Page 47 of Die For Me

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After mine and Michael’s shower, I found Jack working and sulking in the room that he had claimed as his. He watched as I untied my robe and dropped it to the floor. I had come so many times already, but I needed Jack inside of me. I longed for his touch, for the look he gave me as he pounded me senseless.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked from his bed, setting his laptop aside.

I nodded and smiled, slowly walking toward him. His eyes were wide as he stared me up and down, eagerly unzipping his jeans and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. I straddled him, his hard cock underneath me and his boxer briefs the only thing between us. I began to move my hips and run my hands through his hair, unable to take my eyes off him. I stared at his pouty lips and pressed mine against them, gently biting down. He moaned as he ran his hands around my ass, helping me move my hips.

He parted our lips. “Hana,” he breathed out in his deep, sexy voice.

“Jack,” I moaned.

“I love you so fucking much. I need you.” He quickly pulled his boxer briefs down and shoved himself inside me, the slickness easily guiding his thrusts.

“I love you, Jack,” I cried out. “I need to come all over your cock.” My eyes fluttered shut as I let my head hang backward.

Jack chuckled before he put his finger to my mouth. Instinctively, I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck. He quickly released his finger and lowered his hand to my ass, sticking his finger inside and driving it in and out. The movement of Jack’s cock pumping in and out of me with the added pleasure of his finger inside my ass instantly made my pussy pulse with pleasure, my orgasms coming one after the other.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I gasped. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”

I knew praising him would send him over the edge—with Michael now in the picture, he needed perpetual reassurance.

“Fuck, Hana.” He grunted as he came inside me, our bodies sweaty and clinging to each other.

We caught our breath as he slowed his hips, never once parting his eyes from mine.

“You are my life, sweetheart. I will never get enough of you.” He gently caressed his fingertips across my lips. “Please sleep with me tonight. Just me,” he begged, his lustful eyes turning desperate in a panicked plea.

Fuck. My sweet Jack.He was showing his vulnerable, gentle side constantly now. I think his self-doubt had doubled now that Michael was in our lives.

With him still inside of me, I nodded and took his face with my hands.

“Okay, baby. I will.” I nodded, my tone almost sympathetic.

He began to move his hips again, and I could feel him get harder inside of me. He grinned deviously and threw me onto my back, never once parting from me as he hovered over me.

“Since I have you all night, I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” he teased, his sultry, low voice sending a tingle throughout my body.

I nodded, my breath quickening as he took my arms with his hands and held them down onto the bed.

“My sweet, dirty, slutty wife.” He grinned. “Time to fuck you like the whore you are.”

Jack

I was starting to lose it. I could feel the desperation butting its head in again, the urge to steal Hana away and make her all mine once more so overwhelming. How was I going to do this without her hurting herself? That was what was tearing me apart. I needed her to be all mine, but she wouldn’t allow it anymore. And there was no way I couldn’tnothave her. I needed to get Michael out of the picture for good. I needed him to do something so terrible, so unimaginable, that she would never forgive him.

My trusty sister, Jessica, was good at investigating. She was my own personal Sherlock Holmes. I knew she would be able to dig into Michael’s past and find something I could use against him. I called her that night while Hana slept in her room. Of course, she demanded that both Michael and I sleep with her, but I just couldn’t get my eyes to stay closed. It was getting harder and harder to be in the same room as him.

“Brother,” Jessica answered, sounding surprised.

“Jess. I need you to do some investigating,” I whispered as I stood in “my” room, the guest room that held my suitcase.

“It’s so nice to hear from you too, my sweet brother. Oh, I’m so glad you’re asking how I’ve been doing and telling me how much you miss me!” Jessica retorted, sarcasm dripping in her tone.

I sighed. “I don’t have time for that, Jess. This is urgent.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Is Hana okay?” Jess perked up; she loved Hana and they had miraculously gotten close during the last several weeks.

“Yes. I can’t explain, though. I need you to find out some shit about Michael. I don’t care what it is, just find out everything you can. I want to tear him apart,” I hissed, my anger already boiling over.

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