“These tits—fuck these tits,” he mutters. “These. Are. Mine,” he says.

Looking down to where we are joined Jaden pulls himself out enough that only the head of his cock is still in me. “Look at that, fuck!” Pinching my nipples harder, he demands, “Goddammit, Skye, look at that shit!”

Raising myself back onto my elbows, I look down and see the swirls of creamy whiteness that coat his shaft and piercings and the sight has my core clenching. Jaden’s thrusting becomes harder when he feels my insides grabbing him.

“Can’t pretend that, sweetheart!”

“Shut up!” I yell at him. Jesus, why can’t he just fuck me? This doesn’t have to be social hour.

His answering laugh pisses me off even more.

The man is completely controlling my body.

He’s completely claiming me.

Yet, he mocks me.

When he crushes his mouth against mine, my anger gets the better of me, and I bite his lip, I bite it hard.

“Goddammit, Skye!”

His rough hands grab onto my ass, and Jaden begins lifting me each time he slams home.

“No more pretending,” he pants, “this pussy is mine, too.” With his eyes on mine, his jaw clenching tightly, he demands, “say it. Tell me it’s mine.”

His voice no longer sounds like his own, and the muscles in his jaw continue to twitch as he waits for me to the say the words he wants so badly. I refuse. The crack of his hand on my ass is no surprise. I expect it from him, but it still effects me more than I’d care to admit…to him at least.

“Tell. Me. Now.” Echoes from each smack paired with each word rings through the garage.

“Fuck you!” I yell at him as I try to strive closer to climaxing.

“Fucking tell me this pussy’s mine, woman!” he hollers.

When his fingertips start playing with my clit, I feel my eyes roll back in my head and I whisper, “fff-fuck you.” I feel his piercings with each fast withdrawal and even faster re-entry. That’s when it hits me. “Fuck!” It takes all I have to speak. “Con-con-oh god!” I gasp. “Condom!”

When my hand slams down on the hood, I hear the clank of my thumb ring hit. Jaden’s taking me with such force, he grunts with each thrust.

“Condom, Jaden!” I yell at him.

“Too late! I can’t…I can’t—“ And, I watch as his face contorts, the vein in his neck pulses angrily and he pushes into my body as deep as he can get. He comes so hard that the force and the heat from his come has me craving my orgasm with a hunger I’ve never felt before. “Can’t stop,” he says against my neck as his body twitches on mine from the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m done pretending with you, Skye.” I feel him take a deep breath against my skin. My flesh cools but then heats within seconds. “I fucking wish you’d stop pretending with me now,” he whispers.

Looking at me, he pulls out of my body and not so gently lifts me from the hood of his car. Grabbing his shirt that was beneath me he cleans himself off before handing it to me to do the same. My nerves buzz to life when I see his come mixed with my juices running down my thighs.

“I’m clean, Skye.” Jaden says as he hands me my jeans and underwear. I nod—it’s all I can do then. When my bra lands on the hood, I look up just in time to see his retreating back as he goes in the house leaving me to dress alone. Alone. And, it was the most alone I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

Suddenly, I feel sick.

Chapter Fourteen

**Jaden**

It’s been three days since I fucked Skye on the hood of my goddamn car in my own garage. I shake my head just thinking about it. I’d planned to take her home, to my bed. I’m not even sure why, but I wanted to have her in my home, my domain. I’d taken her against the desk in my office at the gym already and it just felt like I needed her here too. Well, I’d definitely gotten her. I’d fucked her like some goddamn animal and came prematurely like some wet behind the years fucking teenager too. Not my finest moment¸ but I really didn’t give a shit at the time either. The woman pissed me off like no one ever had.

This…what’s the word I’m looking for? I don’t know…This thing, I guess, between us started out as a one-time quickie, or so that’s what I thought it’d be. I was wrong. Once wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. I want her and I’m done fighting this battle with myself by saying she’s all wrong for me or I don’t do anything longer than a fuck or two.

Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t want anything more than sex. No, once bitten twice shy on the monogamous relationship shit. I’m quite happy with my fuck ‘em and forget ‘em way of life. It works for me—rather it did work for me until Skye. I still don’t know what the fuck it is about her.

Okay, so maybe I like the way she looks at me one second like she wants me dead, but soon enough she’s begging me to fuck her. I’ve never been with a woman so inhibited. Most chicks wanna make you believe that they’re open to anything in bed but when the time comes it’s a whole different story. Plus, there’s no faking it with her. She isn’t going to act like I’m some sex God and then go home and masturbate just so she climaxes. The other day in the garage, she didn’t come—I was being a bastard and I knew she hadn’t come and honestly, I didn’t want her to. I wanted her achy and uncomfortable, and fucking A I wanted her needing me.

For some damn reason, I needed those words from her. I wanted those full ass lips saying she was mine—I mean, that her pussy was mine. But did she? Fuck no. She refused over and over and basically told me off as my dick was buried deep inside of her. It pissed me off. She pissed me off. I’ve heard her orgasm on the phone and I’ve felt her orgasm when I was clenched inside those tight ass pussy walls of hers, and I didn’t want her coming. Yeah, I was bitter. Truth is I’m not used to not getting what I want and I wanted her complete submission and I wanted her admission that I owned her. Fine, there it is…I want to completely own her. Not as in his and hers towels and shit but only in bed or on a desk or on the hood of my goddamn car.

Yeah, my car there’s another reminder I see every fucking day. There’s a nice little inch long or so scratch from where her ring scraped along the paint. And, the killer part? I’m not even pissed. No, I get hard every time I look at the scratch like some fuckin’ perv. It’s a Mercedes for chrissake. Thing is? I’d fuck her thirty times over and let her scratch my hood every time if she’d let me.

Skye is basically haunting me. She’s put her mark on my car, I replay the other day each time I pull in or outta my garage. I swear I can still smell her in my office. She’s invading my thoughts. Yesterday, I was spotting for a client while bench pressing and I asked him if he wanted a lift off and then I completely spaced. Only when Todd said my weight a couple of times did I realize my hands were gripped on the bar. I don’t fucking hold ever, I follow.

It’s just so confusing. We make no sense, but when I’m inside her? I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be. Nothing else makes sense but me and her and that moment. I’m starting—who am I kidding? I’m way past starting to need to see her. And no, I don’t like it one fucking bit.

Once again, she is ignoring my calls and text messages. Although, this time I can’t really blame her. I was pissed, okay. Damn straight I know it was shitty of me to leave her body on fire and not give her the orgasm I know—oh I fucking know I could’ve. Why the woman has to be so damn stubborn is beyond me. I’ve caved into the fact that I want her. Why can’t she admit she feels the same toward me? Trust this, when she’s meeting me thrust for thrust? That pussy’s mine. Skye’s mine. And she’d do best to say it when I tell her to.