Because You're Mine Page 4

  Her breath came out in terrified pants, which smashed her full breasts into his chest. She didn’t want to look at him, but he gave her no choice. He made no move to release her and he didn’t speak. Finally, her eyes drifted up to his. She flinched at the blazing mixture of anger and lust she saw reflected in their grey depths.

  “Do you know why I wasn't touching you when you were trying to get out the bedroom door, Allie?” he asked from between gritted teeth.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Because,” he growled down at her, “I wanted to be gentle with you, and I knew if I put my hands on you like this, while you were trying to run away from me, I wouldn’t be able to be gentle.”

  “Oh god,” she whimpered. “Don’t do this, Jay!”

  He shook his head and bent to kiss her jaw, running his lips over the delicate skin until he reached the particularly sensitive area behind her ear. She shivered and lifted her shoulder protectively. He used his grip on her hair to force her head back so he could have better access. She moaned as he ravished her tender skin with lips and tongue, coaxing her body into a response he knew she felt only for him.

  “You want this as much as I do Allie,” he said against her, releasing her wrist and reaching down her body to finally touch the woman that had been denied to him for over a decade. “We’re going to be together for the rest of our lives. I won’t stay away from you any longer, I’m done waiting for what’s mine.”

  “No, Jay!” Allie cried out, twisting in his arms, gasping at the intense sensations that swamped her. “I’m still married to Derrick!”

  She felt the terrible wrath seconds before Jay’s long fingers wrapped around her arms in a crushing grip and brought her up the few inches off the bed until her lips were millimetres from his. She gasped and would have screamed, but his words cut her off.

  “Don’t you dare say his fucking name in my bed again. You are no longer married to that motherfucker. I severed that tie two weeks ago. Do you understand?”

  Allie shook her head in confusion. “How can that be possible without signing…?”

  “It’s done, Allie. Suffice it to say I have powerful friends. Now, enough talk, I’ve waited long enough for you,” he snapped, letting her fall back onto the bed.

  She cried out, suddenly frightened by the incredible strength she was witnessing. He’d held her up like she weighed nothing at all and it didn’t phase him one bit. He’d tossed her on the bed as though she were a rag doll and held her down with ease. She was beginning to realize exactly what kind of strength and determination his lean muscles hid. She’d assumed she would be able to reason with Jay, that his former regard for her would keep him at bay until she eventually got what she wanted from him; her freedom.

  As she lay helplessly underneath him, she realized she was wrong. Jay’s friendship for her had twisted somewhere along the way, had darkened into something savage. She wouldn’t be able to reason with him. She would have to endure him until she found a way to escape.

  With swift efficiency, he began pulling her clothes off, starting with her T-shirt, then her leggings, her underwear and her bra. Allie was left breathless and frightened by the time he was done. She grabbed the blanket and rolled away as soon as he took his hands off of her in an attempt to cover her nudity. Furious tears sparkled in her eyes, any arousal she may have felt fading in the face of his cold-blooded actions.

  He kneeled on the bed and watched her through steel grey eyes before unbuttoning his dress shirt and peeling it off, baring his own torso to her gaze. At first, Allie’s panicked eyes could only take in the ridges of muscle backing up his incredible strength and mocking her own pathetic attempts to fight him. After a moment she finally saw the faded ink over his left pectoral muscle, over his heart. Gradually her constricted throat eased and her gasps slowed as her eyes narrowed on his skin. She reached out hesitantly toward his chest.

  He captured her hand and dragged her forward, pulling her protesting toward his lap. She still clutched the edge of her blanket desperately over her breasts, but the rest of her brown curves were bared to him. She twisted sideways in an attempt to hide her most private parts from him. He ignored her struggles and took her wrist in his hand, forced her hand open and placed the palm over his bared chest.

  “Look,” he said quietly.

  Allie turned her head slowly, her wide eyes now inches from the masculine cords of his throat. She gasped as she saw the tattoo over his heart. It said “Allison.”

