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A whimper tears out of her as she nuzzles her nose into my jacket. “Alicia…” “She’s not here, but I am. I’ll always be here, wild one.”
I should look away, I don’t. I’m glued to the unapologetic masculine beauty that is Jonathan King.
Jonathan smiles, and the motion reaches his dark, stormy eyes, lightening them a bit. Woah. I didn’t know he could smile, let alone do it so lethally.
“The only reason you haven’t been owned before is because I hadn’t come along yet.”
Jonathan grabs a small piece of bread and places it at my mouth. “Now, eat.” I wrap my lips around it, but when they brush against his finger, a jolt of electricity blooms between us. Our gazes bind and it’s like they can’t get unlocked. Jonathan’s dark grey eyes almost turn black as I keep my lips on his finger for a second too long.
I never thought I’d need Jonathan to stand up for me until I saw it myself. Not that it forgives anything he’s done — and continues to do — but the fact that he won’t allow anyone, even his own son, to speak to me that way means something. I don’t know what it is. But it does.
I don’t want to witness the two people Alicia loved more than the world itself go at each other’s throats. It’s almost like a fight between a king and the rebel crown prince.
“You’re mine, so act like it, mean it, fucking breathe it if you have to. You do not get to defy me in public again. Do you understand?”
I have no idea why I’m so addicted to this side of Jonathan. Perhaps it’s because this is one of the rarest times he shows what’s actually inside him; I want to be the only one who gets to witness the great Jonathan King at his most raw, truest form.
He’s turned me into a mess who can’t get enough. He was right the other day. I’ve become a glutton for his punishment and rough handling. I’ve become attuned to him on a scary level.
He whispers in a voice filled with raw possessiveness, “My name is the only name you’re allowed to moan. The only name you’re allowed to think about or even dream of.”
The problem with Aurora is that I can’t tell what she’ll do next, and because of that, I can’t exactly plot something for her. And if I do, she thwarts it. Which is both fascinating yet infuriating.
It’s the first time in my life that I want to keep something instead of destroying it to pieces. The first time that I’ve looked forward to going home instead of spending all-nighters at the office.
The defiance in that woman makes me both insane and keeps me driven.
The storm in her eyes gains an electric spark, almost as if she’s slipping from one state of mind to another. It’s fascinating how much the colour of her eyes can hint at her state of being so accurately.
I stroke her hair behind her ear and she moans softly, leaning into my touch like a kitten. If only she was this compliant when awake, too.
Something that happens with no prior planning, but in this second, I decide something I’ve never thought about in my life. Aurora or Clarissa or whatever name she goes with is now fucking mine. Literally. Figuratively. In every sense of the word.
The subtle way Jonathan shows possessiveness always brings me a sense of power.
I just know there’s more to Jonathan than he projects to the world. His page isn’t half-written or blank. It’s simply encrypted, and no one has dared to crack the code due to the wires surrounding it.
I rest my head on his chest, using it as a pillow. His heartbeat is strong and steady like the rest of him. I fit in the crook of his body so perfectly, it’s as if this is where I was always supposed to be.
His veiny hands are still on his belt and it takes everything in me not to ogle them. I think I have a stupid obsession with his masculine hands and fingers — or how much pleasure they bring me.
He closes his eyes and I think he’s drifted off to sleep, but then he says, “You’re the first person who’s shared my bed.”
“Do you also wear red lipstick when you come here?” “Most of the time.” Never. I only started to wear it regularly since I noticed Jonathan’s interest — or rather, obsession — with it.
He’s jealous. Ha. Jonathan King is jealous. That’s not something I thought I would ever witness in this lifetime.
“So beautiful,” I breathe out, throwing my head back to enjoy the view. “Indeed.” My gaze slides back to Jonathan to find his entire attention on me, not the sky. Me. My cheeks heat as if I’m a teenager with a crush. Jeez.
Jonathan’s hand wraps around my nape and he claims my lips. The softness of my curves moulds to the hard ridges of his body as his mouth takes complete control of mine. His kiss is dominant and intense, like the rest of him. I’m a rag doll in his hold, my breathing and sanity stolen by his skin, his touch, and sheer power. By the way his body becomes one with my own and the firm hold of his strong hand around my nape.
I’m a goner. A complete and utter goner. He angles my head back and ravishes me with growing intensity and need. Almost like he can’t stop. Almost like he’ll continue kissing me for eternity.
Her lips part and a soft moan spills free as she leans into my touch. Fuck me. This woman has the ability to drive me fucking insane, even when she’s sleeping.
Aurora has come into my life like a wrecking ball, and there’s no way to stop the change she’s bringing on.
Her eyes widen to that fucking blue. The blue that I want to confiscate and turn into my tailor-made brand.
Truth is, I love kissing Aurora. She comes undone when my lips ravage hers. She melts against me and lets me do whatever I please. There’s something euphoric about owning a fireball like her and making her come to me as if that’s what she’s always needed. It’s one of those bizarre things that are only related to her. Kissing never mattered to me before to the point that I never did it. But with her, I can’t get enough of it. I don’t tell her that to keep her coming back to me for more.
I kick the car into gear and do as she said. As I did eleven years ago. I run. I disappear.
