep down, she wanted to run out of the room, jump in John's arms, and beg him to take her back to London. The problem was Gillian did not want John to treat her like every other woman he had been in a relationship with. According to Stewart, John had never even been in a committed relationship with one woman. She desperately wanted to be the first, but was John ready for that?
A haunting, piano melody had Gillian raising her head and wiping at her eyes. The sound coming from the keys was sad and despondent and made a chill run up her spine. Curiosity at who was producing the sorrowful yet sublime music, she stood up and opened her door. She was surprised to see John sitting at the keys playing with the ease of a virtuoso. The Brit was so engrossed in playing that he did not see her standing in the room. Gillian could not peel her eyes away from his massive body or how he gently stroked the keys like a preferred lover. The song was breathtaking and had a sadness spreading across her chest. She stood there motionless until he was finished with the song.
Gillian's eyes met John's the moment he stopped. She forced herself to breathe as he stood up and stalked toward her as if she were prey. "That was magnificent," Gillian heard herself whisper. "What was that called?"
"Gillian." John said simply before he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. Slapping her on the bottom, he let out a low, guttural growl as he headed toward the bedroom. Kicking open the door, he tossed her on the king-sized bed and began taking off his clothes. Pulling the t-shirt over his head, his lust filled eyes locked with hers as he ordered, "Take off your clothes."
Gillian stifled a moan as John's massive, hard cock was freed from his jeans. Her throat constricted and her mouth dried as she hungrily licked her lips. Hearing John growling again had her eyes immediately finding his once more. "J-John," Gillian stammered breathlessly as the Brit made his way to the bed. "We need to talk. We—"
"Fuck now, talk later," John snarled before he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to edge of the bed. He quickly removed her clothes, pushed her back on the bed, and covered her body with his. Before Gillian could say another word, John's lips were on hers in a sloppy, wet, heated kiss that had her vaginal walls constricting. He broke the kiss long enough to position his throbbing cock at the entrance of her pussy before he eased himself inside. A shiver of pleasure ran through John's body, and a moan escaped his lips at the intense emotions he felt being inside of his woman. John then lowered his head to recapture her mouth and passionately kiss her lips.
Raising his head again, he slowly withdrew his cock until only the large head remained. His scarred hands slid up her thighs, locked around his waist, and stomach slowly. They then began massaging her breasts as she wiggled her hips to try to slide him deeper inside of her. He smiled as he watched her bite her lip in frustration and place her hands on his wrists. This woman had no idea what she was doing to him. John wanted—no, he needed—this woman, and he was going to let her know. His bloody pride be damned!
"Kitten, look at me," John said softly as her eyes again met his. "I don't just want a relationship with you…I need it. We can make this work." To emphasize his words, John then hoisted her up so that she was fully embedded on his cock. Gillian wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders before running her tongue along his bottom lip. As she did this, she clenched her pussy walls tight around his throbbing dick. John's head fell back in ecstasy at the intense sensations his woman was causing inside of his body.
Her lips trailed a path from his lips to his ear, his bearded jaw causing friction against her delicate, soft skin. Pulling on the lobe with her teeth, the stunning doctor groaned as his hands slid under her plump bottom to raise her up, off his cock. Gripping his bearded face in her hands, Gillian felt the tears falling down her cheeks as John began to make love to her. She could not believe his admission to her, could not even begin to explain the feeling of elation she felt in her chest. Although she wasn't ready to admit it, Gillian loved John, even though she had so much to learn about him. Maybe the two of them really could make this relationship work.
Gillian felt John's wide thumb wipe away the tears on her cheeks before opening her eyes. Her heart melted when she saw the soft, tender smile on his face. Gillian, feeling overwhelmed with emotions, smashed her lips to John's. As she brought her tongue out to mate with his, he again growled and, in one swift movement, had his American on her back and himself deeply buried between her legs. Propping himself up on one arm, he began to quicken his pace. He jarred her body with each thrust as he pulled all the way out and then plunged back inside. Gillian cried out and pulled at his ebony hair as he went deeper and deeper inside of her. She arched her back in euphoria when his hand found her clit and began to massage the sensitive nub and nearly came undone when his hot mouth found her one, pert nipple and he began to gently pull at it with his teeth. Feeling her body prepare to come, John buried the entire length of his cock deep inside of her and ground his hips against her. The scream that left Gillian's lips was deafening as the orgasm tore through her voluptuous frame
. John clenched his teeth and fought for control as he felt her nails dig into his back and her vaginal walls pulse around his cock. Gillian purred and bucked her hips as she enjoyed the delicious sensations coursing through her body.
"Did you miss me, kitten?" John asked with a smile on his lips as he trailed his mouth up her chest and neck. He stilled his movements but kept himself deep inside of her warmth. Gillian was a beautiful woman, but when she came, she was simply stunning. When he heard her soft chuckle, John nuzzled her slender neck. "I'm going to take that as a yes."
Lifting his head to place a soft kiss on his lips, Gillian sighed in contentment. "I did miss you John. More than I care to say, really," she replied honestly as a handsome smile crossed his gorgeous face. "I thought about you every day."
"That makes two of us," John said before he kissed her lips again and began to grind his hips against hers. "How about I show you exactly how much?"
Licking her lips, Gillian moaned, "Mmm, I would like that. You've shown me so much already." Clenching her sensitive, used pussy around his massive dick had a growl escaping from deep in John's throat. She licked the vein pulsing in his neck as her hands slid around his back to squeeze his firm, tight ass. "How about I show you something, John? I promise you'll like it."
"I'll let you show me, kitten, but when I say you can," John scolded as he crudely slapped her shaved pussy mound. When she jerked and cried out in discomfort, a devilish grin spread across the Brit's face. "I think you have forgotten the basics, my dear. Remember, I said no topping from the bottom. Now that I let you come, it's my turn. Roll over."
Gillian let out a giggle before John abruptly withdrew from her warmth and flipped her over on her stomach. She felt him jump off the bed for a moment and then hop back on. Next, he tied her hands together with his t-shirt before he attached them to the bedpost. Positioning a pillow under her stomach and head for her comfort, John then slapped her ass before he got between her legs. A moan mixed with a giggle escaped her lips when she felt John's fingers pulling at her clit as he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.