Chapter 2
Jolie
Who is this guy? He radiates anger, control, dominance. It is terrifying, but it’s also an incredible turn on. The way he inspects every angle of my body has me shivering. He kneels upon the floor and grasps my hips with both hands, roughly bringing me to the edge of the bed. His tongue drags its way along my thigh from my knee to just before he gets to my pussy. Gently, he bites my flesh and I moan loudly.
I want to call him something—anything—but I don’t dare. I’d rather just enjoy the moment. My life is so fucking horrible right now that any moments that make me feel any shred of happiness, I’ll take. Erica is worried about the tailspin I’ve been on lately. Hell, I’m worried.
My thoughts are interrupted as his thumbs spread me apart and he licks me across my clit. Exquisite fire burns through my body in pleasure. Before I’ve barely recovered from that first touch, he begins a seriously delicious assault on my clit. I’m climbing over the edge of ecstasy within minutes, but it comes slamming to a halt when he pulls away. Before I can argue, he bites the inside of my thigh pretty hard. I’m about to call him an asshole, but he’s attacking my clit again.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” I moan as I clutch onto his hair.
I’m once again right on the edge of my climax when he bites me again in the same spot. This time, I continue to throb and am not as surprised by the move so that the second he touches my clit again, I am thrashing with my orgasm. I’ll definitely have bruises there and for some reason that brings a smile to my face.
“That good, huh?” he smirks, noticing my state of elation. He stands again, giving me a prime view of practically the only part of his body that isn’t tattooed—his cock. I’m going to enjoy having him inside of me. My ex-husband Tucker had a small dick. Closing my eyes, I try to push away thoughts of Tucker and—
“Whatever’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, check it at the door. We’re here to have some fun. Now, let’s fuck sweet girl,” he says as he opens the drawer on the bedside table and retrieves a condom. Once he’s sheathed himself, I scoot back up onto the bed as he crawls over me.
His lips attack mine and he tastes like me mixed with vodka. It’s intoxicating. My “happy pills” as I call them are finally starting to kick in and I’m feeling quite free. I’m just about to tell him to hurry when I feel him line his cock against my opening and slam it in. My god he’s huge!
“Fuck!” I shriek as he begins pounding me. He feels amazing and it’s been way too long since I’ve had sex. Tucker doesn’t even really count in comparison to this guy. Tucker. Ugh!
“Right here, sweet girl,” he croons and kisses my lips more gently this time. The gentle move sends a shockwave to my heart. I’m not sure if I love or hate the feeling but bottom line is—it’s the first time in months I’ve felt anything in that black hole.
His thrusts are about to send me over the edge, but I suddenly want—need—to be on top.
“Flip over,” I instruct breathlessly as I try to keep my orgasm at bay. His eyes fly open as he studies me a moment before complying. In one swift roll, he’s underneath me and I’ve straddled him.
“You know, I prefer my woman beneath me but watching your tits bounce so beautifully and seeing your hair all wild from this position has me glad I’m making an exception for you,” he groans as I ride him faster. His hand firmly caress my breasts as his thumbs and fingers pinch my nipples.
“Oh, I’m close,” I whimper as I feel another orgasm tearing through me. The moment it hits me and my pussy clenches around him, I feel him release his own climax.
I collapse on his chest and am surprised when he wraps his arms around me. This was supposed to be a one night stand with a hot, mysterious guy to help me forget about Tucker, but instead I am finding myself enjoying the embrace. Before I can stop myself, tears roll out of my eyes onto his chest. He tenses from beneath me, but doesn’t say anything.
One of my hands makes its way to his scalp as I scratch it softly with my fingernails. I don’t know what made me do it, but it just felt right. Comforting. Just as I start to relax, he firmly grasps my wrists and pulls it away. Flipping us over to where I’m on my back underneath him, he glares at me. Why the sudden change of mood?
He pulls away, quickly shedding the old condom and replacing it with a new one. Seconds later, he has both of my wrists once again, pushing them above my head as he enters me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he snaps angrily as if he’s mad at himself for enjoying it.
I yelp when his teeth nip at my breasts. He has a way about bringing pain in a pleasurable way. Thus far in my life, my pain has not in any way been pleasurable. Several thrusts later we are coming again together. Too bad this has to be a one night stand. This guy is amazing in bed. He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. Slowly, he studies every feature of mine growing increasingly angry with every second.
“Jolie?” he asks through clenched teeth. Jolie? Jolie? No. No. No! Tears fill my eyes and spill over.
“Dax.” Not a question, but an answer. I’m so fucking stupid.
In one swift movement, he flings me off of him. Losing my balance since I’m on the edge of the bed, I roll off face first and whack my face on the nightstand. Ouch! I’m on my knees and hands, dazed from the fall. He’s behind me pulling on his clothes in record speed. When I turn to look at him—Dax, who I haven’t seen in fifteen years—I’m almost knocked over by the look of hate he regards me with. His features soften just slightly, but he’s still frowning at me.
“Fuck, Jolie, you’re bleeding,” he growls and kneels down in front of me as he inspects the cut above my eyebrow. Greedily, I study all of his features. He’s a man now. He’s so different.
“You look different, Dax,” I whisper. His eyes fly to mine and he glares at me.
“Yes, baby girl, prison will change you,” he snaps. I flinch at his words, knowing I sent him there.
“Dax, I’m so sor—” I try, but he stops me by interrupting.
“Save it, Jolie. I’m Slate now—don’t fucking call me Dax. You won’t need stitches, now get the fuck out. I can’t even look at you—you make me sick,” he spits out and storms out of the room, leaving me naked and crying on the floor in some random guy’s house.
My life is shit. And I deserve it.