Page 70 of Die For Me

She was sobbing. I was immediately irate at whatever it was that made her cry like that.

“Hana? What’s wrong?”

“Jack,” she finally let out between sobs. “It’s fucking true. You knew it, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me you saw proof?”

I could barely understand her. “What, sweetheart? What do you mean?” I prodded. It was about Michael, I already knew that. But how did she know?

“Jackie showed me. She’s Billie’s fucking roommate. They’re both fucking crazy,” she cried. “I can’t go back there. I can’t look at him again.”

Jackie was Billie’s roommate?What the fuck?This Jackie was sneakier than I thought.

“I know, sweetheart. I was waiting for the right time to tell you. It’s despicable, isn’t it? Come home, where are you?”

“I’m in a cab. I’ll be home in five.” She was finally calming down.

“Okay, love. I can stay on the phone with you if you’d like,” I offered.

“No, I just…I need to process this. I’ll see you soon.” She hung up.

I smiled to myself. She didn’t want to look at him again? It fucking worked. I had won.

Hana

It felt like my life and everything I knew were crumbling beneath me. MyperfectMichael was just one big act; in reality, he was a fucking monster. How could he do such a thing? The way Jackie described every detail with tears streaming down her face made me want to die. I had seen a glimpse of this Michael, but he explained it away by pleading temporary “madness.” How could he explain doing this to Jackie well before we were ever together? He lied to me abouteverything.He pretended to be some victim of a crazy girl who was obsessed with him. How in the fuck would I ever believe a word he said to me now? Did he ever actually love me, or did he just want someone to control? Would it have gotten to that point? If I didn’t obey him, would he have become this deranged psychopath who would want to “ruin” my body too?

I knew for a fact Jack was nowhere near perfect. He acted on impulse, he had anger issues, he was volatile and impatient and stubborn. But he always knew when he was wrong. He didn’t pretend to be a saint. He was completely himself, and I loved him for everything he was. What the fuck did I love about Michael? I didn’t even know him anymore. I loved that he took care of me, or was that him subtly trying to control me? I loved that he was so confident, or was that just grandiosity? I loved that he showered me with gifts and worshiped my body, or was that just a ploy for me to behave? He could so easily control mewith how much I desired him. What if we only had lust? What if this was never love after all? Did he even know how to love?

I sobbed in the elevator all the way up to mine and Jack’s apartment. I opened the door and found Jack waiting for me in the hallway, immediately opening his arms and embracing me tightly. If he had never approached Jackie, I would have continued living with a psychopath. Jack was my knight in morally gray armor.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know this must be too much to bear,” he said softly as he continued to embrace me.

“You tried to tell me. I didn’t listen.” I sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, love. I just love you so much. I would do anything for you,” he responded, grazing his lip over my earlobe.

It had been too long since Jack and I had made love. I knew it when I started getting wet just hearing his low voice whisper into my ear. I needed him right then and there.

“Fuck me, Jack. Make me forget about all of this,” I pleaded, letting go of him and putting my hands to his stubbly face.

Jack licked his lower lip before grabbing my legs and pulling me up against him.

“I will fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name, love. How’s that?” he growled.

He didn’t wait for an answer; he fervently pressed his lips to mine as he backed me against the wall. My hands ran through his hair, my hips desperate for his hard cock that I felt between my thighs. He took me into the kitchen and set me onto the counter, throwing anything off that was in our way. Glass shattered on the hardwood floor as Jack lifted my dress off and immediately put his mouth to my nipple, teasing it with his tongue. I ran my hands through his hair as I closed my eyes, needing my mind blank and only the feeling of pleasure consuming my body.

“I love you, Hana,” Jack whispered as he trailed kisses from my breasts to my chest, then up to my neck, making me squirm with need.

“I love you, Jack. I love you,” I whispered back, pulling him closer with my legs.

“I will protect you, my love. You’re my wife and I will die for you if I need to,” he breathed, focusing on my neck as he took my breast in his hand.

Tears streamed down my face. “I know, Jack.” I pulled him close again, putting my lips to his shoulder. “Please. I need you.”

Jack quickly took his lips off me and pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs, pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, and quickly slammed himself inside of me. I screamed with relief as he thrust deep inside of me, his rhythm quick and feral.

“You’re mine, Hana. My wife,” he grunted, digging his nails hard into my hips.

“Always,” I moaned, my head falling back with pleasure.

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