Spark

by J Marie

  me with such aggressive passion. I was afraid he might forget and injure me again,

  but at this rate, I didn’t care … because I wanted to be the one to forget.

  In my passion, my lips battled with his, our tongues fighting for territory, and

  our teeth drawing blood if need be. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long, and I was

  desperate to feel something other than utter hopelessness. I might never willingly

  make love to Darren, but I could certainly hate-fuck the shit out of him.

  Eventually, Darren’s hands found my hips and lifted me to straddle him. His lips

  found my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His rough

  kisses turned into bites, and bites turned into sucking. I knew my neck would soon

  display the color of his affection.

  Before I realized we had even left the sunroom, Darren was pushing me down

  onto a bed. He somehow managed to carry me up the stairs, to what I assumed was

  his bedroom, without me even noticing. And for some reason, that pissed me off.

  With my back on the bed, Darren rested his hands above my head and grinned

  down at me. I smirked back.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled his left arm out from under him,

  causing him to shift his balance, but I had already used my left leg to shift his and

  pushed my right hip forward. Darren’s side hit the bed, and I immediately lifted

  myself over the top of him. He let it happen. He could have easily stopped my

  advance, but for some reason, he didn’t. Instead, he just smirked up at me with

  that shark-like grin of his as he rested on his elbows. God, he was sexy … and it just

  made me hate him even more. But I wasn’t given much chance to dwell on it.

  Darren suddenly pushed off his elbows and nearly launched his upper body at

  me, and if his arms hadn’t immediately wrapped around my waist, I would have

  fallen off him. His mouth met mine in another passionate assault of a kiss, and it

  only made me push back harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands

  venturing over his back while more heat pooled between my legs. Fuck, I wanted

  this. And I didn’t even know why.

  It wasn’t long before Darren started pulling at my dress, nearly ripping the

  damn thing off along with my bra and thong. He then spun us around, my back

  gently hitting the bed while Darren immediately went for his jacket, pulling it off in

  a hurry. His breath was heavy with anticipation, and I fought to keep mine at bay,

  but with my racing heart, it was difficult to tame.

  The moment he was free of all restriction, Darren slammed into me with ease. I

  groaned out loud from the impact as he rammed himself into my core. And it felt

  fantastic.

  “Fuck. I’ve waited too long for this,” Darren nearly moaned as he slowly

  pumped in and out.

  “Your fault.” I moaned as my hands gripped the sheets beneath me.

  “It was my punishment,” he gritted as his hands came to rest just above my

  shoulders, “for allowing you the opportunity to escape me.”

  “Lesson learned, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice husky with lust.

  “Never again.” He groaned and pulled my legs up to wrap around his hips.

  Darren drove deeper, harder, and I fought to keep myself in place as pleasure

  overrode every sense in my body. I wanted more of him, needed it.

  “Oh, fuck.” I moaned, unable to hold it back. Darren immediately wrapped his

  hand in my hair and yanked my head back.

  “There’s that mouth again,” he growled and kissed me, pumping into me even

  harder, as if that were somehow possible. Pleasure and pain began their collision as

  my impending orgasm began to flutter. I was ready to explode.

  When Darren finally released my lips, I moaned so loudly it could almost be

  classified as a scream. His mouth moved down to my ear, gently biting into my

  lobe. “My favorite sound,” he drawled into my ear, and every inch of me shivered.

  His lips then moved to my neck, kissing and biting and making my skin come alive.

  I couldn’t help but scratch my nails down the back of his arms. My hips pushed

  forward to meet his every thrust, giving me just enough to push me over the edge.

  “Oh, God.” I moaned, my orgasm finally taking over and sending me right into

  that blissful rush of heat.

  Before my orgasm was even over, Darren quickly pulled out, flipped me onto my

  hands and knees, and rammed right back into me, sending my pleasure to new

  heights. Cries of absolute ecstasy echoed from my throat as Darren grabbed my hair

  and held my head tightly in place while his other hand took my hip in a bruising

  grip.

  “Fuck. I’m never going more than a few hours without fucking you, princess.”

  He groaned. “I’ve forgotten how good you feel.” He grunted as he drove in and out

  of me, leaving me breathless and begging for more as I rode out the remaining

  waves of my orgasm. As it died down, the pain began to bloom at my side, but I

  ignored it, too engrossed with what was going on behind me.

  “Who do you belong to, Jaden?” Darren growled behind me, twisting my hair

  tighter in his fist and fucking me with that much more force. When I didn’t answer

  right away, he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a bruise and forced a scream

  from my throat. He wasn’t as rough as he usually was, but that didn’t mean he was

  exactly gentle either. “Answer me, little girl, now,” he barked.

  “Ah!” I groaned as the pressure against my G-spot grew all over again. “You,

  you selfish bastard!” I yelled as my fingers nearly clawed through the sheets.

  Another smack to my ass for the sass. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

  A few seconds later, Darren finally found his release and emptied himself into

  me completely, finishing off my second orgasm. When it was over, he released me,

  and I fell flat on my stomach, fully satisfied and out of breath.

