Jordan Knight Snapshots (Mature)

Bitter Revenge

*Short, sweet, and dirty alpha

Dana lay on the bed trembling in the aftermath of her violent orgasm. She timidly looked up at Jordan dressing by the side of the bed. Every-time she slept with him she swore to herself it would be the last time and not only for moral reasons. Jordan was a passionate, aggressive, almost angry lover and he showed her body no mercy. Sometimes it was just too much for her to take.

There wasn't any part of her body that wasn't sucked, smacked, licked, kissed, rubbed, or caressed in just the right way and the things he did with his dick was almost legendary. The man knew what to do and how to do it without being told and he spared no mercy on her pussy- a pussy he wouldn't make her stop insisting was his when he was fucking her. The sex was mind-blowing, and it was always long. Now, they had reached their climax and were both wholly satisfied. She wished he would stay the night and hold her, but he never did.

Just like the other times, as soon as they were done, he'd gotten up off her without so much as a word or a glance and got dressed to leave. She was shaking so hard she was curled up in a protective ball on the bed, watching him sadly as he slipped on his underwear and trousers. She was too tired and drained to protest or beg but she still felt she needed to say something.

"Where are you going?" she softly asked him.

His tone was cold and distant when he answered her. "I'm leaving."

"Just like that?"

"Yep."

"But... I don't understand. I thought this time would be different."

His eyes were brutally cold as he looked at her. "Don't act like you don't know what it is. Nothing's changed since the last time Dana. Nothing."

"But, you told me you needed me tonight. You told me you couldn't let the night end without holding me in your arms."

Jordan yanked his tie around his neck and struggled to assemble it. "I said what I needed to say to get into your pants Dana. I wanted to fuck you. I did. Now, I'm leaving."

Tears probed her eyes as she watched him slip on his shoes. "I don't understand how you can touch me like that and hate me so much. I don't understand how you could kiss me and make love to me in such a way- "

"Let's not get it fucking twisted Dana. That wasn't making love and you and I both know it. We both had an itch we needed to scratch. We did. Now I'm leaving."

"Jordan, please;"

"Save it Dana!"

"I don't understand why you're acting like this! Why you're treating me like this!"

"You don't? Really? Do I need to remind you that you're marrying my brother in three days?"

Her face fell. She nervously wringed her hands and avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I know," he dryly replied with a sardonic chuckle. "You've been telling me that for three months now. And it still doesn't mean shit to me."

"Why do you keep sleeping with me then?"

"Because you always let me."

Dana sat all the way up and hugged the black and white covers to her chest. "You don't want to get married. There are certain things that I need. That I want in my life. And you're not willing to give them to me. Donnie is."

"Yeah, like everyone else just keep reminding me that I'm the low-class asshole in the family."

"Jordan, you know how I feel about you. But... But I..."

"So, I'm not good enough to be with you but I'm good enough to fuck you?"

"Don't act like you're any different."

"This isn't just about sex for me and you know that. I love- "

"Don't' say it!" he hissed through his teeth as he pointed a finger at her. "Don't you fucking say it! Because if you really felt that way you wouldn't be marrying him in three days!"

"Don't act like you give a fuck about it when you know you don't. You've moved on too, lest we forget about Samantha or as we like to call her, plastic Barbie with the grotesquely inflated fake boobs."

Jordan rolled his eyes skyward and sucked his teeth. "Give me a fucking break Dana. That shit's not even fucking serious."

"But you're with her, aren't you?"

"I'm with her because I can't be with you," he quietly said.

His admission rendered her silent.

"And if I can't be with you the way I want to be with you, she's the next best thing."

His confession had startled her so much she couldn't do anything but recoil under the sheets and lay back on her bed. She breathlessly stared at the ceiling. "So, this isn't just about sex for you."

He was quiet for several moments before he answered her. "Well, so long as we're being honest, no. It's not."

Hope filled her chest as she looked at him again, but darkness reigned when she saw the danger in his eyes.

"It's about revenge," he darkly said. "And I won't rest until you and my brother pay for every ounce of pain and anguish you have ever caused me."