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  “Fucking take it all, Megan. Stretch for me, cry out for more.” His motions were hard, powerful. “Tell me you’re mine,” Jackson demanded, ordered.

  “I’m yours,” I cried out, the words spilling from me as if they were their own entity, wanting out. I wanted to scream those words over and over again, tell him that I’d be—do—whatever he wanted.

  Jackson kept slamming his cock in and out of me, and all I could do was hold onto him, digging my nails into his biceps, and just let him fuck me. I could only feel.

  He made this low, dangerous sound, and I felt him swell even thicker inside of me.

  “You’re fucking mine,” he said, and then I felt him come, felt him fill me up, bathe me in his seed. He was an animal and I was his conquest, his prize.

  He held me down, made me take it all, accept what he had to give me. And I was more than willing to give it to him. And when he gave one last grunt, one final, brutal thrust into my body, he exhaled and rested his body on mine. He was covered in sweat, the same as mine, but it felt good having him this close.

  Our breathing was rough, hard, and I felt my body start to shake, felt the aftereffects of what he’d done to me, of what I’d accepted.

  I’d given Jackson every part of me, gave him my virginity, my innocence. I was his now, and there was no going back. There was no turning back.

  But I didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to run away. I wanted to be his in every way imaginable, and I didn’t know if that made me fucked up or not.

  And when he pulled out of me I couldn’t breathe, the absence of his body on mine, in me, was this loss I didn’t want. He rolled off of me but immediately pulled me in close, his hand between my legs. He teased my now sensitive pussy opening, pushing his thick digit into me.

  “My cum belongs in you,” he said gruffly, pushing the seed that had started to slip from my body back inside, marking me. He pulled his finger out and brought the tip between my lips, forcing me to lick it clean. I tasted both of us, his saltiness and my sweet musk. I was drunk off of it.

  He removed his finger and smoothed the slick digit over my bottom lip.

  I sighed, feeling so tired, but exactly where I was supposed to be.

  Chapter 10

  Jackson

  “Can’t you give me a hint as to where we are going?” Megan asked again. She had been asking me relatively the same question since I had the maid help her pack a bag this morning. She looked up at me and there was no mistaking the sincere happiness on her face.

  It had been two days since I had claimed her virginity. Two very long days and nights—because I had yet to make love to her again. I had used my mouth on her during that time, but I’d somehow resisted taking her again. She needed time to heal and I’d tried my best to give her that time. I knew that our original agreement, at least the duration agreed on, was coming to an end. Yet, what she’d soon find out was that I couldn’t let her go.

  I would take her again—soon. I wasn’t accustomed to denying myself anything, especially if it belonged to me, and Megan definitely did. She was mine. In. Every. Way.

  “I told you it’s a surprise, Meggie.” I smiled. I’d never smiled before Megan, but since she moved in with me I found myself smiling more and more.

  “I like when you call me that,” she whispered and her cheeks bloomed with a deep pink color. “No one ever has before. It’s always Megan or Meg. Meggie feels special when you say it.” She gave her confession with her head down—clearly embarrassed—and yet she had the courage to tell me. I liked that. I liked it a lot.

  I was a jaded bastard. I admitted the fact freely. Yet having Megan sitting on my private jet, wearing a white silk pantsuit, her blonde hair brushed until it shone, and clamped at the back of her neck, she seemed every inch a woman of the world—confident and in control, but somehow she still managed to ooze innocence. The fact that she did all of this, despite no longer being a virgin, amazed me. She had a lightness about her, a clean, untouched beauty that was unique in my world. Unique and unheard of.

  “Everything about you is special, Meggie,” I told her, giving her complete honesty.

  “But I mean… special to you,” she answered softly, and her blush deepened. I was unable to look away, as her perfect white teeth bit into her bottom lip, worrying it. I wanted her teeth on me again—soon.

  “Come here, Meggie,” I ordered. My voice dropped down and I knew it betrayed my arousal. I watched as an almost imperceptible shiver moved through her body. She pushed herself up from the thick, beige arms of the custom-made reclining seat and came to stand in front of me.

  I grabbed her hip and pulled her down onto my lap, helping her to straddle me so that she sat facing me, with a knee against each of my thighs. I loved the way the pantsuit complemented her complexion. Yet, it was the white color that reminded me of her innocence that had me originally purchasing them. Right then, everything about the clothes annoyed me. I wanted her naked, with nothing hiding her body from my view.

  I moved my hand away from her hip and had wrapped it around the side of her neck before I even realized it. The warm, delicate curve of her throat felt soft against my palm. I felt her pulse quicken under my touch. It was a simple thing, but the truth inside that fact made my dick almost as hard as the way her soft ass felt pressed into my lap—almost.

  I excited her; she wanted me.

  “Why would you doubt that?” I asked, my thumb sliding back and forth against her skin as I waited for her answer. “After the last few days, how could you doubt it?”

  “I mean…” she whispered, and then her courage fled. Her gaze left my face after a fleeting glimpse and then she looked down at her hands. I watched as she clasped them together, fidgeting with them nervously. “You haven’t—we haven’t done that… again, not since that night and I thought maybe I… that you were disappointed.” She finished her ramblings with a deep breath and her face practically glowed.

