Chapter 91

The first words from his mouth dripped like venom. The low, throaty sound coming from his mouth raised panic in her gut, his unnaturally black eyes send her heart into a wild rhythm.

“A slut huh? I made you a slut? No baby. No man can ever make a woman a slut. Have I ever treated you like a whore?”

She didn’t answer, her nails cut halfmoons in her palms, her eyes locked on his dangerously glinting ones.

“ANSWER ME!”

She jumped, her hand flicked and the door swung open. Her feet touched the ground and all she could think of was to get away from the car. She had never seen him this explosive and he scared the shit out of her. Would he hit her? God did she even know this man? Years could change someone, he certainly had!

The moment she became aware of footsteps behind her it was too late. Arms closed around her and jerked her back against him. A scream echoed through the air and she felt paralyzed.

“Where the fuck are you going? Like to throw around insults but not willing to get it back huh?”

She felt stiff in his arms, he could feel her heart hammering against his arm. Raw lust and jealousy mixed together and he felt his body jerking to life. She was his for fuck’s sake!  Jason’s face swam into view. He lost her once he wont make that mistake again!

“I asked you a question baby, did I ever treat you like a whore? If you think so I could set you straight. I don’t know about the other fuckers, but I always treated you with respect. If you like to be treated like one we can always make a plan….” His face was in her hair, his lips moving against her ear. He sounded ominous and not like the Jon she knew.

“No..Jon, you didn’t treat me like a slut. I…I’m sorry…” the tiny voice was really scared and fuelled his want for her even more.

She became aware of his aroused state and didn’t know if she was even more scared that this could excite him or that she wanted this as well.

His arms locked her against his warmth, the fuzzy hair on his arms rubbed against her forearms, his face nuzzling in her hair.

“Now why would you say  such shit? Do you like to piss me off? Do you like to see me jealous?”

He backed up, lifted his face from her hair and dragged her with him.

“Jon? Why are you doing this, you’re scaring me!” she quivered against him

He ignored her plea, suddenly swung around, shoved her from him, only to push her back against the bark of a tree.

She had nowhere to go and Jon sure as hell wasn’t going to let her go anytime soon. She had managed to piss him off enough to wipe away the gentleness from his eyes.

“I want to make something clear to you so that you’ll never be confused again.”

She didn’t like what he told her and too damn scared to ask. It seemed like everytime she said something it set him off even more, so she kept silent, her enormous eyes the only thing that spoke of her fear.

A sudden thrust of his hips grounded her into the bark of the tree. A breeze lifted his hair from his face, the intense blue of his eyes boring into her soul.

His hands crushed hers and pull them upwards until it rested above her head. His intention was clear. He was going to take her hard and quick here in the open. No mercy, no gentleness. Some age old instinct was driving him, forcing him to leave his mark on her, showing her that she was the weaker sex and he the hunter.

Her head hit the hard, abrasive bark when he attacked her lips with his own. The kiss was forceful and dominant, making it clear that he was in control. His teeth clashed with her lips and she tasted the saltiness of her blood as it smeared. He tasted it as well but didn’t back up. He wanted to make her suffer as he had suffered. The hurt of her betrayal threatened to scorch his soul. Her soft whimper was met with even more force, his tightly coiled body pressing her even harder into the hard surface.

Years of pain, desertion and lies rushed before his mind’s eye, but she was here now, in his arms, the mother of his child ……..all woman. The thought of other men touching her intimately, tasting her sweetness gnawed at his insides and he held on tighter, his hands gripping, kneading desperately.

Megan was helpless against his strength, her back ached as he kept her against the harsh bark. His hands felt cruel and hard over her body but somehow she felt herself respond to his wild lovemaking.  Maybe if she could touch him it will bring back the warmth into his eyes, the gentleness in his hands… she didn’t get the chance.

The demons inside Jon demanded to be released, his groin throbbed painfully. When he saw her on the patio earlier this morning he thought she looked like a real countrygirl,  the boots, dress and denim jack. It was quite a charming look for her. Now the dress was an easy way to get her naked against him. She gasped violently as his hand slid towards the apex of her thighs. One violent jerk and the flimsy lace gave way, lying discarded on the earthen floor.