  “So no more stir-fry, right?” I asked, my chest heaving for air. With each

  breath, the ache in my side I had ignored earlier continued to grow, becoming more

  and more noticeable, but not enough for me to give voice to my concern. I had

  probably only strained the muscle a bit. No big deal.

  I could feel Darren’s form lower, his lips finding my temple and kissing me

  softly. “No more stir-fry,” he affirmed gently.

  I sighed in satisfaction, almost victorious, and closed my eyes only for a moment

  before exhaustion took over completely and surrounded me in blackness.

  God-fucking-dammit.

  I had been an idiot, a total fucking idiot. I had robbed myself of the greatest

  thing I had ever known just so I would learn never to allow it to slip through my

  fingers again. And though it had been well worth the wait, I would never put myself

  through that shit again, no matter what Jaden did. I wanted her whole so I could

  fuck her broken. The recovery time wouldn’t be as long then.

  Jaden was out like a light, and I wasn’t really that surprised. I hadn’t exactly

  gone easy on her, too anxious and desperate to finally have her again. Her body was

  spent as she laid beneath me, her soft milky white skin and long red hair

  contrasting beautifully against the dark green satin sheets. All I wanted to do was

  wrap those silky red strands around my fist
and pull just to hear that gasp of desire

  leave her lungs. My heart started to race just thinking about her, and it made me

  realize how totally fucking obsessed I was.

  I left Jaden to sleep, grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, and went into the

  bathroom for a quick shower. If I didn’t walk away now, we wouldn’t be leaving that

  bed for days, and Jaden was not up for that … yet.

  Five minutes later, I was out of the shower, and my dick had finally calmed

  down. I changed into the sweatpants, all the while drying my hair with the towel. I

  could have sworn I heard Jaden call out my name, something she never did.

  Panic struck me as I wrenched the bathroom door open and rushed over to her,

  trying to keep myself calm. Jade was hunched in a ball on the bed, her closed fists

  pressing into her forehead as she strained against her obvious pain. Fuck, I should

  have been gentler with her.

  “Where does it hurt, Jaden?” I asked gently, leaning over her to examine every

  inch.

  Her eyes remained closed as she answered.

  “Right where my tattoo is,” she gritted, pointing at the feather tattoo on her

  ribs.

  I moved my hands toward her ribs to feel for any tenderness when she

  protested. “Don’t, don’t!” she panicked, cringing into herself even more. Fucking

  hell.

  “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?” I asked. I hoped I hadn’t fucking

  broken them more.

  “Six,” she gritted.

  “Jaden,” I warned. She was lying. Jaden wouldn’t bitch about pain unless it was

  an eight or above. She wasn’t a little bitch like others were.

  “Okay, nine,” she finally admitted. Not good.

  “Is it difficult to breathe?”

  “No,” she said, biting her lip now. “Just hurts when I do.”

  “I’ll call Sid. Do not move,” I said and immediately started dialing.

  “Yes?” Sid answered on the first ring.

  “Jaden’s in pain. Bring your kit, along with her painkillers. Heavy doses,” I

  ordered, my eyes never leaving Jaden.

  “On my way,” he said, and I hung up, immediately turning my attention back to

  Jaden.

  She was taking slow, shallow breaths through her nose, her eyes were clenched

  shut, and her knuckles turned white as they rested against her forehead. I looked at

  the spot where she claimed to feel the pain, looking for discoloration or bruising.

  She had a few tiny bruises on her hips from my fingertips but nothing noticeable on

  her rib cage.

  I took her small fist from her head and unwrapped her fingers to wrap them

  around mine. She squeezed them tightly, and she fought to keep her breathing

  under control. I kissed her fingers, trying to be as gentle as possible.

  “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I shouldn’t have been so rough.”

  She smiled and nearly chuckled. “Stop trying to make me laugh,” she replied,

  her hooded eyes peering up at me. I smiled back as I covered Jaden’s body with the

  bed sheet.

  Sid arrived about thirty seconds later, placing his kit on the bed while Ginsby

  remained concerned as ever at his side.

  “Where’s the pain?” he asked as he rounded the bed to look Jaden over.

  I pulled the side of the sheet to expose just the side of Jaden’s rib cage so Sid

  could get a better look.

  “No signs of visible bruising, but it’s difficult to tell with the tattoo,” he said as

  he looked her over. But the moment his hands touched her skin and caused Jaden

  to wince, I had to stop myself from breaking his hands off. He was here to help her,

  and as long as he remained professional, I could curb my possessive urges. Still,

  he’d better hurry the fuck up. “You’re a little tender, Jaden. How bad does it hurt?”

  he asked her.

  “Nine,” she answered through gritted teeth.

  “What were you doing?” he asked, his eyes now turning up to me.

