Stolen Beauty (Jackson Family 1)

“S – sir,” I stuttered. I moaned, unable to finish my sentence. Gasps were leaving my lips. He wasn’t cutting off my air flow – not with his hand anyway. No – the savage way he was taking me – claiming me – was making me lose my breath – making it hard to breathe.

“Don’t you fucking hold back on me,” James growled. “You belong to me,” he snarled. Another wave washed over me, momentarily making me lightheaded. My ears rang. “Every touch, every beat of your heart, every fucking orgasm – it all belongs to me.”

His lips took mine in a hard kiss, his tongue tangling with mine before he pulled back and flipped me over onto my belly, sliding back inside of me again with ease. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” James rasped.

“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes – I’m all yours, sir.”

He smacked my ass cheek before he grabbed it in his hand, driving up into me hard and fast over and over. I lost count of the number of times I came, but by the time he finally came, I was exhausted. My legs gave out beneath me, and I slumped down on the mattress, my breath heaving in and out of me, my heart thumping at an insanely fast pace.

I swear, if I died of a heart attack from being with James, I would die happy.

“Little one?” James asked. I felt him untie the blindfold. The fabric fell away from my face. I licked my dry lips, still panting for air. “Fuck, Emmaline, baby, are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I answered, unable to get anything else out of my mouth.

He uncuffed my arms, and they limply fell at my sides. A moment later, he lifted me from the bed and carried me against his chest towards the bathroom. He stepped into the shower before taking a seat on one of the built-in shower seats. As he turned the shower on, my head fell to his shoulder, exhaustion pulling at my limbs. I flinched at the cold water, but he wrapped his arms around me, keeping me warm until the hot water kicked in.

“How’s your head, little one?” he asked me.

“Fine,” I yawned. “I’m sleepy.”

His laughter vibrated through his chest. “Let me get you cleaned up, and then, I’ll take you back to my office where you can take a nap.” He brushed his lips to my forehead. “Do you feel better after having a session?”

“Yes,” I immediately answered. I drew in a deep breath. “It helps me to regain structure,” I told him honestly. “Everything spiraled out of control in my mind that night.” I sucked in a sharp breath of air. “I have to have structure.”

James gripped my chin and tilted my head back to look up at him. “I will always keep your life and your mind structured, little one. Don’t ever doubt that. If you feel like it’s spiraling out of control, just tell me. I’ll fix it,” he promised.

I sleepily smiled up at him. He leaned down and took my lips in a hard kiss, a low growl sounding from his chest as he turned my body to straddle him. A low moan sounded from the back of my throat as I felt his hard cock slide through my folds.

“Emmaline—" James growled in warning.

I leaned up on my knees and lined him up at my entrance before I sank down on him, thanking him in the only way I knew how to thank him. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and yanked my lips back down to his, kissing me with every fiber of his being as I rode us both towards that peak before we fell together, his name a loud cry on my lips.

And hearing him moan my name? It felt fucking amazing to know that I was capable of making a man love being with me that much.

He may never be able to love me, but as long as he always took care of me like this, that would always be enough for me.