Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Twenty ||

Riele -

I want him to kiss me. Rough and hard on my mouth, to feel his breath on my lips. I want his head between my thighs, to feel his tongue lapping up the sweet folds of searing warm skin. These thoughts were eating me alive as I sat beside Jace in the front seat of his car. I crossed my legs tightly but that didn't stop the heat exuding from my body. I wanted him so fucking badly it was hard to see straight. I was sweating, my nipples were rock hard, they strained against the fabric of my t-shirt. I had to keep taking deep breaths in between traffic lights, just to stop myself from reaching over and grabbing him by his  crotch. And I wondered why the hell was this happening to me? I hate this man. I loathe his very existence. But I want him pushing into me, pulling my hair, licking my neck and my breasts until I'm ready to explode.

"Are you alright?"

Jace glanced over at me but his tone was flat, and he looked as if he didn't really care. I turned my head and closed my eyes briefly with no reply to him.

"Riele..."

"Pull over."

I whispered.

"What?"

"Pull over!"

I said more loudly, turning to look at him. My chest heaving as if I had just run a marathon, I was breathless. I felt as if I was being baked from the inside out. Jace shot me the a firm look of judgement before pulling off the main flow of traffic and over to the side of the road.

"What the hell is the problem?"

He asked impatiently. I unbuckled my seat belt and began to climb over the console to get to him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I couldn't speak as I ripped at the buttons on his shirt, burying myself indecently on his lap where I could feel his groin between my legs.

"Kiss me, just please kiss me."

I begged, thrusting my hips forward multiple times and sliding my fingers through his hair.

"Are you fucking crazy? There could be people watching, get back in-"

I didn't wait for him to say anymore, I firmly planted my lips over his and I kissed him with all my might. I knew this wasn't me, I knew I wasn't myself but I couldn't stop it. This desire for him was like it's own animal inside of me. Compelling me to push myself onto him until he gave in. But to my surprise, he wasn't persuaded. He tore himself away from me and forced me to get back in the seat.

"Jesus Christ,"

He muttered to roof of the car. The look in his eyes was hard to place, but it was a familiar cross between a brilliant idea he was having and something he's done terribly wrong. I whined, like a hurt puppy. The sound was foreign to me, but it got Jace's attention. He looked at me and I watched as he guided his fingertips along his lips.

"Tell me right now, we can go back to the apartment and I can give you whatever want. Or you can go back home. It's your choice."

My head felt muddled. I squinted at him, not fully hearing the words he was saying but seeing him with his shirt half open and his hair messy drove me wild.

"Take me back, please."

I replied in a small voice. It was my freedom versus a few hours of pleasure. I would have denied myself it wasn't feeling this horny. This was some next level shit. I know I'm going to hate myself later, but I could figure my way out of it when the time came. Jace smirked and started the engine up again.

"Good choice."

I relaxed my head against the seat, feeling slightly relieved. In the back of my mind there was only one quiet thought. He's done something horribly wrong to me.

...

By the time Riele and I had finished the sun was going down, and she had fallen asleep. It was the first time in a long time that I ever had to use protection, undoubtedly. Her clothes were strewn all over my bedroom. The Verbena coffee had worked better than I thought it would. She was begging for me to give it to her when we stepped foot into the apartment. And I had. Her every wish was always my command, dealing in some cases. I walked into the kitchen pulling a shirt down over my head. I pulled the box of pills from under the counter where I left them and grabbed several water bottles from the fridge. I needed to get rid of the evidence before she wakes up. I filled as many bottles as I could before marking the tops of them with R's in the black ink of a Sharpie. Then I pushed the bottles into the refrigerator and sighed. Mission accomplished.

"What are you doing?"

Riele shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She was wearing my button down, and her bed head was a mass of messy curls. She looked up at me, sleepily. I froze, wondering about how much she had seen.

"Nothing you need to be concerned with."

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up onto the counter, standing between her legs and running my hands up the half of her shoulder that was bare and exposed. I felt her body tense under my touch and looked down at her. Her response was one that I wasn't expecting.

"Is it too late for you to take me home now?"

She asked quietly, fiddling with the ivory buttons on the shirt, avoiding my gaze.

"Way too late angel face, sorry to say you missed that window of opportunity. Actually, I take that back... I'm not sorry."

I replied, stepping away from her to lean back against the counter on the other side of the kitchen.

"I don't know what I was thinking... Please, if you give me another chance-"

"Another chance?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. She crossed her ankles and scanned the tiles of the floor, as if searching for an answer.

"I mean... A do over? I just want to go home. You promised me!"

She then looked up with her brown eyes ignited. I rubbed the palm of my hand across my mouth and chuckled, shaking my head.

"I gave you an option, I was being fair to you since I am a nice guy, but your ass is ever ungrateful. You chose to get fucked, am I wrong?"

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