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“Wait—”
His hand wraps around my throat, cutting me off, and my back automatically arches for him.
I place my palms against the mirrored wall, my fingers slicing against the cracks.
“I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough of you, Blair,” he rasps against the back of my neck. “For once in my life, I may need more than just one night.”
My chest swells at his admission but I’m almost scared to acknowledge it. It doesn’t seem like something Jackson would ever admit out loud, and I don’t know if my pride could take it if he took it back. I need more. I don’t want this to be it.
“Jackson, wait—” I try again.
His free hand glides down my back and rests on the curve of my ass. His palm cracks against my skin, slapping my right cheek hard.
“Fuck, this is all mine,” he growls.
He slaps my ass again, making me jolt forward into the mirror. I can feel the glass digging into me with every movement I make.
“Stop,” I beg, swallowing hard. “I can’t.”
I don’t have to see his eyes to know they are dark and hungry, desire dancing in them.
Without so much as a warning he thrusts inside me, positioning my hips so I can take him completely.
I gasp at the fullness, my head leaning back in ecstasy as he buries himself inside me.
He pulls out and drives back in with no holding back, slamming me into the mirrors with each pump. I can’t control my moans; they come out loud and wild.
The hand around my throat tightens and tiny lights swirl across my vision.
“That’s right, you fucking whore. You take it so—” he groans in between thrusts. “—well.”
My fingers slide over a loose shard on the wall, and when my hand wraps around it, it pulls away with ease. My grasp tightens over the shard, the pain from the sharp edges feeling odd but good as it digs into my skin.
I can feel every ridge of his length as it slams into the walls of my pussy, my clit thrumming with hunger.
I don’t realize what I’ve done until I hear Jackson growl my name.
“Blair.”
I can faintly make out our reflection in the hazy mirror, and what I see doesn’t seem real.
The glass shard is pressed to his throat, red liquid beaded around where the tip meets his skin. He’s slamming into me, not giving a fuck that his life is quite literally in my hands.
Fuck, this is so wrong.
“Do it,” he murmurs.
I press the tip down harder against him, reveling when his eyes squeeze shut.
I can barely hear anything around me anymore, rolling waves of heat crashing over me with such intensity I can barely stand.
Jackson groans again as I tighten around him, my climax building fast.
“Come for me, my beautiful little freak.”
He thrusts in again, so deep that I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything come so close to piercing my core.
Wetness spills out of me as the orgasm tears through my body.
