We give each other a hug, and she whispers, “Are you going to be okay?”
I’m still fuming, but I nod at her, and we say our goodbyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I watch as Jessie walks off before climbing back in the car. I snap my head towards Jake, still feeling as mad as hell, and I can tell he feels the same. He won’t even look at me. Instead, he faces forward, hands tightly wound over the steering wheel as his jaw tics. It makes me wonder something as I stare: Will he still be like this even after the killer’s caught?
He pulls away, still not looking at me or uttering a word. Once we get home, Jake reverses into the garage. I quickly get out as he stops, and I let myself in. Matthew isn’t here, but I remember he has football practice at five on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so that’s where he’ll be right now.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I rush up to my room and slam the door, not wanting to see or speak to Jake.
A minute or so later, I have no choice as Jake practically rams his six-foot-four frame into my room. “I haven’t finished with you yet. Not by a long shot.”
I run around my bed towards my bathroom, but before I can even reach the door, he grabs me. Lifting me up, he takes me kicking and screaming into his room. “Put me down, arsehole!”
Jake rewards me with a swift smack to my bottom. “Language!” He places me by his bed, and I edge myself up against his wall. “You deliberately went against my wishes. And not only that, when I do find you at the bar, you have those three assholes hovering around you like you’re a bitch in heat and they’re the fucking dogs they really are.”
I purse my lips. “I didn’t ask for that. They came up to us when Jessie and I were sitting at the bar together. It wasn’t like I had an advertising beacon above my fucking head.”
Jake inhales sharply, closing his eyes. He places one hand over my shoulder, leaning forward as he momentarily turns his head away in anger. When he glances back to me, all I can see is the combination of fire and fury in his eyes. “What have I told you about that mouth of yours?”
“Plenty,” I blurt. “But not in ways I want to get into now. You’re batshit crazy. All I was doing was having a drink.”
Jake leans in close, allowing me to catch a whiff of his aftershave. My legs almost turn to jelly. “What was that asshole John doing there?” he practically growls. “What the fuck did he want?”
Wow is he pissed! Right back atcha, Mr. Bennett!
“He just wanted to see how I was, that’s all. His friend left a lot to be desired, and probably deserved the shit you gave him, but that doesn’t mean you can go around throwing me over your shoulder every five minutes, dragging me back to your cave.”
Jake steps even closer to me, so close that it sets my breathing off and my heart racing. I want to be so mad at him, but he makes it so hard at times.
“No one fucking touches you. You got that? You’re mine. You never disobey an order from me like that again.”
I glare at him. “You’re ordering me around now … like we’re in the military, and you’re my commanding officer?”
How dare he?!
“Yeah! Fucking right, I am. You obviously don’t have a clue about the serious shit that’s going on around you. You think it’s wise to put yourself out there so that anyone who wants can just grab you and take you away? I’m not letting that fucking happen. I know what’s best for you—even if you can’t see that for yourself.”
I close my eyes. “And what happens after this killer is caught? Are you still going to be throwing me over your shoulder in bars and forcing me to go home?”
He places one finger in between my breasts and trails it down towards my belly. An intoxicated moan escapes me that I did not wish to let out.
Damn you, alcohol. You’ve let me down.
“If I have to. You don’t know how fucking crazy it makes me to see other men lingering around you, daring to want what’s mine. I want to round them all up and beat the living shit out of each and every one of them.”
My breathing becomes harsh, and Jake notices. Of course, he does. He knows my body better than I do. I’m still determined to fight him, though—despite the raging fire between my legs.
Taking a deep breath, I narrow my eyes. “I am not yours. I’m not to be owned at all.”
Jake glances down at my lips before meeting my eyes. “Yes. You. Fucking. Are. And you know it. Your body knows it.” I close my eyes, trying to shut those damn piercing eyes of his out. “Look at me.” I shake my head. “Look. At. Me.” Against my will, my eyes fly open upon hearing the command in his voice. “You belong to me. Got it? If anyone dares to get in my way, I will make them sorry. You’ve cast some sort of spell on me, Ana Sinclair. No one has ever come close to making me feel the way you make me feel.”
I can’t take any more of the pressure between my legs. Despite my anger, I’m highly fucking aroused.
Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull his head towards mine in a frenzied kiss. He squeezes my breasts, and I move my hand down his back, digging my fingernails in. I venture farther south and grab his gorgeous arse.
He moans in my mouth. “You taste like alcohol.”
I reach down to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers, which quickly fall to the floor.
“Yeah, and I still fucking hate you, Jake.”
Jake growls as he yanks up my skirt, grabbing my bum. He lifts me up and thumps me against the wall. Another moan escapes me. How can I be so angry and so turned on at the same time? I have never wanted anything as much as I want this, but at the same time, I’m so fucking pissed. A great, big, lust-filled pool of pissed off. I’m grabbing his back, desperately squeezing and seeking more of him as I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.
He pulls away just in time to say, “Watch your fucking language,” before finding my mouth again.
One of his hands wanders down to my thigh, and as it does, he grabs the edge of my knickers and rips them off me in one fell swoop. It seems to be so easy for him, like they’re nothing more substantial than a thick sheet of paper.
Placing a hand in between my legs, he slips a finger inside me. “Your pussy gives you away every time. You want me inside you so badly, don’t you?” He flicks his thumb around my clit, making me cry out. “Do you want me inside you? Tell me. Your wish is my command.”
I try to nod my head as my body quivers under his touch. “Yes, Jake. Please.”
He rubs my little nub some more, and I feel as though I’m coming apart. “Please, what?”
This is a torturous heaven. “Please. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
With that confession, he releases his finger, props me up farther on the wall, and inserts himself into me with one forceful grunt. I cry out, closing my eyes at the pleasurable pain of his first entrance. It soon fades as he starts pounding himself inside me up against the wall. His strength is enormous as he carries on, burying his head in my neck, biting and grunting. I have never had sex up against a wall before. The feeling of having no control has the fire in my pussy burning hot with desire. His movements and noises are savage, making the buildup of an orgasm come even more quickly than usual.
He squeezes my hip, and that one little touch makes my whole body tingle. I know I’m already close. I can feel my walls tightening around him.