All Chapters of Her Empire, His Terms.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the Suv, my chest still aching from the raw open wound of seeing Leo. My sweet boy. He had looked so small in that tiny tuxedo, his blue eyes filled with a confusion no four-year-old should ever have to carry. To know that he was being raised by the very people who had stolen my freedom and lied to him about my death was a pill too bitter to swallow. A tear threatened to slip down my cheek, but I quickly blinked it away. I couldn't let myself break down again. Not now. I needed to be strong. I needed to get back my son. Suddenly a warm hand pressed against my thigh. I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts and looked down. Jared had placed his large hand on my lap. His fingers rested gently on the white silk of my dress. "You're day dreaming again," Jared said, his low voice cutting through the quiet hum of the SUV's engine. I looked up to meet his hazel eyes that was watching me with an intensity it made my he

The cab ride back to the mansion was very quiet. Jared sat beside me his knuckles still stained with dried blood. He didn't look at me once, staring straight ahead into the dark streets. The alcohol was fully in my system now and I felt my head spinning in dizziness and every time the cab bumped, my shoulder brushed against his, and a sharp electric shock ran straight down my spine. I couldn't stop staring at his profile. The sharp jawline, the dark curls falling slightly over his forehead and his beautiful hazel eyes. He had taken down three grown men like they were nothing. It was terrifying, yes, but under the influence of the whiskey, it was also the most intoxicating thing I had ever witnessed. When the cab finally pulled up to the gates of the Donovan mansion, Jared paid the driver and stepped out. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead, buckling instantly. I let out a soft, giggling gasp as I began to tilt sideways. Jared rolled his eyes, a low gro

"Jared, please—" I sobbed, my hips jerking helplessly against his hand. The heat inside me was boiling over. Every single slide of his two fingers felt incredibly deep, stretching me so wide I felt completely full, yet still desperately empty. His thumb was relentless, grinding against my swollen clit until my vision went completely black at the edges. "I'm going to make you forget there was ever a contract, Amelia," he growled, his voice deep and rough. "I'm going to make you forget your own name." Before I could even process his words, Jared suddenly pulled his fingers out of me. The cold air hit my dripping wetness, and I let out a loud, pathetic whine of protest. I felt empty. I wanted his hand back inside me immediately. I reached out, my hands blindly searching for his chest, but he grabbed both of my wrists in one of his massive hands and pinned them securely above my head. "Jared, what are you doing? Don't stop, please don't stop!" I whimpered, begging

Amelia's POV "Miss Amelia? Are you awake? Please, could you open the door?" Someone said persistently knocking at the door. I groaned, my eyelids fluttering open against the bright morning light spilling through the floor to ceiling windows. The moment I tried to shift my weight, a sharp, deep ache flared between my thighs. My muscles felt incredibly sore, heavy, and completely spent. My face instantly caught fire as the memories of the previous night rushed back. Jared. The touch of his fingers. The paralyzing heat of his tongue. The way he had held my wrists pinned above my head, refusing to let me escape the relentless waves of pleasure until my mind completely fractured and I passed out. I had actually passed out from sheer, overwhelming ecstasy. To top it off,i had actually squirted. I didn't even know I was capable of that. I swallowed hard, panic suddenly gripping my chest and quickly turned my head to look at the other side of the massive king sized

The drive to the docks was suffocatingly quiet, except for the hum of Logan’s black sports car. I had quickly thrown on a pair of dark jeans, a black sweater, and a leather jacket, pulling my hair back into a tight ponytail. Beside me, Logan navigated the winding, wet streets of the city and risk of what we were doing, he looked entirely relaxed, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while the other tapped a rhythm against his knee. "You know, Blondie," Logan murmured, breaking the silence as he glanced over at me with a lazy smirk. "For a woman who just escaped a high security foreign prison, you sure have a habit of running straight back into the lion's den." "I'm not running," I said, staring straight ahead at the highway. "I'm fighting back. There's a difference." "I like the attitude. Really, I do," Logan drawled. "But fighting back usually goes a lot smoother when you have an army behind you. Right now, your army consists of a very angry Jared who is current