Page 91 of Malice and Surrender
I looked away and clenched my jaw tight. “I do not,” I said. Jace laughed.
“Oh, you can deny it all you want, but tell me something honestly. Did he make you cum?”
I wiggled on the piano, not wanting to answer this question.
“I’m going to guess more than once.”
I knew my face was bright red as the tips of my ears burned. Jace moved enough that I was forced to look at him. Was closing my eyes an option?
“I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you screamed for him to stop, begged for it to be over, but there was a part of you that loved his hands holding you down, and that was even more terrifying to you than the sex. At least twice. But my guess is you came at least three times.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Even if I did, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“See, I knew I was right ‘cause I don’t hear a denial.” He smirked, and I wanted to smack the look off his face. “It’s fine. I don’t care that you got off. I probably would’ve while watching the show,” he said, and my mouth fell open. “Don’t look so shocked. There are a lot of kinks out there, Peaches, and we will explore them all until we find out what makes you so wet that you beg to be fucked. ‘Cause you see, that is one of mine. I want to hear you beg for my cock from these sweet lips of yours.”
I was fully clothed, yet I felt completely naked in front of him. He had just put his hand into my soul and ripped it open. I hadn’t wanted to face my feelings about my time with Kai. Had I been scared? Hell yes. Had I not wanted it at first? Also, yes. But I couldn’t deny that fighting with him in my bedroom had turned me on, and the fear of what I knew he would do intensified every touch. The moment Kai groaned in my ear and slipped into my body, something that I thought was disgusting took over inside of me—something that wanted the adrenaline and to feed off his anger and my terror.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” I said, and pulled my chin out of Jace’s grasp.
“We don’t need to talk about it, but it doesn’t change facts, Peaches. You’re fucked up, but in all the most delicious ways.”
He smiled and stepped around the piano bench, out of my reach, which was good because I was liable to hit him. The voice inside my head warned that everything I said I didn’t like or want would happen if I did it. My stomach tightened into knots as the thought had me squeezing my thighs together.
He was right. I really was messed in the head.
Jace grabbed his discarded T-shirt off the plush black chair in the corner and pulled it over his head. My eyes traced every movement of his reverse striptease, and even that was fucking hot.
“If you’re done staring, I’d like to take you somewhere,” he said with a teasing tint to his words.
“Where?” I asked, my eyes darting up to his.
“That’s a surprise.”
He walked toward me like a model as he ran his hands through his shock-white hair that, when you were up close, had strips of silver. I’d learned his hair color was similar to my platinum blonde, and I badly wanted to see his natural shade. My brain was still in a fog when he wrapped his arm around my waist, and as easily as he’d put me on the piano, he lifted me down.
“I could’ve gotten down,” I said.
“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have had your hard nipples pressing into my chest.” Of course, I had to look down, and Jace snickered when I could see the evidence for myself. “Come on. I’ll make this adventure worth your while.”
“Wait a second.” I tugged back on his hand as he grabbed mine. “That’s it. You’re no longer angry with me for not wanting to call the police?”
“Oh no. I’m still livid about that, but I want to show you something before we talk more.”
I nibbled my bottom lip, and in the span of a breath, his lips were on mine. My head spun, and the earlier fog returned. Jace didn’t just kiss me. He commanded my attention and took what he wanted, how he liked it. I gripped the white T-shirt and held on like it was the only thing holding me up.
Breaking away, Jace stared into my eyes. “Please,” he whispered. A word I just knew he rarely ever said. I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Holding my hand, he marched out the door, and I was practically jogging to keep up with his long strides.
“Yo, Avro,” Jace called out when we reached the top of the stairs.
“Yeah.” Avro poked his head out of the bedroom door.
“I’m taking Peaches for a drive. We’ll be back in a few hours,” he said, and even though I knew they had a unique relationship, it wasn’t until Avro smiled that I truly understood how complicated the layering was.
“Sounds good. I’m watching sappy rom coms, anyway,” Avro said and laughed. “Are you going to be near Terri’s Place?”
“Yeah, you want anything?”
