Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“They’ll never find your body.” There isn’t a trace of humor in Jackson’s words. He’s not kidding.
“Jackson,” I hiss, not wanting them to fight.
“He’s right,” June singsongs. "I know of a hog farm. There'd be nothing left." She gives Luka a sugary, sweet smile, but her eyes are filled with mischief.
“You really want to play, kitten?” I'm starting to believe it's my brother who wants to play with June.
“Don’t call me that,” June hisses at Luka. The name is rather fitting.
“We’re done with this. If you want to be at the wedding, then you should probably stick around.”
“Wedding?” Is he talking about us?
“You’re babysitting.” Jackson hands my bag over to June. Tigger has somehow slept through all of this.
“Jackson. What wedding?” I try again, but he tosses me over his shoulder. I don’t fight him. It would be pointless, and I don’t want to. He doesn’t waste any time getting us back to his place.
“Are you really not going to answer me?” I huff. It doesn’t even phase Jackson. He keeps on stripping me of my clothes until I’m standing in front of him naked in our bedroom. Any shyness I ever had about my body is long gone. Not with the way his eyes always eat up every inch of me. I’ve never felt more beautiful in my entire life.
“You know what wedding.” He reaches into the nightstand, pulling out a box. My mouth falls open as he slides a ring onto my finger. “Promised my mom I’d give you a bit to put something together.”
A giant round pink diamond sits in the center with a halo of diamonds around it. The gold band makes them all shine. If there was ever a ring made for a princess, this would be it. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn.
“Wanted to get you home and naked so I could see you in all that.” He grabs me again, tossing me onto the bed. I let out a small scream that turns into a laugh. I don’t get the chance to move before Jackson is over me.
“I don’t want to get married because of my parents.”
“I’ve handled them.” His tone is flat. Unreadable.
“Handled? Not like June hog-style handled, right?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I can never tell when you and June are joking.” I pause, but he doesn’t crack a smile. “Jackson!”
“It’s handled. They won’t bother you. You’re free.” He grips my hands, pinning them above my head. “Of everything and everyone but me.” I have no quarrels about that.
“Does that finally mean you’re going to give me every inch of you?” I lick my lips. Figured I’d get him to give me what I’ve wanted for so long.
“That what you want, princess?”
“Please.” I’m not above begging.
“You already wet for me?” Jackson keeps my wrists pinned together above my head with one hand while the other slips between my thighs. He parts the folds of my sex. A groan leaves him when he finds that I’m soaked for him.
It wasn’t until Jackson that I knew this kind of desire was possible. The thought of him is enough to make me grow wet. My body recognizes who owns it. It’s been that way from the first day I met Jackson. And I want to be owned by him.
“Always.”
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes.
“No,” I yank against his hand that has me pinned in place. “Don’t do that. Stop fighting it.” His eyes fly open. “Lose control, Jackson. I’m yours. I want you to give me everything. I don’t want you to hold back. There’s nothing between us now, and there never will be.”
He goes for his belt, yanking it off. Jackson doesn’t bother to even take his pants all the way off. He frees his cock, and it brushes against my thigh, causing me to let out a moan. I lift my hips but he pushes me back down.
“Be a good girl, princess. You’ll take what I give you.” I whimper, needing him so badly. The throb between my thighs is unbearable. He slides the head of his cock to my opening, pressing into me. “And I’ll always give you what you need.”
Jackson thrusts all the way inside of me. I gasp, my breath leaving me, the mixture of pain and pleasure blending together in a way I didn’t know was possible. There are too many emotions and sensations. It’s all too much. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.
“Fucking heaven. I don’t deserve this, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I’m gonna enjoy every tight inch of you.” I let out a moan, my body finally adjusting to him.
“Princess,” Jackson grits out. “Open those eyes for me. I need to know you’re okay.”
“I’m more than okay.”
“You’re crying.” I hadn’t realized a few tears had slipped free. “Talk to me.” He’s the one who sounds pained now. I smile up at him, loving how in tune to me he is.