  “Fucking,” I replied bluntly. Sid turned his eyes back to Jaden, shaking his head

  in disapproval. He’d actually only approved her for sex yesterday but gentle

  activity. I had been as gentle as I possibly could for a man who hadn’t fucked his

  woman in over a month. Jaden was lucky I hadn’t broken her in half.

  Pulling out his stethoscope, Sid checked Jaden’s breathing and listened to her

  heart. Once he determined there were no complications and just swelling, he gave

  Jaden an injection of her painkillers and packed up.

  “Will she be staying with you tonight, then?” Sid asked.

  “Yes,” I replied immediately.

  He nodded. “The medication will knock her out soon. Be mindful of her

  breathing patterns.”

  “No shit,” I said, escorting him to the door. I’d had broken ribs several times

  before. This was nothing new to me.

  Once Sid and Ginsby were gone, I grabbed my laptop, placed it on the

  nightstand, and sat in bed next to Jaden. Her eyes were even droopier as she

  remained curled into herself, clutching the bed sheet to her body. She was

  breathing normally, though not as deep as I liked. Once I was comfortable, I gently

  moved Jaden’s body so that her head rested in my lap. She didn’t protest; instead,

  she almost nuzzled into my thigh, relaxing her body. It must have been the meds.

  I reviewed Jaden’s weekly itinerary with my right hand, while my left couldn’t

  stop playing with her hair. She seemed to like that, almost as much as I did, and it

  always seemed to calm the both of us down. I loved the softness of it while my little

  hellcat simply just loved for me to pet her. It wasn’t long before Jaden was asleep in

  my bed, something that had been missing from my life for over a month.

  Now that she was here, like this, freshly fucked and where she belonged, it was

  time to start integrating her back into my life the way she was supposed to be.

  Holly would help Jaden with her physical as well as mental limitations, and once

  she was ready, I’d kick things up a notch. I’d make sure Jaden was even better than

  her usual self was before her escape.

  12

  CUPCAKE

  Mine.So fucking mine.

  The voice echoed in the background, blackness coating my sight. My body felt

  heavy, slow, useless. Someone was on top of me, weighing me down, immobilizing

  me completely. I couldn’t even speak.

  And then suddenly, there was pleasure. My muscles locking as ecstasy coursed

  through my veins. But just as I was coming down from the high, I was brought back

  up by immense pain. My skin was on fire, and my bones felt like they were being

  crushed.

  But then Darren’s face suddenly came into view, his hand on my throat as he

  gripped me tightly. Colors of red dripped behind him like paint … or maybe it was

  blood. I didn’t know. The colors swirled around him, marking him like spray paint.

  “If I have to fuck you into submission every day to remind you of your place,

  then I will gladly do so. You’re mine, Jaden. Forever.”

  I could no longer breathe.

  My eyes jolted open while a gasp left my lips as I woke from my dream. Stupid

  fucking nightmares. I had woken alone, in a bed I was unfamiliar with, in a room

  unrecognizable to me. My eyelids were heavy, my body sore, and my mouth dry as
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  cotton. I looked down at the tangled satin dark green sheets around me and found

  the empty side of the bed only slightly warm. I rested my head against the pillow;

  Darren’s scent filled my nose and caused my heart to flutter with fear and disdain.

  This must have been his bedroom.

  I scanned the room for his presence, but all I found were a few dark wooden

  dressers, two nightstands, a seating area, a fireplace with a flat screen overhead,

  and a bookshelf. Pulling the sheet up to my chest to cover my naked body, I listened

  for sounds until my ears finally caught movement in the bathroom. I briefly

  thought about sneaking out but then thought better of it. If I wasn’t where Darren

  expected me to be, there would be hell to pay, and it was too early for that shit

  storm.

  So I waited like a good little pet, practiced my breathing and jaw exercises, and

  stretched my back and sides. I still felt a pain in my side, but nothing some

  painkillers couldn’t fix. I had hoped I might have been able to forget what led to the

  pain in my side, but the satisfaction still humming through my nerves refused any

  such thing. It’d been a long time since I had been with Darren like that, and I had

  forgotten how good it was when I finally gave in—regardless of how much I hated

  him. I just wished I had a choice in the matter.

  A few minutes later, Darren finally exited the bathroom while I was mid-stretch,

  and his eyes immediately narrowed in on me. He was freshly showered, shaved,

  and mostly dressed. Black slacks hung off his hips, while a white dress shirt

  remained completely unbuttoned over his upper body, revealing that sculpted, sexy

  chest and abdomen of his. After everything that had happened, my four-pack was

  barely visible, and it pissed me off. I swore I would raise it to a six-pack when I was

  done with my recovery.

  “Morning, princess,” Darren said with that sly grin of his as he walked over to

  me. He had that look in his eyes; that strong possessive look that always made my

  stomach twist. And then I realized it was the first time he’d woken up with me in

  his bed. He was always so demanding of me, but it was the littlest things that made

  him happy.

  “Morning,” I replied, unable to hide the caution in my voice as I clutched the

  sheet tighter to me.