Chapter 14

Jackson

I woke up early, before dawn, and Faith was still asleep. I’d exhausted her.

I rode into town and picked up fresh coffee, jam, eggs, bread, milk, and butter. I wasn’t sure what she liked but I knew she’d be hungry. By the time she woke, breakfast was ready.

“Where did all this come from?”

“The market.”

“You made this?”

“It’s just a few eggs.”

She was grateful and thanked me. We ate in bed and drank the coffee. Being with her was like a dream. Everything about the past couple of days was like a dream. From the moment she stepped into the bar, fate had taken over my life.

I’d intended to leave after breakfast, to get the job over with, but something about the way Faith looked at me stopped me. I just couldn’t pull myself away from her. She was going to be the mother of my child. I knew it with a certainty that defied logic.

But I wanted her to know it too. I wanted to burn myself on her soul, brand her with my body, so she wouldn’t ever be able to free herself of me.

It wasn’t that I wanted to take her freedom, or her future. I didn’t want to take anything away from her. I wanted to give her something. And this was what I knew how to give.

“Faith,” I said.

“Yes, Jackson.”

“Climb onto my lap.”

“Now?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want her to answer. I wanted her to do as I said. She eyed me suspiciously as she straddled me. She didn’t believe I could go again. She thought I was spent. If only she knew, when it came to her body, I’d never be spent.

I’m big in every way. My chest is broad. My arms are built. My cock is like an extra limb. My naked, scarred body is terrifying. Faith looked at me like she was the one who would do the devouring. She wasn’t scared. She didn’t mind my scars. I loved her for that.

She did as she was told, climbed on top of me, and put her arms around my shoulders. I pressed her against my chest. My throbbing cock was in front of her, pressed against her tender stomach. I knew my baby was in that stomach. Faith didn’t realize it yet, but she would soon enough.

She was so small against me. I put my hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her, testing her weight. She weighed nothing at all.

She looked up into my eyes like an angel. She was going to let me do whatever I wanted.

“I’m going to protect you,” I said softly.

She nodded.

“Everything will be taken care of.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She leaned in to me and started kissing my neck, her mouth sucking gently on the sensitive skin. I shut my eyes as my cock grew in my lap. It rose up between her legs like a tree growing.

She looked down at it.

“Spit on it,” I said.

She glanced up at me.

“Do it,” I said insistently.

She let a stream of saliva fall from her lips over the head of my weapon. My tip glistened, perfectly coated in her saliva.

“Do you trust me?” I said.

She nodded.

“What I want to do, it might hurt at first,” I said.

She nodded again.

“Just remember, everything comes at a cost.”

She clung to me. I lifted her a few inches from my lap and held her, suspended over my cock.

“Wrap your legs around my chest,” I said.

She did as she was told. Very slowly, I lowered her onto my erect penis. Her pussy was right there, already dripping for me, but it wasn’t her pussy I wanted. I lowered her so that the tip of my cock pressed against the tight muscle of her virgin asshole.

She gasped.

I locked eyes with her.

“This is what I want from you, Faith. This is what I demand.”

She whimpered as I lowered her another inch, the head of my cock pressing hard against her anus. She tried to kiss me but I backed away.

“Not yet,” I said. “Not until I say.”

She shivered. I didn’t know if she was cold or scared. I lifted her higher and lowered her again, my cock pressing harder against the tight ring of her ass. I wanted to enter her. I wanted to pour my seed in there.

If my plan had worked, if she was already carrying my child, I had to make sure she remembered me. I didn’t want another man coming along after my death and winning her heart. I had to burn myself on her heart like a cattle brand. I had to get so far inside her that nothing, not even death, would ever be able to rip me out.

I needed that. I needed it for my child. I needed her to speak of me to the child. I needed it for myself too. If I was going to ride to my death, I had to know my life had meant something.

But most of all, Faith needed it. I could sense it, like animals can sense water in the desert. She needed to belong to someone. She needed to know her place in the world. And I was going to show her.

She cried out. My cock pushed its way through the barrier, entering her passage, and it terrified her.

When I found her, she was utterly lost. Now she was carrying my child, but that wasn’t enough for me. I had to have more. I had to take everything from her.

And I was going to give her my ultimate sacrifice too.

I had to penetrate her deeply. I wanted to break her, the way a horse-whisperer breaks a mustang. I needed her to know she belonged to me. I didn’t just want her just to love me, I wanted her to fear me too. To respect me. I wanted her to worship me like an animal worships its master.

She cried out, but she was powerless to stop me. I lowered her onto my erect spike and it slid into her like a sword killing a warrior.

“Please,” she mouthed but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t stop now. If I did, she’d never forgive me. She’d despise me. I had to defeat her will, her resistance.

“Jackson,” she whispered.

I refused to feel compassion. I kept lowering her until she was resting again on my lap, my shaft all the way inside her ass, my balls touching the cheeks of her butt.

“Some things have to come with pain,” I said.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You’ll understand after I’m gone.”

“No,” she cried.

“If Los Lobos kill me, I’ll live on within you, Faith. I’ll live on within your soul.”

“You don’t even know if I’m pregnant.”

It was then that I kissed her. My cock was in her ass, all the way to the very center of her body, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth so that she couldn’t say another word. She tried to cry out, she tried to moan, to beg for mercy, but I stifled all of it. I couldn’t bear to hear it.

I was simultaneously creating and destroying the only thing in the world that mattered to me. I was forcing her to be mine for the rest of her life. I knew she’d never look at another man after this. But I was also forcing her to hate me, to look at me as a monster. She’d never forgive me for leaving her. Not for as long as she lived.

My cock pulsed inside her. She struggled but I held her firmly in place. There was no escape. She bit my lip and I released her from my kiss.

Her claws dug into the flesh of my back.

“Don’t resist me,” I cried. “I’m doing this for us.”

She was crying. My cock burst, the flood of my love pouring into her in waves of pleasure.

“I know,” she cried.

Surge after surge of my orgasm pulsed inside her.

“Harder,” she cried.

I thrust my groin upward, forcing it against the soft flesh of her ass. My cock was lodged so firmly inside her she wouldn’t have been able to break free if I let her.

“Harder, Jackson,” she cried again. “If you’re going to break my heart, you better break it all the way.”

I shut my eyes. Her nails were so deep in my back blood was flowing down over my scars. Her mouth pressed against my neck, her teeth biting me painfully. Her legs were so firmly wrapped around my waist I could hardly breathe.

As the last throbs of my sperm flowed into her ass, I knew it was true. She was mine. She was utterly mine, and she always would be.

I’d broken her. I was her master.