Chapter 81 Strip for me...

Chapter 81 Strip for me...
ELIANA

Jackson turns around and looks at me, the corner of his lips lifting up into a wicked smirk. I gulp when he walks towards me, his steps slow and heavy, echoing through the quiet air.

He looks like some kind of a predator walking towards its prey, his eyes fixated on me, every step calculated. I step back, my first instinct is to break into a sprint. To run as first as I can and as far as my legs can carry me. To run for dear life. However, my heart drops when my back comes in contact with the heavy door and I swallow. There's no escape, no where to run to. 

I’m wrapped here with him.

My breath stutters when Jackson stops right before me, his presence overwhelming. His thump finds my chin and he gently tilts my head up so I’m looking into those blue eyes that have turned a few shades darker. 

I tiptoed to kiss him, my hand finding its way to his pants. Unfortunately, Jackson doesn't let me have my way as he intertwines my hands with his right hand and pins it above my head against the door, his knee between my legs. I tried to pull my hands from his grip but…he’s strong, too strong that fighting is useless. He doesn't even move a muscle. His knee between my legs firm.

“Let go!” I groan like a wounded animal, fighting for its freedom and he chuckles as though it's funny.

I push forward, trying to kiss him again but he's far from my reach. I try to press my thighs together in an attempt to calm the ache between my legs but his knees between my legs blocks me.

A frustrated breath escapes my lips as I give up breaking free because I know it's useless to fight. Heavens, this is the first time that I have given up fighting. My jaw clenches when I give it a thought. I’ve never felt this powerless in my life before. And I hate that I have lost against him. Why does it have to be him of all the people?

The corner of his lips tips up into one of those annoying smirks when he notices that he's holding all the cards. That he has overpowered me.He's in control.

“Stop teasing and just give it to me,” I hiss under my breath, my words loud enough for him to hear what I have just said. I push myself from the door, knowing damn well that it's impossible but I try anyway.

The smile on his lips stretches an inch more. His free hand traces my jawline and stops on my lower lip. My lips part slightly and I release a shaky breath. 

I gulp when he leans in, “Not so fast, dear sister. You have come for it, but I decide when, where and how to give it to you.” He whispers in my ear, then pulls away with a smile.

“That's unfair!” I complain, fighting against him knowing too well that it's a losing battle. He chuckles as though that's the funniest thing that he has heard the whole day.

“This world has always been unfair, Eli. You always don't get what you want, not that easily. Not the way you want it or how you want it. There's always terms and conditions.” He says, his breath warm against my ear, sending a forbidden shiver down my spine.

“And this right here,” He pulls back, his eyes trailing down his body to his hard on-on grey jogger pants. Damn it, I want to touch it.

“It has rules. If you want me to give it to you, to touch it, to be buried deep inside you, you have to follow the rules. My rules!” He looks me deep in the eyes, his voice deep and I can tell that he's damn serious about the stupid rules as something dark and dangerous crosses through his eyes.

“Go to hell with your rules.” I groan, the burning ache intensifying between my legs. Why does his words turn me on instead of scaring me off? I don't know what the hell has been happening to me lately. It feels like something inside me has snapped. 

Something…dangerous.

“I’ll take you to hell with me and no one will stop me, not even the devil himself.” The smile on his face broadens and a groan escapes my lips.

He leans forward, “Did you have the image of me in your head while touching yourself inside my car? Did you imagine my lips locked on your clit, licking and sucking you dry?” I bite down on my lips, holding the words back. 

Of course I had the image of him between my legs while touching myself. He knows it damn well and that's why he's asking. He wants me to say it out loud.

“Come on Eli, say it. If you don't, I won't give it to you.” He threatens, “Ye-yes, I imagined your head between my legs, sucking on my clit hard that I lost my senses.” I accept, still fighting against him but he doesn't leg go.

A wicked smile plays on his face, “I always knew you had wild thoughts. However, I didn't know you could get this wild.” He compliments with a bite of sarcasm in his voice.

