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Amara’s POVSex didn't fix anything, but it was sure one hell of a distraction. Jackson shared this sentiment last night but left me to wake up alone, sore, and looking to ignore reality yet again. The evidence of last night was worn well into the sheets, a combined aroma of us both, as I tore it free from the bed and around my naked body to conceal myself from the cold air. I managed a few steps into the hallway before hearing voices belonging to Jackson's men. By the time the realization caught up with my feet, I was standing with disheveled hair and a sheet stained from our ventures last night pulled tightly around my torso. “Not that I blame any of you, but get all your collective eyes off my wife.” Jackson kissed my cheek and walked me out of eyeshot of the majority crammed into my mother's house. “I was going to bring you breakfast…”I slowly nodded before refocusing on my true desire. He captured my hand softly in his own and kissed the inside of

Jackson's POV I shouldn't have gone to her when I got her call once I landed in Chicago. But she was so goddamn believable that I didn't think twice about it. I wasn't even there for a handful of minutes before the fate of this choice became evident and I was being guided to a car with the threat of Amara's life depending on my cooperation. I followed until coming to that secondary location, enraged to the five foot something frame accentuated by Stilettos that nearly made us the same height. And to think I defended her to Amara when she was suspicious of her motives. Danielle. But she wasn't the meek and bored housewife she had been the last few years. Now, she was something darker. As if the mischievous ambitions she had for me took on a life of their own and personified before me now. She was someone I considered to be trapped in a loveless marriage and I even pitied her. But as she stood before me now with only a cellphone and a grin, I saw nothing but ev

Amara’s POVFour months agoEverything happened in such quick succession that I was forced to endure it as if I was no longer in my own body to experience it. Danielle's threats and torments, her bullshit audio of what I'm sure was a way for Jackson to keep us both safe, echoed around me as my eyes diverted towards an exit. It was a rather small yacht, decrepit and overrun with enough armed brawn to make an escape a feeble and brainless attempt. Still, with keys set in my hand to strike, I reached forward and managed to swipe her arm. It was the only time I'd have the upper hand against her however as I was taken by strength I couldn't fight and pulled where I would only watch her circle me. “I can see it. You have the innocent prey thing going on. But Jackson needs a woman who can really take care of him. One who can go all night. One who can shed blood if he asks-or even if he doesn't-” This was the first strike she made. It was a simple slap that sti

Amara's POVWife. It was a label I wasn't sure I'd ever hear again. Especially not from his swollen lips. If so, I imagined it would be a replay of a memory when my heart ached and I was desperate for some remaining tether to him. So to look at him now with the determination to prove our titles and ownership of each other, it was everything I'd wanted for months. “Please untie my hands…” I asked with as much confidence as I could muster despite the fact my thighs were still trembling. “I'm not done.” He cocked a brow as I tried against my restraints. “Please…it's all I've thought about for months.” It wasn't always sexual but it definitely wasn't sporadic when it was. With him before me now without a distance, I wasn't going to let him dominate me without at least understanding my own motivations and desperations. “Did you let anyone else try to fill that void for you?” His question was spat as he released enough tension on the belt to

Amara’s POV I have waited four months for Danielle to get her karma. Some lacerations scarred, but it wasn't the constant memory of her success on my skin that made me vengeful. It was the time away from Jackson. So what was another hour or so?“Everything is going to be fine…” Cutter attempted to soothe me as I was bouncing on the balls of my feet while seated in the car. But all I could think about was Jackson being alone with her. What if he liked the experience she had? What if he got stuck somewhere that we couldn't get to him? What if she had known that this was a ruse all along? “He has faced worse than Danielle.” I visibly cringed at the sound of her name. This woman single handedly had the claim of my life at the end of her fingertips. She was nothing but spite and homicidal tendencies with an obsession for my husband. The idea of him being alone with her was understandable in making me manic. After all, what I knew was going on in that car ahead of u