Chapter 8
Back at the cabin, Bishop walked slowly up the stairs thinking on what he was going to say. When he entered the bedroom, Jenny was lying on her side facing him, her big gray eyes locked on him immediately and his gut clenched at the sight of her. Pale skin surrounded by cascading waves of hair so dark they rivaled a raven’s wing. Blush pink lips parted, and he held up a hand. He didn’t want to hear any more of her apologies. He crossed to her in a few strides and knelt to untie her feet before he reached for her hands and untied them too.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
Standing, he fisted the ropes but couldn’t meet Jenny’s eyes. “I’m not keeping you here like this, Jen. You stay of your own accord or…” He huffed a breath before jerking his chin toward the door. “Or you’re free to go.” Finally, he felt brave enough to meet her eyes. “I did this,” he lifted the ropes slightly, “because I knew you were a flight risk. But,” he shook his head. “I wasn’t listening. You wanted a choice. I took it away a second time. I’m not doing it again. If you don’t want to be here, go. Take the Humvee. Keys are in it.”
He was halfway to the door when Jenny’s voice stopped him.
“And…and if I don’t want to go? If I want to stay? What then?”
He stayed facing the door for long minutes until he knew triumphant relief wouldn’t show on his features. He warned himself against getting his hopes too high over small victories, but he couldn’t help the sadistic gleam in his eyes when he finally turned to look at her. Dropping the ropes. He crossed thick arms over his equally impressive chest as he pressed his back into the wall. “Then you strip.”
He didn’t know what he was doing. This hadn’t been the plan. He’d meant to come up here, untie Jen, apologize, and then get her back to StoneCrow. But, that’d all been before she’d called his bluff.
He watched as she swallowed hard and glanced down at the floor. She had a notorious reputation for being a control freak. He intended on shredding that control because some sadistic part of him wanted to see her suffer the way he’d suffered. He wasn’t a total monster though. He’d only push as far as Jenny let him.
Jenny lifted her head, her gray eyes catching the soft lamplight as she studied him. When they went hard with determination, he knew he was in it now.
Pushing off the wall, he stalked toward her slowly. He didn’t speak. He didn’t want to. Something about the way he’d taken her before prevented it. He needed her to understand and acquiesce. When Jenny stood and ripped her shirt over her head, his blood thundered through his veins.
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Jenny’s fingers trembled as she dropped her shirt onto the bed. Her clothes and hair were still damp from her trek in the rain and a shiver coursed through her body. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or not. She didn’t care.
Bishop’s lips twisted into a grin of approval, but it didn’t match the severity in his eyes. The look had an eerie feeling pressing against Jenny’s skin that she tried her best to ignore.
Bishop’s eyes dipped to her jeans, and she understood the silent command. He wanted it all off. Because her jeans were damp, it was a bit of a struggle to get out of them, but when she was finally on her knees on the bed wearing only her matching black lace bra and panty set, her confidence took a dive. She wasn’t sure if she liked this. Yes, she wanted Bishop, and yes, she felt she owed it to him to right what had happened between them before, but the lack of emotion in his eyes had unease knotting in her belly. When Bishop made an angry sound deep in his throat, a tingling sensation drifted over her skin and incited her to action. Eyes pinned to his, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She tossed it on the floor. Her nipples were puckered with the cold, straining straight out and demanding attention. It was an attention that Bishop gave.
While his eyes were preoccupied with her breasts, she shimmied out of her panties and reclaimed her posture on her knees on top of the soft mattress. Legs partly spread; she knew that when Bishop’s eyes drifted lower, he’d see the proof of her desire glistening there beneath the cap of black curls covering her pussy.
Bishop’s body tensed, his greedy eyes devouring her in a way that made it feel like he was touching her with his hands instead of just his eyes.
“Lay down.”
His gravelly voice had liquid heat pooling low in her belly. She complied, going flat on her back.
“Bend your legs.”
She did.
“Now spread ‘em. I want to see that pussy.”
A wave of insecurity crashed over her, and she hesitated. Looking at Bishop, she saw his eyes narrow as they suddenly went cold. His body stiffened, and his lips thinned into a grim line like he just realized he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. He was closing down on her, intentionally keeping her out and it felt like a betrayal.
“Bisho…”
He cut her off. “I said spread your legs and show me your pussy.”
Against her better judgment, Jenny cast him a fiery glance and then did as he commanded. She let her legs fall open and felt the cool air press against her wet slit. Bishop’s eyes immediately dipped to her exposed pussy, and a rolling grumble rattled up from his chest and filled the room. His eyes were pitch black now and when his lip curled back in a snarl, Jenny’s insides flooded with dread.
“How can something so beautiful be so damn treacherous?”
His words had something undeniably heartbreaking pressing heavily on her chest.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, but when his gaze lifted and locked with hers the look he wore told her he didn’t expect her to comply.
Whether just to be defiant or simply to give him what he wanted, Jenny lifted a shaky hand and cupped one breast, massaging it as she stared at him.
“Not there, Jen.” His eyes sharpened and dropped between her legs “There.”
Holy hell! The sexual tension in the room ratcheted up by a million degrees. Jenny released her breast and slid her hand down her abdomen. Bishop’s eyes tracked her movements like a lion ready to pounce.
Jenny’s fingers and palm brushed over the curls between her legs and then she was touching herself, surprised at how wet she was. She couldn’t help the startled gasp that left her. She’d been aching for Bishop for so damn long that even though he wasn’t touching her, it sure felt like it with his eyes glued to her the way they were.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, and Jenny continued to stroke herself, not even trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling. As her fingers worked quicker, breath tore from her in ragged gasps.
“Inside,” Bishop panted after several long minutes. “Slide your fingers inside that tight cunt.”
Jenny tried to hide the shiver that coursed through her at the command. It was one of approval. She liked him being in control of her pleasure and showed him by dipping two fingers into her soaking seam. The sensation had her arching, nipples beading even tighter as they were thrust into the air with the violent arc of her body. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted Bishop’s long velvety cock tunneling into her. Just the thought of it, the memory of it had her fingers drenched as she continued to fuck herself. Her knees threatened to snap closed, and when she was finally able to open her heavy-lidded eyes and lock them on Bishop, his own eyes flashed with unbridled need.
He stood at the edge of the bed, watching her with such intensity that it made her pussy spasm. His shirt was torn like he’d partially shifted and practically clawed it off. Blood dotted welts were raised on his chest and arms.
“Fuck me!” she begged, working her fingers in and out of herself with wild abandon, pleading eyes locked on him. “Fuck me now, Bishop!” Pulling her hand free, she let her legs fall open again in offering. Her chest was heaving, a fine sheen of sweat coating her body as she waited for him to strip and mount her.
He didn’t move. Instead, his gaze sharpened on hers before dropping to her sex. One corner of his mouth jerked and then his eyes were lifting again and locking with hers.
Finally, he spoke. “Had to prove to myself that I could actually resist you. Had to know it was a onetime issue. Had to prove to myself that I’m not actually a monster.”
Jenny could only watch in horrified shock as Bishop turned and exited the room leaving her wet, aching, and unfulfilled on the bed. Rolling quickly to her side, she clamped her legs shut and covered her breasts with her arms as a whimper of shame escaped her.