After a few hours, I'm calmer than I was and I proceed to close up the bar.
I'm shutting the door when a large black boot lodges itself in the door frame, preventing me from shutting it all the way.
I look up and stifle a scream when I see a large figure standing before me dressed in a black hoodie and jeans. Their hood is pulled up and since it's dark out, I can't make out their face.
They tilt their face slightly and the light from the streetlight catches illuminating their features.
Jackson's normally gray eyes are the darkest I've ever seen them.
He pushes the door open and I immediately start to back away because I can honestly say, he's scaring the shit out of me.
He doesn't say a word to me, he just slams the door shut behind him and starts dead bolting it. Then he grabs my arm and nudges me toward the alarm.
With shaky fingers, I reach up and set it. I briefly contemplate pressing the panic button and informing the alarm company about a break in because I just don't know what he's playing at or what his deal is right now.
He seems to sense my thoughts because he leans down and whispers,“Go ahead. I dare you,” in my ear.
I take a few steps back wishing that I hadn't already turned all the lights in the bar off.
I steel myself and lift my chin. His little game has gone on long enough as far as I'm concerned. “Why are you here, Jackson?”
He takes a step forward and I take a step back. His large frame is looming over me and I've never felt smaller in my whole entire life.
He gives me a smile that reminds me of a crazed killer, albeit a very hot one. “Why am I here?” he repeats. “Are you saying that I'm not allowed to be here?”
I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him. “I..um. Y-yeah.”
Good job Alyssa, your intimidation level is equivalent to that of a puppy.
Jackson rubs his jaw. “Good thing I don't give a fuck then, huh?”
I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off by shouting, “Just like you didn't give a fuck when you went down to the fight club tonight, and I specifically told you not to ever go there.”
He takes another step forward. “You promised me that you wouldn't.”
“I'm s-sorry,” I stutter. “Look, you're really starting to scare me, Jackson.”
He smirks, takes another step forward and removes his belt, which both terrifies and excites me. “I thought you liked danger, Alyssa? You sure put yourself in harms way tonight.”
I shake my head. “No one attacked me this time.”
“This time,” he mocks before his expression turns serious. “Do you remember what I told you to do tonight?”
“Well, yeah but you can't actually be serious—” I start to say until the crack of his belt against the wooden table causes me to jump.
“Oh, I'm very serious. As serious as you were when you walked into that club tonight. You have 30 seconds,” he sneers.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point. Where exactly does he expect me to run to? Especially when he dead bolted the doors?
When I still haven't moved, his eyes narrow. “15 seconds. I suggest you do what I told you to now, Alyssa. You're only making it harder on yourself.”
Since it would take me twice as long to run up the stairs to my apartment, I take off in the direction of the bathrooms.
I fly through the swinging doors and fight to catch my breath. I debate hiding in one of the stalls, but mere seconds later Jackson enters the bathroom.
I shouldn't feel so turned on over this little cat and mouse game he started but I am.
I’m nervous too because he's never acted like this with me before.
He begins walking toward me and I notice that he's stripped off his hoodie. I also see the few bruises on his face from the fight. I instinctively reach up to touch his face, but he bats away my hand and grips my ponytail while backing me into the stall door.
“What are you doing, Jackson?”
He pulls my hair tighter. “Trying to figure out the proper way to punish you so you don't pull this shit again.”
“Look, I'm sorry, okay? I've learned my lesson.”
He presses me against the stall. “Not okay. You make me a promise you fucking keep it, understand me?”
“I won't show up at the club again. I promise,” I say. My vision gets blurry and I want to kick myself for giving into my emotions right now. But I know there's no point in fighting them.
I draw in a shaky breath. “Believe me, there's nothing you could do to me that would ever be worse than thinking you were seriously hurt in that cage. It was the second worst experience of my entire life.” I close my eyes. “So go ahead, Jackson. Do your worst. I can take it.”
His mouth smashes against mine with so much force I'm certain my lips will be bruised, but I don't care. It's the most violent kiss I've ever had and the passion flowing through us both right now is enough to bring me to my knees. I feel myself drop, but one of Jackson's hands latches onto my hip while the other tugs on my ponytail so hard I yelp.
And when I do, he nips my lower lip hard enough that I taste a hint of copper. He groans and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth until I'm lightheaded and fighting for air. Before I know it, he's dragging me until we're stopped in front of the mirrors and he's directly in back of me.
He lifts my shirt up and his fingers trail down my abdomen before he flicks open the button on my jeans.
I'm about to close my eyes, but he shakes his head and whispers, “Watch,” deep and low in my ear. His hand moves inside my jeans, brushing over the damp fabric of my panties.
The sight of his large hand inside my pants as he's stroking me is enough to make me blush. It's such an erotic sight and I'm so wound up I feel like a slingshot that's about to launch into outer space. That feeling only grows when he pushes my jeans down lower, along with my panties, leaving me completely exposed to him.
He positions one of his legs between both of mine until I'm pressed flush against his chest and I can feel the strong effect I'm having on him through his jeans.
Embarrassment courses through me when he slips one of his fingers inside me and we both hear just how wet I am. He curses under his breath as he begins slowly moving deep inside me.
I've never been more turned on in my entire life, but I really need him to know something before we take this any further.
“I didn't sleep with Ford that night. I kicked him out of my life and I haven't seen him since. I only want you.”
The sting from his other hand slapping my ass causes me to jump.
"Don't ever and I mean, ever utter another man’s name while my fingers are inside you."
“I'm sorry,” I say frantically. “I just wanted you to know that Ford—” I'm cut off by another sharp whack across my ass. This time, it sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
“What did I say?” Jackson warns, his voice harsh and rough.
He removes his finger before entering me again, this time adding another finger and stroking me even deeper.
“You want me?” he says, his breath tickling my ear. “Well, you fucking have me. But it comes with contingencies, now.”
I open my mouth to find out what he means but he leans down and bites my neck. "I've tried going easy on you. I treated you like you were fragile before. I thought that's what you needed. But not this time, Alyssa. I'm not gonna treat you like you're some sad, broken, and damaged damsel...because you're not, are you?"