Jackson’s POV
The problem with being obsessed with someone is that when they need to stand alone, you become disassembled from reality. You can't help but look at the time and its grueling pace, willing it faster until you can see them again. Even as the evidence of the time spent with her was still on my skin and in the sheets, I was itching to get her back here again. It wasn't going to be long, and it was necessary for her, but it still left me pacing since I pulled myself away from the sheets wearing her scent.One minute late wasn't a reason for concern. Thirty had me already dressed and moving towards my car in the private garage as Cutter's phone had gone unanswered along with hers.We allotted about an hour for the meeting which meant that she was already away from me for almost two. I tried to rationalize the silence as me overreacting, waiting for them to come through the door blaming traffic. But after fifteen minutes and my lack of patience, I wasAmara’s POVIs it technically considered cabin fever if your walls of imprisonment consist of a six bedroom house on twelve acres? Because even if the sun came through the bay window of the reading nook I occupied more often than not or the food was prepared to the degree of award-winning, I was restless. The crutches were finally recycled last week and I was left with a heavy boot that made me limp from even the most basic of movements, and I was under intensive care of watchful eyes. None more precise than Jackson himself as he made it his mission to keep his focus on me throughout the day. “Baby!” He scolded as I was already halfway down the steps before he rushed to my arm. “I'm not glass…” I reminded but he didn't respond. We had already argued frequently about me being babied. He wouldn't even give me more than a peck on my cheek and that was with repetitive begging. In fact, this grip was the most intimate we had been for the last few months. “Y
Jackson's POVIs it a problem that I prefer to stay awake long after she's fallen asleep just so I can admire her? The issue is that I can't decide if sleep is worth the lack of contact because my dreams are nothing compared to the reality of her. The scent of her hair and the memory of it wrapped around my wrist as I take her from behind. The satin skin in its perfect curvaceousness and the way she wears my marks so proudly. The trembling thighs and how they wrap around my waist or my face when my body begs to please her. The way her voice climbs to a crescendo in passion and defensiveness. I am enraptured. I am hopeless. I am truly a deviant for all this Amara Maldori. My cock is painful, tempted to slide between her legs in the middle of the night. If I hadn't already made her mine three times I would take her again. But her body was still recovering from how relentless we were to one another. I decided I was going to my office to ge
Amara’s POVI don't think I can ever get used to Jax Maldori. He is the alter ego of the man I held in my arms not even an hour ago. Jackson was shed and molded into this man dripping with confidence and commandments. His entire persona was demanding enough that not even security dared to check him for the weapons I saw him put beneath his sable clothes. And the women, they were openly ogling him. He scoffed to see me glare at one in particular that fixed her bust to appear more full for him and his response was to kiss my cheek and tug me tighter against him. “Focus, baby.” I fixed my own confidence as we came to a table layered with cigar smoke thick enough to choke on. I glared through the heaviness also affecting my eyes before he took a seat in the chair, guiding me onto his lap. “You know the rules, Maldori. No bitches while we play.” I went to speak but he pressed a firm hand on my open thigh under the table. “I'm not getting rid of my lucky cha
Amara's POVOne. Silence. Two.Movement from the ground that settled a few seconds later. Three. Paranoia to every passing second that felt like an eternity for what was an encompassment of sixty seconds. Four. An eerie stillness that made every small sound from my restless body shifting in the car send my heart to pump overtime. Five. Not a second later and my feet were on the pavement towards the rear entrance he had taken. Just as my hand wrapped around the cold metal of the handle, I was pulled back by a brutal hand. “You're not going in there.” A familiar face from Jackson's brigade attempted to obey his boss's demands. “Try and stop me.” I tried for the door again. This time, he used both arms with a bruising force that gave me the motivation I needed to convince him to release me. “And how would Mister Maldori feel looking at my skin tonight and finding bruises because of you.” He clenched b
Jackson's POV“I'm so nervous…” Amara confessed while bouncing on her toes and bringing her fresh manicure to her teeth. I carried her hands gently to my lips for a kiss of calming as it seemed to work long enough for her to chastize me with a look alone. “You've worked hard for this and you've earned it. Pretty soon you'll have all of Massachusetts wearing “Lena”.” Her eyes swelled at the idea. Not because of her pride but because of how it honored her mother. Each model was set to exit with a shawl of her mother's favorite style which was an Easter egg of sorts to those who knew the detail. Like me. Like Leon. Even after the years since she was gone, he was hopelessly devoted to her. I understood the pull now more than ever. “Two minutes, Mrs Maldori.” The coordinator explained as I reached for the table behind us for the champagne I stole earlier. “Not that you need luck…” She looked at the drink before cocking her jaw to the side. “
This is an erotic dark romance story that will pertain to the following topics. If they are triggering, please remember to keep your mental health a priority above any source of entertainment. TRIGGER WARNINGS:-Murder-Blood -Methods of torture -Loss of virtue -BDSM-Binding-Spanking -Explicit language-Explicit Sexual situations-Exhibitionism-Sex without a condom -Gun Play-Obsession-Bullying (at a young age)If you are prepared to venture into the obsessive love Jackson Maldori has for Amara Brady then proceed with the aforementioned caution. Because although this is a beautiful story with everything from heart to heat, it isn't exactly an easy road ahead...Enjoy, share, comment, and feel free to review in all honesty <3
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