  “Does this feel like I was disappointed? Does it feel like I’m not dying to have you again, Meggie?” I asked her. I leaned up to kiss along the side of her throat and let my beard graze against her skin. She jumped at first and then her body relaxed in my arms. She tipped her head back, her neck arching backwards, as she silently pled for more. I flexed my hips and even a naïve woman would have known what it meant when the hard ridge of my shaft pushed against her warm center. “My dick is dying to get back inside of you, little one. Even now cum is running down my shaft, weeping to feel the way you ride me. Trust me, I’ve thought of little else but sliding back inside that greedy little cunt of yours again.”

  Her fingers bit into my back, scoring the skin even through my shirt. Her body moved against me as she tried to ride me. Her hips were swaying as if she was in a saddle mounted on a stallion. Christ, she was so fucking perfect.

  “Then why haven’t we… haven’t you…?” she asked, lifting her face to mine. Her eyes were expressive, wide and filled with heat.

  “Claimed you again?” I questioned. My hand slid along the side of her body. I wanted to fuck her right then—to give her what both of us wanted.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. My fingers traveled under the jacket of her pantsuit, dived under the camisole, and continued to move up the tender skin on her stomach. Her intake of breath encouraged me to go further, and I didn’t stop until I cupped her breast. In that moment, I hated the silky material that separated me from her.

  “You needed time to heal. It was your first sexual experience, and I wasn’t delicate with you. It would have hurt you to take you again so soon.”

  “Will I be… healed soon, you think?” she asked, her breathing ragged and the nipple of her breast pushing into my hand.

  “Very soon,” I responded.

  My plan was to take her to my private island in Greece and lose myself inside of her. I’d rearranged my entire work schedule for a woman—something I would have never done before Megan. But then, she was no ordinary woman. I doubt she would understand the gravity
of my decision, or how hard it was to push business aside. For once in my life, something was more important than work. No, not something. Someone…

  Megan.

  “What if I said I didn’t care if it hurt me—as long as I had you loving me again?” she asked.

  In that moment I began to wonder which of us was really in control here.

  Chapter 11

  Megan

  I couldn’t breathe, let alone think. I felt so nervous around Jackson right now, like he was this wild animal and I was his last meal, a morsel to sate his starvation.

  “I’m going to make you see how much I want you, how much you mean to me.” He said the words low, filled with heat, passion, possession.

  He helped me off of him, and before I knew what he was doing he had me turned around and bent at the waist. My hands were outstretched, my palms resting on the smooth leather of the seat in front of me. I was stretched for him, the position making me feel exposed, despite the fact I was completely dressed.

  I looked over my shoulder, feeling my cheeks heat, knowing they were red. I was nervous, but anticipated this. And then he was reaching for the zipper at the back of my outfit, and slowly pulled it down. And when the silky material slid off my hips and pooled at my feet, I felt this chill move over me, despite the fact I was burning up.

  “So perfect,” Jackson said, almost seeming to murmur to himself. He had his hands on my ass, his palms so big, so masculine they covered the mounds.

  The panties I had on were just this simple scrap of fabric, the delicate string attached to some lacy material that covered my pussy but left my ass bared.

  I couldn’t breathe, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make me feel dizzy. Or maybe it was my arousal working overtime.

  Before I could contemplate what was about to happen, Jackson had my ass cheeks spread, the chilled air touching the sensitive part of me. Goose bumps popped out along my flesh, and I shivered.

  “Hush now,” he said, his mouth so close to me I felt the gentle current of his warm breath along my pussy folds and ass.

  He ran his tongue up my pussy, starting at my clit and dragging it all the way up until he was teasing the muscle along my pussy opening. I shivered again, but he didn’t eat me out anymore. Instead he helped me to stand, turned me around, and held onto my waist.

  “So fucking sweet.”

  He lifted my leg and placed my foot on the armrest, positioning me for his pleasure. The cool air once again caressed the exposed skin of my inner thigh. I was so wet I could feel my juices sliding against the lips of my pussy. I was ready for him and I couldn’t wait to be touched, teased, and tormented. I was close to begging him for it, but before I uttered a sound, he was back to licking at my pussy, dragging his tongue through my soaked lips, making me moan, beg for more.

  I lifted my arms, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and just let go. He had his hands on my ass, squeezing the mounds almost painfully as he devoured me, made me his slave to desire.

  With one more lick through my pussy he pulled away, his mouth glossy from my arousal, his breathing haggard.

  “I’m so fucking hard for you,” he said and reached down, rubbing his hand over the monstrous bulge displayed through his slacks. “Christ.”

  I was panting from how worked up he had me, and I could see just how feral he was right now. I was so naïve when it came to things like this, but I wanted to be bold, to express what I wanted in the most brutal way possible.

  Before I could be bold and wanton, Jackson was feasting on me once more. He had his thumbs on the lips of my pussy, pulling them apart, licking and sucking at them like he couldn’t get enough. It was like he was dying for me, like he was so turned on that it didn’t matter how high in the sky we were, or that his flight staff could walk through the door that separated us and see the filthy, good, depraved things he did to me.

