Page 24 of Midnight Torment

He cautiously reached out his hand and tucked my unruly curls behind my right ear. “I’m not planning on walking away, Megan. Right now, I’m moving heaven and earth to keep you safe. I told you this was forever this time.”

Mutiny still bubbled deep in my chest, the memories of three years ago demons in my head. All my insecurities crept to the surface.

Jordan’s hands spanned my face to tip my head back, his thumbs gently massaging my throat. “I’m not going anywhere, Megan. If you try to walk out that door, I’ll show you what possession in a relationship means.”

My gaze slowly moved to the door and the little devil on my right shoulder rubbed her hands together. For three long days all I had craved was his touch, yet all I got was Jordan when he thought I was asleep. The day of the attack he brought me home and held me so tight that he kept all the pieces from crumbling.

Then nothing.

I sidestepped him and made my way toward the door. Maybe I wanted to know what his possession felt like. Perhaps I craved his touch that gagged all the demons in my head.

I got halfway across the room when I heard his muttered curse. My lips curved in a smile when my suitcase crashed into the wall. His arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me into the air while I pretended to struggle.

I’d wanted a reaction earlier and here it was.

My panties melted from the moisture leaking from me.

“You just had to fucking push me, didn’t you?” Jordan grated out.

Yes, yes, I did. I squirmed and kicked because I needed him to show how much he wanted me to stay.

He stalked across the room to deposit me on the bed. I tried to crawl away toward the array of panties strewed over my side of the bed and the floor. Jordan’s hands grabbed my ass to tug me back.

“Ah, ah, ah, Megan. I think maybe it’s time for me to show you how to behave.” I stilled at the tone in his voice, my pussy starting to chew on my panties to try and get to Jordan. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

My lips pursed together to prevent the moan from emerging.

He grasped my yoga pants and tugged them down in one firm yank. His finger traced the seam between my ass cheeks, ending at the traitorous moisture between my legs. His hand crashed into my ass and my back arched.

I’d tempted the devil and now he was going to claim me…

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Chapter Nine

Megan

My ass burned from the flush of my spanking, my thighs quivering as I tried to stabilise myself. The last time I felt this delicious sensation had been in our private area in the Twilight Rooms.

Jordan reached over me, the fabric from his jeans chaffing against my sensitive ass. “You’ve been playing with fire, little butterfly.”

I shivered at the words spoken against my ear.

I had been so busy being independent that I forgot the beauty of submission.

He was the only man I had ever knelt for, the only man who had been allowed to mark my skin. I had never allowed anyone else this fully into my emotions and body.

Jordan sat back and my T-shirt ripped up my back, falling forward onto the bed. A sigh escaped from my mouth because I felt safe in his touch. I had only ever felt safe with Jordan.

“On your back, hands on the rail above your head,” Jordan said, his voice holding a command.

I automatically turned and my top slithered down my arms and around my waist. My yoga leggings were still around my ankles. I was exposed, his height opposing over me. I slowly brought my gaze up to meet the storm in his eyes. There was peace in his chaos, the calm in the middle of the hurricane currently surrounding us.

“Hands,” he repeated.

He watched with his arms folded over his wide chest as I pushed my leggings fully off and removed the remnants of my top. My ass still stung as I crawled up the bed and settled myself in the middle, my arms clutching the bedpost above me. Returning to the role I played in the Twilight Rooms, I deliberately opened my legs to expose myself fully.

Jordan wandered over to the walk-in wardrobe and returned with one of his silk ties to bind my hands to the frame. His finger traced from my lips, over my chin, and between my legs. “You were never more mine than when you handed yourself over to me.”

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