Chapter Two
Ava
“Do you like to piss me off, Jag?”
My retort doesn’t earn me a response. In fact, he doesn’t move. He’s always been an asshole, today being no different. I can’t deal with it when he ignores me, but when he offers me the attention I crave from him, it annoys me. We’re such a fuck up, I don’t know why I came back. No, actually I do. I’m still in love with him. When I ran, I thought I was doing what was best for him. He was trying to straighten his life out and with my past, I couldn’t stay and tarnish that. Now, that’s over, nothing stands in my way any longer and I can really be with him. That is, only if he wants me.
“Listen, there’s a lot of shit that we’ve had to deal with. I know you—”
“You don’t know shit, Pixie,” he growls. Jesus, I love when he growls. “You chose to walk out. The day I told you I loved you, you took your shit and left. You walked out while I stood motionless, naked, and torn, watching the only woman who I felt anything close to that emotion for walk out my door. So don’t stand there and tell me—”
He stops talking when I pull the black tank top up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra. My pierced nipples are hard, needy for his mouth. The ache to feel his beard on my skin is ever present.
Yes, I walked out. Yes, I’ve fucked up. Now all I’m asking is for a chance to make up for it. To tell him the truth and finally make a life with the man who owns me—heart and soul.
“What? You forgot what my tits looked like?” Tipping my head, I regard him. The way his hands fist at his sides, the way his jeans bulge is my answer. Yes, he still wants me. But this time, we’re doing it right.
“I haven’t forgotten what those beautiful tits look like. I’ve also not forgotten how you almost came all over my fucking bench when I pierced your clit.” His voice turns dark with desire. Raspy with need. I know I’ve got him when he stalks forward. “You want me back?” I nod. “Why?” His hands are on my hips. His hold is painful, gripping me possessively. I need this. I need him.
“I came here because...” My words taper off. This is harder than I thought. I’ve always been strong, but he breaks down my walls, he seems to burrow his way into the very depths of me. He leaves me exposed and my strength at that thought seems to diminish.
Fear. I’m scared he’ll leave once I’ve told him, and that stops my words.
I don’t want to admit it. It’s been two years since I left him, a decision I regret every day. To tell him the truth about why I left is something I’ve had to come to terms with. I knew he’d ask. And I knew I’d refuse to tell him, but if I don’t he’ll push me out the door and I’ll have lost. Again.
“You’re going to have to talk, Pixie. No words. No action.” His voice is filled with conviction. One thing about Jagger Pierce is that he doesn’t do anything by half measure.
Nodding, I shove the tiny leather shorts down my legs and step out of them. I’m completely naked. Bare just for him.
“What are you doing, Ava?” He asks in a tone filled with hunger, rough just like him.
“Giving you what you want.” I shrug, my words confident as I meet his gaze. Then I hop onto the bed which I know he would have cleaned down, since there’s no cover on and there’s a shimmer from the wipes I know he uses on the black leather. If there’s one thing about Jag, he’s meticulous when it comes to his work.
So many times I’ve been on this bed while he ate me out till I screamed his name. All the memories swirl together, leaving me panting with need. The hungry gaze he pins me with is fierce, burning me, scorching our past. I hope I can pave our future.
“And what is it you think I want?”
The corner of his mouth tips up into a filthy grin. Splaying my thighs, I reach between my legs. My fingers find the slick heat of my pussy and, dipping a finger into my core, I drag it up to my clit, sending a shudder through me. Before I can taunt him any more, he grips my wrist and pulls my hand to his mouth. His dark eyes turn black as he sucks my juices off my finger.
“You’ve always been a delicious bitch.”
“And you’ve always been a hungry bastard.”
That’s all he needed. One swift movement has him shoving his jeans to his knees along with tight black briefs. “Show me you want me. Swallow my dick.” His order comes out dripping with feral hunger. The door isn’t locked, there are customers on the other side of the wall, but I don’t give a fuck. He’s mine and I’m about to show him how much.
Shoving off the bed, I drop to my knees before him. As I drag my gaze to meet his ferocious one, I fist the nine inches he’s sporting. The small ring that glistens from the tip of his cock has me aching to feel it rubbing against my inner walls. My mouth envelops the crown, flicking my tongue ring over the metal. The deeper he sinks, the more he growls.
His hands fist my hair, moving my head back and forth. My throat opens, allowing him entry and in turn, my pussy drenches for him. I’m needy and fucking ready. He fucks my mouth, saliva drips from my chin onto my breasts. He’s not gentle, far from it, but it only makes me hotter. I only burn bright for him when he takes what he needs from me.
But I’ll only allow him so much leeway. My hands grip his thighs as I once again take him deep. His stare tells me everything I need to know. He still needs me as much as I do him. No amount of time can take what we had away. And it’s been far too long. I’ve waited, allowed myself time, but I can’t do it anymore. I want him.
“Jesus, Pixie. That’s it. Take it all in your throat.”
Filthy words.
Dirty deeds.
It’s all there between us, sending our passion and desire spiraling.
The room is heavy with dark lust.
I love when he uses me. He loves to control me.
And this is no different. My hands reach for his balls, gripping them, holding on to them, needing him to give me everything. Each drop. Every single part of this man is mine, and I’m about to fucking claim him.