Broken Soul (Jackson Family 3)

inessa

I lookedup from the movie I was watching on my phone when the bedroom door suddenly opened. My husband stepped into the room looking disheveled. Blood splattered his clothes, his tie was missing, and his suit jacket was ripped. My eyes widened in horror, and my gut swirled with vomit.

Was he injured?

“Jaxon?” I hated that my voice trembled, giving away both how worried and scared I was at that moment.

The look he cast me made me flinch and cast my eyes away from him. “It’s not mine,” he growled.

That just made me sicker to my stomach, especially since he looked so angry. I kept my mouth shut, knowing not to ask, and kept my eyes cast to my lap, unable to look at him when he looked so furious. I flinched again when he slammed the bathroom door shut behind him. My hand shook so badly that I dropped my phone into my lap.

I tried to calm my racing heart as I listened to him shower. I didn’t know what had him so furious with me. I’d done what he told me to, and I had followed all the rules. In fact, I hadn’t reached out to anyone with my new phone because besides my family who might care—and that was a big maybe—I had no other friends to confide in. When I’d graduated from school, we’d gone our separate ways.

My family had been clear about my role in the family. Head down. Mouth shut. They wanted me to be seen and not heard.

And, after a while, I’d become a fucking bartering chip.

What had I done to deserve this shit?

I jerked my head up in alarm when the bathroom door opened. Jaxon didn’t even cast me a glance as he walked out completely naked and headed into the closet, his hard cock swinging as he moved, his ass muscles flexing.

I almost drooled. Why did my husband have to look so good and be such an asshole?

When he came back out of the closet, he was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black, long-sleeve shirt, and he was shrugging a leather jacket on his shoulders. I twisted my fingers in my lap when he shoved his feet into his boots.

Was he going to meet another woman?

His snort made me look up at him again. “You fucking kidding me?” he snarled. I frowned in confusion. He barked out a laugh. “I’m not going to fuck another woman, Inessa,” oh, God, I’d spoken out loud, “but I’m not touching my wife who fucking hates my guts, either.”

I flinched for the umpteenth time at his harsh words, tears burning in my eyes. With a muttered curse, he spun around to face me. I quickly scrambled off the bed, terrified of what might happen. I darted towards the bathroom, but his arm snagged around my waist, jerking me back against his hard, powerful frame.

“Let me go!” I screeched, panicking. My lungs cried for air. I beat against his arms, my heart knocking hard against my breastbone. “Let me go!”

“Inessa!” he roared, swinging me around to face him. He gripped my face in his hands, his touch gentle. “Breathe,” he ordered, lowering his voice, his dark eyes locked on mine. He brushed his thumbs over my damp cheeks. “Just breathe, baby.”

I sucked in large, gulping breaths of air, my body trembling. He dragged me close to him, cradling the back of my head as I broke down into sobs. “Easy now. I won’t ever hurt you, Inessa.”

“I know,” I croaked, and I wasn’t lying. I knew it in my gut that Jaxon would never hurt me. But old habits died really fucking hard.

He tilted my head back, looking down at me. His eyebrows were pulled tightly together, anger and concern lingering in the depths of his eyes. “Who the fuck hurt you?” he demanded to know.

I swallowed thickly, choosing silence as my answer. If my family ever found out I breathed a word of how they raised me, there would be hell for me to pay. And I wasn’t keen on finding out what they would do to me.

With a sigh, Jaxon gripped my chin and brought my lips up to his. Our kiss started slow and sweet—tender. But when I moaned, he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine. I whimpered, clutching at him all while somehow managing to shove his jacket off his shoulders at the same time.

A hot, burning need was rushing through me. I wanted this man to take me again, to fuck me again. I belonged to him now. I was his property, and for once, I wanted a man to treat me as such.

Because I knew Jaxon would never hurt me. Even when I’d been panicking and running, he had been concerned with what was wrong with me.

He led me back towards the bed. His lips moved across my jaw and down my neck, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup my breast. I whimpered, thrusting my chest further up, seeking out more of his touch.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he rasped.

He kissed me again as he squeezed my breast. Pain shot through me, turning me on even more. I wiggled, wanting more, but instead of giving me what I wanted, he yanked my shirt over my head before tossing aside my bra. His lips descended to my nipple, and he sucked hard at one, biting it gently as his hand pinched and rolled the other one.

I moaned his name, spreading my thighs, trying to get some kind of friction. I needed him to touch me. I needed more.

“Eager, aren’t you?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please. I need—” I didn’t even care how desperate I was sounding. I just needed him inside me. I needed him to fill me up. I wanted the pressure of his body on top of mine as he fucked me and took from me whatever he wanted.

He unfastened my jeans and yanked them down my legs with my panties. Then, he ducked his face between my thighs. I screamed, coming undone the moment he flicked his tongue over my clit. He growled his approval and continued to tongue fuck me, sucking hard at my clit, alternating back and forth, using his fingers in the place he had just vacated with his tongue.

He dragged three more orgasms out of me before he rose over me, two sets of handcuffs in his grasp. I didn’t know when he’d grabbed them, but the sight of them had me both excited and terrified at the same time.

It must have shown in my eyes because he gripped my chin, dragging my eyes back to his. “Do you trust me?” he asked me.

I nodded. “I do,” I whispered.