Chapter 102

Chapter 102
JACKSON'S POV
The moment I saw Vera standing between my car and the carport pillar, looking lost and dazed, I knew something was off. But she wouldn’t say a word about it. She just brushed it off like it didn’t matter. I didn’t push her. I didn’t want to ruin her mood. I told myself I’d ask again the next day.
Now, with her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her hands tangled in my hair, and her head tilted back as she moaned my name, I knew I made the right call by letting it go.
With every swipe of my tongue over her soaked heat, she whimpered and clung to me tighter. Her thighs squeezed my head as she tried to close her legs, but I held her open, gripping her hard enough to leave marks.
I sucked on her clit deeply, then slid my tongue inside her with a slow, deep stroke. She arched her back and collapsed against the car’s windshield like her bones had turned to jelly. I pulled away, replacing my tongue with my fingers, pumping them into her while grabbing her hair and pulling her up to kiss me. I kissed her hard, making sure she tasted herself on my lips.
“You’re mine, Vera Santos,” I whispered between kisses. “From the moment your hand wrapped around my cock, I knew you were the one. The only one I’d ever take a bullet for.”
“Jack… please… I need…” Her voice broke into pieces with each thrust of my fingers.
Her legs circled my waist, silently begging me to take her. But I wasn’t ready to end it yet. There were other ways to make her lose her mind.
I yanked her gown over her head and used it to tie her hands above her. She tried to wriggle free.
“Damn it, Taylor! What the hell are you doing?” she gasped.
I laughed quietly. She’d never called me by my last name like that, not in such a breathless, needy way.
“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” I said, cupping her breasts. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. “Those damn nipples were poking through your gown all day, teasing me. I deserve a medal for holding back this long.”
She stared at me like I’d stabbed her with a fork when I stepped away. I walked to the side and picked up her favorite red wine from the bucket. Then I hit the lock button on the control panel. The steel door slid closed.
Standing between her thighs, I popped the wine open.
“Who do you belong to, Juicy?” I asked, pouring some into her mouth.
She choked a little, red wine dripping down her chin, some splashing on my face. Her hands twisted, trying to get free.
“Answer me, Juicy, or you won’t get what you want.” I took one nipple between my teeth and bit down gently.
“Oh no! It’s you! I belong to you! All of me is yours!” she cried out.
“Good girl.”
I bent down and licked each of her nipples, slowly, until her moans filled the space. Then I pushed her legs wider and stared between them, loving the pink flush and the way she shivered when my eyes landed there.
Her cheeks turned red when she realized how exposed she was. I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders, burying my head between her thighs again.
This time I didn’t play around. I devoured her, dragging my tongue and lips over her pussy like a man starving. Her body trembled, her back arched, and she called out my name like a sinner begging for salvation. The more I tasted her, the deeper I sank. I couldn’t get enough.
“Come on, Vera. Be a good girl. Give it to me,” I rasped.
And just like that, she exploded. Her body shook, her voice cracked as she screamed, and she poured herself all over my face.
“You didn’t just do that…” she laughed weakly as I stood and kissed her again.
“I did. What are you going to do about it?” I teased.
“Should I say thank you?” she smirked. “I don’t think I should reward you now, especially with our guests just two doors away. I can’t believe you gave me an orgasm like that.” Her cheeks flushed again.
“They can wait. So can everything else. I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes widened as I picked her up and laid her across the red car.
“You stained that one. Now it’s my turn to paint a car,” I said, answering her unspoken question.
I flipped her over, her chest pressed to the bonnet. I untied her hands and used her gown to bind her legs instead.
“I don’t think I’m going to enjoy this position, Mr. Taylor,” she said, but there was a flicker of excitement in her voice.
“That’s the whole point. I’m going to make you forget your name.”
I undid my belt, shoved down my pants, and stroked myself once before pressing my cock against her lips.
I didn’t give her time to react, I pushed into her mouth, groaning as her throat closed around me. Her nails dug into my thighs. Her legs kicked helplessly. Her breasts bounced with every thrust.
I kept going until I hit my peak and emptied myself into her throat. She gagged as I pulled out. I scooped her into my arms, kissed away the tears running down her cheeks.
“I love you. I swear I do,” she whispered, then passed out in my arms.
I carried her through the secret door in the basement, straight to our bedroom. She didn’t know about the hidden doors or the safe room. She would find out in time.
We didn’t know how our guests left, who stayed the night, or who passed out from too much wine. I just sent Hannah and Nathan a quick message, asking them to handle everything. Later, I checked on our kids in their separate new rooms and made sure they were fine before going to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to a notification. I thought it was Hannah or Nathan, maybe telling me they were leaving. But it was from the man I hired to follow Monica.
UNKNOWN: I emailed you a picture. Check it out.
I grabbed my second phone, opened the email, and tapped on the JPEG file. The image loaded slowly. When it finally opened, I pulled the duvet off my legs and began pacing.
ME: I don’t understand this photo.
I stared at the black-and-white picture. Two teenage girls, smiling. Hands joined, like they were best friends, or something more. But they looked identical.
Both of them looked like Monica.
They wore the same clothes. Same bangles. No earrings. No necklace. But their faces… It was like seeing double.
UNKNOWN: It was the only thing in her wallet. I thought it might mean something. I’m still digging.
ME: Find out if Monica had a twin. Or a sister that looked like her. I want everything. No details left out.