  “When?” she whispered, her breath shivering across his chest, making his flat nipple harden.

  He understood. “When you were six.”

  “What?” Allie gasped, her eyes flying up to his. “But you would only have been sixteen then.”

  “You’ve always been mine in some form, Allie. Back then, you were like a precious little sister. As you grew, though, I knew I wanted you. By the time you were fourteen I knew. I also knew it was wrong to go after a girl that young, so I treated you like a sister and beat the shit out of anyone else that even looked at you.”

  Allie’s lips curved as she relaxed slightly in Jay’s unbreakable hold. “I remember.”

  “By the time you were seventeen, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait any longer. I would either have to take you and make you mine or send you away.”

  Allie dropped her eyes as remembered pain filled her. “You chose to send me away.”

  “It was the right thing to do.”

  “What about now?” she whispered her breath fanning across his chest again as she lifted her chin to look him in the eyes.

  “Fuck what’s right, you belong to me now.”

  Jay wrapped an arm around Allie’s waist and hauled her up and onto his legs. She opened her mouth to protest as her legs were forced apart so she could slide easily up his jean clad legs. Her protest turned into a moan as her pussy slid erotically over the denim. Her short nails bit into his arms as he held her easily against his body, his lips hovering against hers, his eyes devouring her every expression.

  “Finally,” he growled, before dropping his lips to hers in a devouring kiss.

  It was their first real kiss. It seemed strange to Allie that they’d known each other for a lifetime, but had never actually kissed. Jay was right, they had always been different things to each other, but never lovers. The lightning attraction that never failed to fly between them sizzled out of control as Jay took Allie to heights she never knew existed in a single kiss. She could feel the fight within him as he tried to contain his reaction to her, while trying to devour as much of her as possible. He shook with need as he took hold of her and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth and then retreated in an attempt to take control back.

  Allie’s head swam with reaction. She dug her nails into his arms and shoulders and rocked her knees forward in an effort to push her hips further into his warm body. When his tongue retreated, she whimpered and squirmed closer into his heated embrace. He growled and wrapped his arms around her body so tight she couldn’t breath for a second until he checked his strength and loosened his hold. Allie coiled her arms around his head and anchored him against her, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

  Apparently it was the right thing to do. Jay exploded around her. He gripped her head in two big hands and fucked her mouth with his lips and tongue until she was breathless and whimpering. She was so wet from just his intense, erotic kisses that she was squirming in his arms, begging for relief. A disassociated part of her mind wondered how this could possibly be! Allie never got carried away with lovemaking. Apparently the ice princess was melting.

  His arms dropped to her waist, wrapped around her and squeezed hard, pulling her middle into him so hard that it shoved her pussy into the hard ridge of his jeans. Allie cried out in pleasure and pain as her sensitive clitoris slid along the rough fabric. She tried to jerk back, but he held her tight, unwilling to let her escape his sensual torture. He pushed her back on the bed and, hooking an arm around her knees, dragged her into hi
s lap.

  “I have to taste you,” he growled down at her.

  Allie gasped and tried to roll away, but he held her tight until she was forced to roll back. She stared up at him with panicked eyed. “Jay, please no, I…I’ve never done that with anyone…”

  He looked at her with a slight frown, then slowly bent down to her. Pressing her wrists against her stomach, he held her easily while he licked her in long, leisurely swipes that had her crying out hoarsely. She threw her head back and rocked her hips up to meet his tongue as he stroked her clit, sending her closer and closer to orgasm. Gently, he pushed one long finger into her pussy, slowly stretching her while flicking her clit with his tongue until she was moaning and bucking against him. He licked her through her orgasm and then refused to release her as she begged him to desist.

  She would need at least two more fingers if she were going to take him comfortably and the more orgasms she had, the better for her. He forced her through two more orgasms, and by the time she rode his face through her third, she barely noticed the third finger he’d managed to wedge into her vaginal passage.

