Page 55 of Don't Lie to Me

I shook my head, determined to fight the intense attraction. “I’m not your sex toy when you’re pissed off at the world, Jack. Let me go.”

He didn’t relent. His nose tickled the soft skin on my jaw, down my neck to my collarbone, where he licked it softly. I moaned, but my head still tried to fight against what my body clearly wanted. He laughed softly.

“You know you want this. Let me give you this.”

My entire body involuntarily trembled. He had me and he knew it. And even as I leaned into his kiss, to his hand that was warm, but still didn’t feel quite right against my skin in that moment, I knew it was going to be a big mistake.

In what felt like a mere second, Jack had me picked up and was putting me back down at the back of his couch. He turned me away from him and placed my hands on the back of his couch.

He pulled my pants down and I stepped out of them. “Let your juices fall, Emma. Show me how much you fucking want me.”

I shivered at his words. I couldn’t deny it turned me on, but there was still something about Jack that was off. He wasn’t talking to me, or acting like he actually gave a crap about me and I felt too exposed with my bare ass pointing up in the air for him to see.

I heard his zipper go down and resisted the urge to tighten up again when his large, firm hands grabbed my hips. Without another warning, he thrust roughly into me.

I cried out from the harshness, but Jack made no move to apologize. My knuckles turned white as I grabbed onto the back of the couch. My feet rose up onto my toes with every thrust into me. He pushed so hard into me that I knew it would leave bruises, on the inside, and on my hips where he held me tightly.

“Jack!” I shouted. It hurt, and it felt so damn good at the same time. I wanted to be pissed, but the more he rocked into me, playing with my clit with his fingers, my body submitted while my brain was still three steps behind, still trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

“Come for me,” he demanded into my ears. He laid his entire chest over me and removed his hands from my body, placing them over my hands. I couldn’t move an inch to get him off of me. All I could do was take it.

I came, screaming in bliss and frustration, but if Jack noticed he didn’t care.

He pounded away, moaning, his chest sweating all over my back. He didn’t care about the tears that started to fall from my eyes and dripped onto his arms and hands. Wherever he was, he wasn’t with me. It scared me. Not because he hurt me, but because this wasn’t my Jack. Jack was powerful and bossy in bed, but he wasn’t this big of a prick, ever.

I wanted him to tell me what was wrong, not maul me to relieve stress and his anger.

Jack leaned off me, still pounding into me fiercely, and groaning in pleasure. He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled me up a little bit, his other hand moving towards the front of me. He rubbed my clit fiercely with his free hand and my body responded again.

I felt another orgasm stir as Jack moved his hips in a circle.

“That’s it baby,” he murmured into my ear.

He sounded evil, and I hated it. I hit another orgasm, and Jack thrust one more time into me, he moaned his released and dropped us against the back of the couch.

He didn’t even give me time to come down from the most anger-filled orgasm I ever had before he pulled out and zipped up his pants. With my legs still shaking, I embarrassingly, bent down and pulled up my pants, noticing he had destroyed my thong underwear in his haste to remove them.

I glowered at them in disgust before I stood up.

Jack was staring at me; his eyes void of every emotion. God, I wished I had the ability, but I didn’t.

I had never felt so furiously angry with anyone in my entire life. In that moment, I think I hated Jack more than I hated Senator Whitmore. He didn’t even blink as I wiped away the tears running down my cheeks. He put his hands in his pockets and just looked at me, expressionless.

Why? I didn’t do anything to him, and if he was busy with Brian, I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Why did I even fucking care?

He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it.

“What?” I asked, my voice shaky.

We stared at each other for who knows how long and Jack’s expressionless face changed to sadness, just for a second before he closed off his emotions again. His hand ran roughly down the front of his face as if he was trying to wipe them away.

When he spoke again, he shattered me.

“You’re fired, Emma. Effective immediately.”

Before I knew what I was doing, the palm of my hand connected with Jack’s cheekbone. His head snapped to the left making a cracking sound and my palm instantly burned.

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