Chapter 92

His hands eased on her and slid towards the small buttons at her breasts. Icy fingers squeezed her heart as she realized his intent. The sound of ripping material and her cry of dismay reached his ears. Her creamy mounts , jingled, beckoning him to taste the rosy peaks that were hidden in the soft lace of her bra.

His breath brushed over her skin as he came closer. Hot moistness closed over a nipple, nipping viciously. Pain shot through her and she whimpered. Fear made itself know again.

A soft whimper drifted into his clouded mind, he eased off the throbbing peak, only to move back, sucking softly to ease the pain he had just caused.

Sensation after glorious sensation shot through her veins. His mouth send frissions of pleasure  through her body. Her hands tangled in his hair, pressing him closer towards her nipples. Why was her body betraying her?  Why couldn’t she fight him like she was supposed to? All thoughts fled and she arched into him. She was lifted off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands biting into her ass.  One flick of his hands and her breasts lay bare beneath his heated gaze. Sunshine and desire turned her pale skin to a glorious shade of pink.

His hand found the zipper and freed his painfully erect member, hands closed over her waist, positioning her for his entrance. Their eyes locked and for a few moments the harshness was gone from his dark pools.

“Jon!”

She screamed his name as he impaled her, forcing her body to accept his steel. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, keeping her steady as he pounded into her.

His harsh rhythm banged her against the tree and she bit her lip. He was stoking a searing heat inside her while his wild thrusting scraped her back raw against the bark.

Tears threatened to consume her. Jon’s mouth was everywhere. Her neck, her earlobes, her shoulder and when it finally reached her lips, the taste of salt jerked him out of his trance.

“Oh baby! God I’m sorry! I’m out of control, you drive me fucking insane! I’m so sorry.”

His apology seeped into her mind but her body was reeling as her climax drew closer. The pain seemed to drift away and she could only concentrate on him moving inside her, pushing into her pleasure spots.

His name rushed from her lips as her body fell into a deep, shuddering climax. Her hands tangled into his fur and tightened.

Pain coursed through him as her hands pulled at his chest, it heightened his pleasure somehow and he felt himself tumble.

He pulsed inside her, emptying himself inside her moist cavern.

Realization seeped into her brain and she flushed, embarrassed by the knowledge that she lowered herself by enjoying his callous use of her body.

Her back was on fire, her legs felt rubbery and her nipples stood erect, betraying her. Jon hands steadied her as he slid her towards the ground.

He was quiet and withdrawn. She heard the familiar grating noise as he closed the zipper of his pants. Walking away from him she turned her back to try and make herself presentable. She would have to go home without panties, she felt the stickiness of their lovemaking covering her thighs. She had to get home as soon as possible. Luckily she had a jacket to hide her ripped dress. What have they done? Was he going crazy? Was she going crazy for enjoying this? He wanted to teach her a lesson and what did she do? Gave into him like a panting little tramp!

She pulled her dress together and walked towards the car, she found Jon at her side, waiting for her to get in so he could close the door. His incredible blue eyes searched her face for some emotion..anything, but she refused to give him that. She got into the car , pulled the jacket on and turned her head away from him, trying hard to take in the beauty of their surroundings.

He sighed as he started the car, they drove in silence. The car came to a standstill in front of her aunt’s house.

“Megan we need to talk. Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

“What more is there to say Jon? Haven’t we said enough? Done enough?”

“We need to talk about our son. It’s not you and me anymore, there is a child in the equation, like it or not.” He was irritated.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly.

“What time? We don’t need to eat, we can discuss anything you want right here.”

“For fuck’s sake Megan! I don’t want the whole world to know our business. I want to take you to my brother’s place. There we can talk without being disturbed. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

She opened the door to get out, his hand closed over her elbow.

“Are you ok?” She seemed to be in some discomfort.

“I’m fine. Now I know how it feels to be Jon Bon Jovi’s slut. Now let me go.” She was on the brink of bursting into tears.

His hand didn’t let go.  She got the wrong impression!

“Jon take you damn hands off me. I don’t feel like being in your presence right now. You make me feel dirty …and used.”

An invisible hand hit him in the gut. His hand lost its grip and she fled from the car.