LOGINArianna His hands moved over my body. Over my stomach and my ribs and up to cup my breasts through the lace. He was gentle like he was afraid I might break. “You can be rougher than that,” I said.l trying to urge him “I am not made of glass.” “I know” he said with a smile. “But I want to take my time.” He turned me around to face him and then he kissed me. It was different from the other times we had kissed. Less desperate and more deliberate. It feels like he was trying to memorize the taste of me. When he pulled back his eyes were dark and hungry but there was something else there too. Something that looked almost like tenderness. This bond is making us all go crazy “Get on the bed,” he said. I walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. I laid back against the pillows and watched him watch me. He stood at the foot of the bed and just looked at me for a long moment taking me in. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. “I want you to touch yourself” he said. I raised an eyeb
Arianna I had been thinking about this for three days strsight. Ever since the night I came back from the job and found him waiting in the parking lot like some kind of lost puppy. He had not tried to stop me. He had not raged or demanded or thrown a tantrum like I expected him to. He had just waited. And when I let him touch me afterwards he had been so careful about Like I was something precious instead of something he owned. That was when I knew he was ready. Or at least I hoped he was ready. Because what I was about to do was either going to prove that all these lessons had actually changed him or it was going to prove that he was still the same selfish arrogant boy who only cared about his own pleasure. And I needed to know which one it was before I let myself fall any deeper into this thing between us. I texted him on a Thursday night. Me: Come over tomorrow at eight. Wear something nice. He responded immediately. Jaxhole: Okay. Is this another lesson? I smiled at my
Jax I lasted exactly forty five minutes. Then I got dressed and drove to the Rosewood Hotel. I did not go inside. I just sat in my car in the parking lot and stared at the building like an absolute psychopath. I told myself I was not going to interfere. I was just going to sit here and make sure she was safe. That was all! Nothing else. I could feel her through the bond. Not clearly but enough to know she was inside. Enough to know she was with him and every second that passed felt like torture. I imagined him touching her or kissing her or being inside her. And I wanted to burn the whole fucking building down. My phone buzzed and it was a a text from her. Ari: I can feel you. Go home Jax. I stared at the message then I typed back. Me: I am not coming inside. I am just making sure you are safe. Three dots appeared then disappeared. Then appeared again. Ari: You promised you would not interfere. Me: I am not interfering. I am sitting in my car. Ari: Go. Home. I read the mes
Jax I was still catching my breath when her phone rang. We were tangled up in her sheets and my whole body felt like it had been wrung out and put back together wrong in the best possible way. She had her head on my chest and I was running my fingers through her hair just enjoying the quiet and peace. Then her phone started buzzing on the nightstand and she tensed against me. She sat up and reached for it and I watched her face change when she looked at the screen. Something shuttered in her expression and that made my stomach drop. “I have to take this,” she said. “Okay,” I said. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I laid there staring at the ceiling and trying not to listen but werewolf hearing made that pretty much impossible. I could hear her voice through the door. Professional amd a bit too polite. Nothing like the way she talked to me. “Yes I can do tonight.” she said. “What time? Okay. The usual rate? Perfect. I will be there.
AriannaI stood up and walked over to him. I was wearing one of his old shirts that I had stolen the last time he was here. It was too big on me and it smelled like him and I had been sleeping in it every night even though I would never admit that out loud. I saw his eyes darken when he realized what I was wearing.“Is that mine?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. “Do you want it back?”“No,” he said quickly. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”I smiled and reached up to cup his face. His skin was warm under my palm and I could feel the stubble on his jaw. “You are going to do exactly what I tell you. Nothing more and nothing less. If I tell you to stop you stop immediately. Understand?”“Yes,” he breathed.I pulled my hand back and walked over to the bed. I sat down on the edge and looked at him. Come here.”He crossed the room and stopped in front of me. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock and he sucked in a sharp breath. He was already hard and leaking and I had barel
AriannaI did not call him for two weeks after the night at the club. Not because I wanted to torture him although that was definitely a bonus but because I needed time to think about what I was doing amdwhat we were doing. The lessons had started as a way to get revenge. A way to make him grovel and suffer and understand what it felt like to want something you could not have. But somewhere along the way it had shifted into something else. Something that scared me.I could feel him through the bond now more clearly than before. I could feel when he was think about me. When he was aching for me. When he was trying so hard to be good and patient like I told him to be. And it was getting harder to ignore the pull. Harder to pretend that I was doing this just to hurt him when the truth was I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.But I was not ready to admit that yet. Not to him and definitely not to myself. So I made him wait.When I finally texted him it was late on a Saturday nigh







