Page 71 of Die For Me

Jack quickly pulled out of me then lifted me up, turned me around, and bent me over the counter. He pulled my hair with one hand as he entered me then put his other hand to my clit, rubbing furiously. My release continued to build as I pushed my hips against him. My hands slid across the top of the counter as I tried to push back into him further.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine. Scream my name,” Jack ordered, pumping even harder now.

“Jack. I’m yours, baby. Fuck, Jack!” I moaned with pleasure from my orgasm, my pussy clenching against him, needing more.

Jack didn’t slow his fingers on my clit, forcing another orgasm, and I screamed again as I rode his fingers and cock.

“Baby. I need you to come inside of me. I need all of you inside me,” I moaned, desperate for the feeling of his warmth inside of me.

“Oh, fuck yes, Hana,” he grunted. He moaned loudly, and his warm cum started leaking down my thighs as he slowed his thrusts.

“Jack,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face again.

All I could see, now that my mind returned to its racing thoughts, was Michael’s angry glare and Jackie’s scars. I needed Jack and I to get away, to run from this mess I created.

“Sweetheart.” Jack pulled out of me and turned me around, a look of concern washing over his face as he noticed my tears.

“We need to leave. We need to get out of here. I can’t see Michael again. He will look for us and I can’t lose you,” I cried, sheer panic arising in my chest.

Jack took my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Hana. There is no reason to be afraid. I will protect you, my love,” he assured me confidently.

I shook my head quickly. “No, no. We know what he’s capable of. He will hurt us. Please, we need to get out of here,” I cried, holding onto Jack’s shoulders.

Jack’s eyes went dark. My scary Jack was emerging, and for once, it was a good thing.

“We’re not hiding, love. We need to confront him; we need to tell him you’re done with him,” he growled, and I could tell he took pleasure in saying those words aloud.

I knew he was right. I needed to tell Michael face to face.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I was nauseous with fear—I was positive it was Michael. I blocked him on my phone so he couldn’t contact me or track me.

Jack quickly stormed into our room, and I instinctively followed. I watched as he opened the safe and pulled out his gun.

“I thought it was at Michael’s.” I shook my head, trembling as I watched Jack put it into the waistband of his jeans.

“I got another. Just in case,” he explained then stormed back out into the living room.

I followed as Jack went to the front door and looked out the peephole. He looked back at me with confusion as I stood behind him.

“It’s Jackie,” he whispered, eyeing me for approval to answer it.

She must be in trouble.Maybe she was fleeing from Michael. I didn’t even question that she knew where we lived. “Open it,” I whispered back.

Jack flung the door open, and there was Jackie, her arms crossed and her face covered with fear. And then it all happened so quickly that I couldn’t even blink or comprehend what was happening before me. Michael appeared, slammed his fist into Jack’s face, and then Jack fell onto the floor, unconscious.

“Jack!” I cried, quickly leaning down to him.

Michael’s hand pressed against my mouth, but it wasn’t just his hand—there was something in it that made my head spin. Then, as a recurring theme in my life, everything went black.

Hana

I woke up with my wrists and legs bound, lying in fetal position on something soft. A bed? I couldn’t open my eyes yet. I knew I was naked when something above me caused a chill over my bare skin. My head pounded with a furious headache, and my mouth felt like a cotton ball. I suddenly felt a hand on my head, softly stroking my forehead and hair. I knew by the smell of his cologne who it was. I suddenly remembered what had happened: Michael knocked Jack out. Now I was sure he had taken me again.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” Michael whispered, his fingers softly stroking my cheek.

My eyes finally fluttered open; we were somewhere dark, and I could hardly see Michael at first.

My eyes finally focused on him. There he was, a faint smile on his lips as he observed my face. I looked around as my eyes adjusted more to the darkness. It looked like we were in a furnished basement of a house, but I had no idea where.

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