Page 16 of Rayne

"I swear to God, Jett. You better let me go or else."

He smirks, holding me so tight that I'm sure bruises will form tomorrow on my pale skin. "It's just a little deal…"

"What?" I snap, frustrated, panic making me feel sick.

"Kiss me."

I stare at him wide-eyed, like he's insane. In all the ways, he is. But still, it's not what I was expecting.

I'm getting desperate. I need to leave the room—hell, I need to leave the club. One quick kiss and I could be free, away from them for good.

"That's it?" I ask wearily. "I just have to kiss you—once—and I can go?"

He nods, and I look at Hawk for his reaction. As usual, his face is blank and emotionless, watching the exchange closely.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Reluctantly, I nod once, barely moving my head.

"Fine. And then you let me go."

Jett's pressure around my body eases slightly. Not enough for me to move away, but enough for me to feel comfortable that he'll stick to his promise.

I lean forward, giving him the smallest peck on the lips. He doesn't have time to respond before I pull back, glaring at him with hatred.

"There."

"That's pathetic," he states. "Not a kiss by any definition."

"What the fuck do you want—"

His lips smash against mine, our heads colliding hard. I'm dazed for a second, pain shooting through my jaw, and when I finally realize he's kissing me, I tense up.

It's deep. His hand is now pressed against the back of my head, holding me as close as humanly possible while his lips caress over mine.

It's going on for way too long and I open my mouth, trying to speak, when he pushes his tongue inside. I fuss against him, verbally muttering muffled curse words into his mouth, but the tip of his tongue flicks against mine.

Taken by surprise, I still, holding onto my control. He feels good—the warmth of his body against mine, the softness of his tongue and lips. It's a lot to process, and for a moment, my resolve snaps.

I kiss him back, tongues rubbing together as he holds me in his claw-like grip, not letting me move an inch.

Once again, my body reacts on its own accord, relaxing against him as our hips rest on each other. Beneath me, I can feel his cock hardening, pushing in between my legs.

I'm struggling, trying to recite all the reasons that this is a bad idea.

No—not a bad idea. The worst fucking idea.

I nearly have a grip on myself again, my memories of torment giving me strength to end this weird turn of events. Suddenly, fingers dip into the water, sliding between our bodies. And then they are on me, pushing into my body once more.

Gasping into Jett's mouth, I'm overcome by pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy under the water.

My body aches for more, overpowering the small amount of rationality left. My sanity is fleeting and before I can stop myself, I'm begging into his mouth.

"Please don't stop."

Chapter 6

Jett suddenly hoists us both out of the water, one arm supporting me against his body, the other still pushing into it.

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