  Jay pushed himself off the bed, unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans. He watched her as she she came down from the extreme ecstasy of multiple orgasms. Her full breasts were tipped with gorgeous dusky nipples and were currently hard and pouting for attention. Her round thighs were slick with her own fluids and his saliva. She looked soft and well-loved. She rolled up onto her elbows, her long, dark hair streaming out behind her on the bed, her dark eyes dreamy and inviting.

  She looked at him, her eyes dropping to where his cock jutted from his body and widened. She didn’t have much experience, having only been with two men. And her last time was more than a year ago. Which is why he wanted to go easier on her tonight, make love to her with his tongue first so he wouldn't hurt her.

  “Condoms?” she whispered.

  His eyes hardened. “No, nothing between us, Allison. Ever.”

  She gasped, her eyes flying up to his, some of the dreaminess evaporating. He regretted that, but she needed to understand how things would be. This was the rest of their lives.

  He kneeled on the bed and reached for her. A flash of something like panic sparked in her eyes and he nearly swore. He didn’t want her to panic and run. If she did that he would end up hurting her, because there was only one way this night was ending. He could tell she was fighting with herself and he knew he would have to shut it down. She was soft, wet and waiting for him.

  In one swift movement he was over top of her. Ignoring her gasp of fear, he took her wrists and held them next to her head. When she opened her mouth to say something he took her lips in kiss that left no room for argument. As always, the spark that ignited their fire took hold, flaring into life. Allie arched her hips up against him in a small rebellion. She moaned into his mouth, trying to get closer, but also trying to evade his insistent tongue.

  Jay pushed her legs apart with strong thighs and maneuvered her hips until he was poised at her entrance. He let go of one of her wrists to reach down and guide himself into her soaked entrance. Allie gripped his shoulder, digging her nails into the muscle, her eyes wide as he thrust home. She arched her hips up involuntarily to meet him. He swallowed her cry of pain and ecstasy as tender unused tissues separated to accept the brutal invasion of his long, hard cock. Tears trickled form the corners of her eyes.

  Jay moved his arm down to her waist, gripping her hard, rocking her against him and urging her take him even deeper. She cried out again and he had to force himself to stop despite how fucking good it felt to finally be so deep inside the woman he loved. He wanted more. It was everything he could do not to savagely tear into her, rip her open and beat into the heart of her.

  He waited until her muscles loosened enough that he was able to move without causing her further pain. He lifted her head in one broad hand and coaxed her mouth into more of the kisses that she loved. “Come on, love, kiss me back,” he whispered, and kept kissing her until she began responding.

  Once her arms were firmly wrapped around his shoulders and her pussy was clamping down on his cock in pleasure instead of pain, he began moving within her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in time with his cock. She moaned with the rhythm, arching her back and writhing in his hold. He was stunned at how much passion she was exhibiting. He wanted to cage her forever so no other man could look at her again. He didn’t care that the impulse wasn’t reasonable. She belonged to him.

  Jay could feel his balls tightening and knew he was close to coming. He crushed Allie close against him, clamping her hips tight around his, his fingers digging into the rounded flesh of her ass cheeks. He pumped savagely into her scalding cunt as deep as he could until he reached orgasm, taking her with him one more time.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  He gently laid her back on the bed before following her down. He used one long finger to move a section of her hair away from one of her puffy nipples. He wanted to see every erotic inch of her flesh now that he finally had her under his roof. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as she struggled to bring her breathing back under control. He traced his fingers across her damp skin, caressing the beautiful curves and drawing shivers from her.

  After a few moments, reality began to set in and the sparkle in her eyes dimmed, leaving behind embarrassment and uncertainty. Rather than let her worry, Jay stood and pulled her off the bed. Ignoring her shocked gasp, he lifted her into his arms and strode into the ensuite. She hastily grabbed his shoulders so she wouldn't fall.