“I have answered your damn question. Now give it to me,” I thrust my hips forward, trying to reach for him but he's far from my reach and his knees between my legs doesn't make it any easier.

“No, not yet. There are more questions for you and you're going to answer every single one of them. And you're going to answer truthfully. If not, you can forget about it.” He states, looking me deep in the eyes. A groan breaks from my lips, I can't believe Jackson is threatening me over a damn cock.

“Fuck you!” I let out through gritted teeth, frustrated. He chuckles, “No, it's more like…fuck me please.” He fires back, his lips close to my ear.

His free hand trails on my exposed thighs and up my skirt. I suck a sharp breath, goosebumps raising on my skin.

“You wore this mini-skirt for me. You wanted my eyes fixed on you. I saw how you moved your hips while descending the staircase while I was waiting for you at the grand staircase before we left for the party. Is that right?” He whispers in my ear then pulls back to look at my face, my cheeks burning up.

“Remember, answer truthfully.” He warns, reminding me about his stupid rule from earlier that if I lie, he wouldn't give me what I came for.

“Ye-yes, I wore it for you. I wanted your eyes on me. I wanted to show you what you've been missing.”I swallow the knot down my throat.

“Bold.” He complimented, chuckling.

“You wished it was me dancing with you on the dance floor. You wished it were my hands wrapped around your waist. You wished you were looking in my eyes. You wished it was me making you laugh at the silly things that he was telling you. You wished it was all me. I could see it in your eyes, Eli. I saw how often you looked in my direction and the longing in your eyes. Don't you dare lie to me.” I almost choked on my breath when I hear his words.

The memories of the party come crushing in my head. How I wished those brown eyes were a few shades blue. How I wished the blonde hair was black and…

I nod, “Yes. I wished it was you.” I accept. What is the need of hiding when he knows the damn truth? I hate that he knows me this well.

I don't miss the subtle twitch on the corner of his lips. He leans into me again, his face close to mine, our lips inches close like he's going to kiss me. My eyes slide shut effortlessly, my lips parting as I wait for him to claim my lips but…

“I know you have been craving for me but playing it cool. You have been craving for my kiss, my touch, my cock and for me to make you feel all the wrong things that you're not supposed to. You have been wanting me and you still do right now.” He whispers, his voice dangerously low and his lips brushes that sensitive spot on my neck and I shiver.

Heavens, he’s right. I have been craving for him. And I still do. Like right now, at this very moment. Right here.

“Yes, I have been burning for you. I want you.” I respond, my voice coming out strained.

“Fuck! You look so beautiful when you tell the truth.” He curses looking at me in admiration, fire burning in his eyes.

“Now that I have answered your questions and you know the truth. Can I have you? Can you give it to me?” I ask, my eyes shift to his pants and my pussy clenches at the sight of his bulge. 

Lord, I need him.

A sinful smile tugs on his lips, “Sure. You can have me. The whole of me.” I let out a heavy breath.

Slowly, he lets my hands go and pulls his knees back. I don't miss the wetness on his pants. My wetness. Jackson steps away, “Come get it,” He turns around and walks away…

I watch Jax as he walks away, again. He sits on the high backed leather chair, sinking into the comfortable seat and parts his legs, leaving a gap in between.

Damn, he looks hot. He knows it and that's why he's being an asshole. Jax stares at me for a minute way too long, like he's memorising every feature. His eyes trail from my ankle boots leg way up to my face, feeling like a physical caress.

“Strip for me.” He orders, his voice deep, “Wh-what?” I ask, “Strip for me.” He repeats the words and I can tell that he isn't joking about it.

I reach for the hem of his jersey, “Leave the jersey on.” He commands and my hands freeze on the fabric and I raise my head to look at him.

“I want you in my jersey.” He instructs and I can tell that he has the perfect image of me in his head. My stomach clenches when I give it a thought. I can see the image too.

It's…hot.