  He ate me out until my legs started to shake, until I was on the verge of coming for him, just screaming out his name and begging him to shove his thick cock in me. He moved his mouth over my clit, sucking at the hard little bud, making me cry for more, needing it all.

  “You taste so damn good, so sweet, so… mine.”

  He licked and sucked, tormented me and pleasured me. And just like that I came for him, crying out and digging my nails into my palms. He grunted and renewed his efforts on me.

  And when I couldn’t handle the sensitivity anymore—when the pleasure was so much it was almost painful—I pushed him away gently, and only then did he rise up and embrace me. He moved his hands up and down my back, soothing me, making me feel like melted butter.

  I watched in rapt awe as he went for the button of his slacks, popped it free, and pulled out his thick, hard cock. Jackson stroked himself over and over again, just watching me, making me feel so exposed in more ways than just being naked.

  “Fuck me.” I don’t know what got into me. I felt like this fiend, this addict that needed what only Jackson could give me. I heard the harsh groan spill from him right before his fingers dug into my flesh and his hold became rough and out of control.

  I knew then that this was it, that he’d finally take me again.

  Jackson pushed my legs open brutally, a kick of his foot to mine, making me open like a flower. And then I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance, a thick intrusion I couldn’t wait for.

  “I hope you’re ready for this, because I’m going to give you everything you wanted, Meggie.” And in one powerful thrust he buried himself deep in my body.

  I gasped at the intrusion, at the way he stretched me. I couldn’t think straight, and could only feel him deep inside of me. He groaned behind me, his face pressed between my shoulder blades, his breathing harsh.

  I couldn’t help the fact my pussy kept clenching around him, contracting, trying to draw him up inside me, deeper, higher.

  “You’re mine and I’m not letting you go.”

  And despite the fact I knew this, had known this from the very beginning, hearing him say it was music to my ears. It was the sweetest surrender for me, and I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to him irrevocably.

  Chapter 12

  Megan

  “I love it here, Jackson. I wish we never had to leave,” I confessed to him.

  We were lying on a quilt on Jackson’s private beach overlooking the ocean. The warm sun shone down upon us and I never wanted to move again. I was okay with that. Jackson had taken me to his private villa just outside of Kissamos, Greece. We had been here for two days and I was having the time of my life.

  Jackson took me through the streets of Kissamos to see the culture. We’d enjoyed boat tours, visited museums and shopped specialty stores. We had even traveled to the ancient city of Polyrinia. That was perhaps my favorite. Jackson had held my hand as we walked through the village and patiently told me about each place. You could literally feel the history in the air.

  With everything we had experienced, the greatest thing about all of it was being with Jackson. He held my hand, kissed me, talked to me and made me feel… important… almost… loved. I’d never been so happy.

  He also made love to me relentlessly. My body had achieved a golden tan—all over—because of the number of times he took me passionately on the beach, in the heated Grecian sun. Jackson refused to give me the option to be shy. One touch from him and I was gone. I lost myself in the things he did to my body and all I could think about was getting more of him.

  “I have to go back to work tomorrow, little one. But I will bring you here again, I promise,” he assured me. “We will come back often.”

  His fingers sifted through my hair as I curled deeper against him. I had my head on his chest and was lying on my side. Jackson was lying on his back and from my position the sound of his heart beating thrummed in my ear. It was steady—reassuring.

  I hated the idea of leaving, but his answer brought up something we hadn’t really discussed—except during sex in the heat of the moment—somet
hing that weighed heavily on my mind.

  “My father will be expecting me back home when we return to the States, Jackson.”

  “It doesn’t matter what he expects. You’re not his concern anymore.”

  “He’s already called several times and left messages on my phone.”

  “Did you speak to him?” Jackson practically barked the question. I sat up, worried about where the conversation would go and looked out once again over the waves of the Mediterranean and contemplated my future. I was afraid to look at Jackson just then. I wasn’t sure if he would see the fear in my eyes. I was scared of even thinking about leaving Jackson. What would happen if I did? Would he replace me? The idea of Jackson with another woman was one of my biggest fears and it left a bitter feeling in its wake.

  “No. I should have, but I didn’t know what to say to him, so I ignored it.”

  “You should have told him the truth,” Jackson growled. He must have sat up behind me because he pulled my body back against his chest, cradled his chin against my neck, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. The wind blew around us, leaving the smell of the salty air. It was almost as soothing as Jackson’s hold on me.

  “What is the truth?” I questioned, driven to know.

  “That you belong to me now. That I’m never giving you up,” he announced, while placing a kiss along the side of my neck.

  “Is that practical? We don’t know much about each other.”

  “I know everything I need to know about you, Meggie,” he whispered and in that moment I almost believed him. “I know you love exploring new things. I know that you’re comfortable in casual clothes and hate dressing up. You despise parties because they make you nervous, but you love spending time in crowded shops and talking to complete strangers. I know you love wildflowers more than bouquets from a flower shop.”