My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 4: Charles

As Ian sent the blond man sprawling to the ground with one punch, he could sense the hidden resentment of the rest of the elite squad. But it seemed like overkill to have them deal with these idiots.

These guys would have had no idea that an entire special team would turn up. Ian had known Charles for years¬—they had gone through fire and water together. But he had never seen him look the way he did when he received that call—stunned and confused, but also happy.

"Are you alright?"

Ian asked Ann as he put his jacket over her.

Ann sat up and nodded, biting her lip.

The awkwardness between them was broken by the noise of a large door crashing to the ground.

In walked Jackson, with several others in tow, and without looking around, walked straight over to Ann. He put his coat around her, before cradling her in his arms and walking out.

He threw Ian's coat to Nathan as he walked past, saying to Ryan, "Keep them here."

Ryan nodded. He knew that Jackson wanted to deal with this himself.

Ben picked Lily up, a dark expression on his face. Repeating what Jackson had just said, he too walked out.

It was a fat middle-aged man that ran the district. Bathed in a cold sweat, he saw the pair out, bowing and scraping.

The blond man prostrated himself and clutched at the fat man's feet "Sir..."

"Get the hell off me."

But the fat man kicked him away to show that he wanted nothing more to do with him

He wondered what the hell he had been thinking.

They had messed with the wrong person this time. It was a mess. The one good thing about all of this was that, for the first time, he had seen all six of them together.

The blond man had come back, begging for forgiveness, when a chair came crashing down onto his back, leaving him prostrate on the floor.

Nathan, Ian's coat in one hand, and a chair in the other, had begun to lay into the group of men.

Ryan, unable to stop him, let him go, a dark look on his face.

Mike and Matt looked at Nathan. Well-known for being a sober-headed person, he had flown into a rage. "Hey, Mike, has he opened an old wound? "

"He did quite a number on you back then."

"They didn't get off lightly¬—I floored eight of them and managed to get away with just a couple of broken ribs."

"And what use were you?"

"Hey, I'm the one who got his nose broken!"

"I stepped in the way of that baseball bat for you!"

"What the hell! Matt, cut it out!"

"It's your ungrateful ass that I should be kicking—laughing at me like that this morning! You wouldn't dare fight back!

"Of course I would. What do you take me for a fool?

Ann was huddled up in Jackson's arms. She could sense the anger that he was trying to restrain.

Jackson was furious, but he didn't yell at her. Ann had no idea how she was going to apologize to him.

On the way home, the two of them didn't say a word.

When they got home, Jackson carried her straight up to bed. "Drink this and try to get some rest," he said, handing her the mug of hot milk he had prepared for her.

"Jackson..." Ann reached out for his hand. Jackson looked at her curled up in the quilt, still in shock, and his heart went out to her.

He sat next to her on the bed, but his expression remained cold.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have sent George and the others away. Forgive me."

George, the bodyguard that Jackson had assigned to protect Ann, had been looking after her since the day she had come. But on this particular occasion, Ann, wanting to let her hair down with Lily, had asked George to leave them alone.

"Don't worry."

"Get some rest."

Jackson was trying hard to contain his emotions.

"I...I need to take a shower."

Jackson felt like he wanted to kill someone.

After his shower, Ann looked at Jackson sitting beside the bed. He looked even more downcast than before.

It had been a horrendous day. Ann lay back and quickly fell asleep.

Jackson stayed until her breathing had quieted down and he knew she was asleep.

But the anger was rising within him. He had known Ann for more than ten years. And he knew just how fragile and sensitive she was.

But in the seven years they had been together, she had always been so thoughtless.

He knew better than anyone that Ann simply didn't care anymore.

She had buried her heart seven years ago.

He wondered how many more years it would take for her to think of him first when she was in danger.

But right now in Ann's dream, there was only Jackson.

His bronzed-colored skin shone with a fresh layer of sweat. His body on hers, their skin seemed to merge.

With part of him buried deep inside her, Ann could feel his blood pulsating along with the beat of her own heart.

"Oh..." Ann woke abruptly from her dream, unwilling for a moment to accept the reality of being awake, and feeling a familiar moistness between her legs.

She opened her eyes to see that Jackson's hands were on either side of her. He was hovering over her, supporting his body weight with his arms so as not to crush her. Seeing that Ann had finally woken up, he lay on top of her and kissed her deeply. He softly bit her lower lip so he could slide his tongue into her mouth. With his tongue filling her mouth, she struggled to take in enough air and her body began to tense.

Jackson let go and moved down to her chest, now rapidly rising and falling with her labored breath.

He kissed one of her breasts, as his hand caressed the other.

Ann came to her senses as her breathing returned to normal. She became aware of his groans of pleasure, the feeling of his tongue on her, the tug of his teeth, and the caress of his large hands. A feeling of warmth spread through her like a wave.

Unable to bear it any longer, she wrapped her legs around him, and began to rub herself up against him.

Jackson had wanted to vent his anger on Ann, however her initiative had rendered him powerless, even moved.

"You saucy little thing!"

He bit Ann's swollen lips hard, making her body arch up. She finally felt what she had been waiting for, and she moaned through her sealed lips.

"Oh..."

Jackson released her lips, delighting in her moans.

He loved to make love to her as she was just waking up. It was like she was someone else writhing beneath him and calling his name in that soft voice.

"Say my name!"

Jackson continued to thrust into the deepest part of Ann. The heat and friction between them was building, and she cried out his name, hoping that he would climax soon.

"Say you love me," Jackson whispered into her ear.

He poured himself into her, and her body rocked for the second time as she plunged into oblivion.