  “Jay, I’m too heavy!” she protested.

  “Shut up,” he said quietly, setting her on her feet in front of the stone tile shower stall. He turned the taps until the water was warm enough and then pushed her gently into the shower, following behind her.

  She blushed when he immediately began soaping her, running his hands over her entire body intimately. She grabbed his wrist when he dipped his hand in between her legs, but soon she was breathless and moaning once more as he rubbed her clit in soapy circles. He looped an arm around her waist and hauled her back against his wet chest, nudged her legs apart with his feet and set to work with his hand. Soon Allie’s moans filled the bathroom, echoing off the steamy windows. She reached back and grabbed Jay’s head, mindless as her hips thrust into the magic his long fingers coaxed from her tender clit.

  “Come for me again, baby,” he whispered huskily in her ear.

  Allie shattered in his arms, shouting hoarsely. Jay clamped her hard against his body as her legs buckled and gave out. She shuddered as he continued to lazily stroke her. She felt his hardness against her ass. He turned her in his arms and pushed her back until she was leaning against the stone wall of the shower.

  “I know you're sore, Allie, but I need to fuck you again,” he growled down at her, lifting her boneless body up by her ass.

  She gasped and lifted her arms up to loop around his shoulders. She stared up at him dazedly as he pulled her legs around his hips. Her mouth opened in awe and shock that he was able to hold her up in that position as he slid into her pussy with a grunt. She was so lubricated from their combined fluids and her multiple orgasms that she felt mostly pleasure and only a little discomfort as his cock teased the walls of her pussy.

  He grunted as he began slamming into her, forcing her back up against the wall of the shower. As if he knew the rock wall was biting into her, he placed a hand behind her to protect her shoulder blades. Allie’s heart melted a little more for the fucked up man that was turning her world upside down. He lowered his head next to hers and pressed his lips into the curve of her shoulder. She held on to him as he drove them higher and higher, the never-ending chemistry that fuelled them igniting once more in a storm that exploded all around them.

  Allie lifted Jay’s head to hers and thrust her tongue into his mouth, releasing the savage in him. He grunted as he thrust into her so hard her head spun and she saw stars. He devoured her until she was left gasping and begging for mercy. Finally, Jay dr
ove them both to the peak they craved and then gently rocked Allie as she cried quietly in the aftermath of so many orgasms, then fell asleep in his arms in the shower. Lifting her, he dried her as best he could without waking her and laid her gently on his bed.

  Walking through the house, he made sure everything was locked up and checked in with security at the gate before returning to Allie. She hadn’t moved. She was laying curled on her side, her beautiful skin gleaming in the dim lamplight. Her dark hair was a halo of silk fanning out around her with a hand curled innocently under her face. Her pink lips were parted slightly revealing white teeth that were endearingly crooked in the front. Though she was small compared to him, she was also curvy and soft, which he thought went well with her loving and soft personality. She had a little tummy that he loved and was now on display for him as she slept. It flared slightly before giving way to her rounded hips and dipping into the valley of her pussy.

  Jay’s mouth began to water and his cock hardened once more. He was amazed that he could want to fuck again for a third time, so soon. Only Allie could do this to him. No other woman had this affect on him. He’d been with other women, but not often. Only to take the edge off, once he realized there was only one woman for him. He chose no strings attached affairs. Easy, meaningless fucks.

  Now there was only her. He approached the bed and reached out to pull the bedding gently out from underneath her. She didn’t move at all. Before he could cover her, his eyes fell on the healing wound on her arm. With a frown he traced it with his finger tip. It was healing well and there didn’t seem to be any damage from their activities. Gently, he shifted her arm so he could see the wound along her ribcage. This one was longer, but also healing well. Jay felt like an asshole for forgetting about the original reason for Allie’s being there. He’d been a beast when he’d finally gotten his hands on her. He’d known that was going to happen, which was why he’d stayed away from her for three weeks.