Scars (Marked #2.5) Read Free

sobbed out. It was the truth. He was big, but not the best. That would always be Talan. If there was ever a man that could help me forget though, it would be Jaime. Fuck, even while I’m being pleasured, I think of him. His tall stature, broad shoulders—glorious dick. Talan was all I wanted. But tonight he’d made it clear that he didn’t want me.
    The rage inside me bloomed at the image of him cupping her—holding her to his body.
    The sting of Jaime’s hand landing on my ass brought me back to the present. Three times, in rapid succession, he raised his hand and brought it down with force. I moaned at the sensation and tightened around his length.
    “When I fuck you, your attention is mine,” he hissed and spanked me once more. A lone tear escaped my eyes. “Fuck him, Jan. Focus on me, baby. Only on what I do to you.”
    I nodded and turned my face over to look at him. If things had been different, Jaime would’ve been perfect for me. Strong, handsome, and dominating. Sweet when needed and more than once, he’d picked up the pieces of my destructive tendencies. He knew how in love I was with Talan, yet he’d never reproached me. Never turned his back on me when I would call crying.
    Why couldn’t I love him?
    Reaching up, I kissed his lips softly. “I’m sorry, baby.”
    He nodded and returned my kiss with fervor. His lips tasted of whiskey, his drink of choice. I knew that flavor, savored it on my tongue as I pushed back against him.
    “I’ll make you forget.”
    “Please,” I whimpered against his lips.
    “Focus on me, beautiful.” Jaime pulled away then, and with his hand tightly wrapped around my long locks, he turned my head to face forward and down. His fingers released, and then tightened in my hair while he pulled out slowly. I felt every inch of him. With his cock out, just the tip against my pussy lips, he spoke. “Tell me what you want, Janice.”
    A humorless laugh escaped me. “Can’t have what I want.”
    “You could, if you saw past your infatuation with him ,” Jaime sneered. He let go of my hair and unwound the sash from around my arms. I was surprised by his actions, especially when he pulled me back against him.
    “Fuck you!” I hissed and tried to push him away, escape the cage he held me in. How dare he?
    “Calm your ass down, Jan, and hear me out.” Jaime’s hips surged forward, once again burying himself to the hilt. My hands shot out to brace myself against the hood of his car. “It’s the truth, and you know it.” Chest to metal; that’s how he took what I gave. Buried deep inside me, I felt him twitch, his breathing heavy against the nape of my neck. “Let me help you.”
    He punished me with slow yet purposeful thrusts of his hips. Not enough to get me off, but enough to bloom the flames that engulfed me within. With each slam of his hips, he told me he was here for me, that I didn’t have to be alone.
    “Why the fuck do you care, Jaime? You don’t want me either.” His fingers snaked around my waist, dipped down over my clit and pressed down. The ripple of pleasure that took a hold of me couldn’t be stopped.
    “Bullshit. I’ve always wanted more. You on the other hand, don’t see past Talan. This,” he hissed against my skin, “is the only way you let me have you.”
    “I—”
    “Shhh, I don’t want you to apologize.” His fingers played me, made me writhe beneath him. “You can’t control who you love any more than I can. We aren’t meant to be, Janice. I hate it, but understand. I’ll be dammed if I continue to watch you self-destruct.”
    “Thank you,” I moaned out and raised a hand up to reach for him. My fingers embedded themselves into his hair as his hips began to punish me. It was hard, fast… fucking brutal.
    Just what I needed, and within seconds of his fingers running tight circles against my clit, I came.
    “Motherfucker!” My screams were loud; I didn’t give a fuck who heard me. After today’s emotional rollercoaster,