A lesson (II)

Jasper's POV 

The moment I stepped away, I watched Mia's expression shifting from desperate longing to confusion and then frustration. A dark satisfaction curled up in my chest. This was better. Way better than arguing or outburst. This was the exact lesson she needed.

For a second, she thought she could leave me? That she could break our contract and walked away Scot free. No, Mia. Not so easy. You belonged to me—body and soul. I know you better than you do. Maybe she'd forgotten that she had her first sexual experience with me. And I know exactly where and how to make her crave my cock inside her tight sheath.

She did forget her place, and if she needed a reminder, I would ensure she got one she would never forget.

Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Jasper...what are you doing?"

I took my time buttoning my trousers, my gaze never leaving her. She was still sprawled on the bed, her body flushed with sensation from my touch, her nipples pebbled from my sucking, and her thighs begging for a cock to fit inside her. She was desperate for me, and tonight I was going to deny that one thing she carved most—my cock.

"I told you, Mia," I said, my voice calm, controlled. "I'm teaching you a lesson."

Realization dawn on her, her hands gripped the sheets in protest. "You can't be serious."

I smirked, stepping back. "Oh, I'm dead serious. You thought you could challenge me? That you could threaten to leave and not face the consequences?" My fingers traced her jaw, lifting her face up to meet my gaze. "I own you, Mia. You belonged here. In my life. In my home. On your feet sucking my cock. And tonight, you'll understand what that truly means."

A flicker of defiance burned in her eyes, but beneath it, I saw the unspoken truth—she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. But the difference was that I'm a master of my own desires. She, on the other hand, was a slave to hers.

I turned on my heel and strode toward the door.

"Jasper, don't do this," she pleaded, her voice shaky. "Please. I won't talk about leaving anymore."

I hesistated for only a moment before pushing the door open. "Stay here tonight, and think about your actions. Think— if you truly want to leave me after everything we've shared. Goodnight, Mia," I said. Then without turning, I added, "I will send guards to the hospital to keep your mom safe."

With that, I stepped out, locking the door behind me.

Her frustrated cries followed me down the hallway, but I didn't stop. She needed this. She needed to understand that I was in control, that she couldn't push me, couldn't threaten me. I wouldn't let her go—not now, not ever.

I entered my own room, shutting the door behind me. The heat in my veins had gotten more intense. It burned hotter, the need to claim her pulsing through me like an unwavering force. But denying her had only heightened my own hunger.

Leaning against the wall, I ran a hand through my hair, inhaling sharply. My cock was painfully hard, the memories of her moaning beneath me fuel my desires. Quickly, my fingers worked at my belt, yanking it free as I slide down my trousers. I palmed my cock , and let out a low groan, imagining Mia's hands on me instead, her lips, her body.

Fuck! Can I survive tonight? The temptation to call one of my sluts tugged at me, but no one can make me feel good like Mia did. Absolutely no one.

I stroked my veiny cock slowly at first, then faster, every pump sending waves of pleasure through me. My mind pictured her image—her throaty cries, the way my cock fitted perfectly into her tight pussy, the desperate way she had begged me.

"Mia....." I growled her name under my breath, letting the fantasy, the sensation take over my mind 

Pleasure coiled tightly in my stomach, my release building up fast. I threw my head back in reckless abandon as my hand keeps stroking my cock, and then another hand caressing my balls, my mind imagining taking her nipples in my mouth.

"Arghhhhhhhh," I growled, the sensation getting more intense. I'm cuminggggg. Yes, Mia. I'm sucking and fondling those rounded jugs. After a while, I felt my cream pop out just a little. It did nothing to ease my burning desire.

I was tempted to go back inside the underground room and fuck the hell out of her, but I held it off, savouring the power I had over her, over myself. She thought she had control over me? She thought she could dictate the terms? No, I would remind her of who she belonged to, of who truly owned her pleasure.

And when the time came, when she had learned her lesson, I would give her exactly what she needed.

After a while, I exhaled slowly, my body still tensed, but the release had eased my frustration a bit. I adjusted my trousers, running a hand through my hair as I forced my mind to shut away from Mia's soft curves and focus back to the issue at hand.

The message.

The accident.

Someone had dared to get back at me using Mia as leverage. My jaw tightened at the thought. I had made many enemies over the years, but this.... This was personal.

I moved towards my desk, grabbed my phone and scrolled to the unknown number. My mind worked through a list of possible culprits excluding Blake—rivals in business, former allies turned enemies and those who held grudges against me. But one name topped the chart.

Russo.

The man I killed five years ago for poisoning my mentor. Russo had a grown up son who had disappeared after his father's death. A ghost. No records, no sightings. But I had always known revenge didn't die with the dead.

My gut twisted. Could it be him? He had returned to settle old scores?

I placed a call to Jayden. The line rang twice before he picked up.

"Boss?"

"I need you to trace a number," I said, my voice calm despite the turmoil swirling inside me. "Now."

Jayden replied immediately. "Send it over. I'll have something soon."

I ended the call, my fingers drumming against my desk. If Russo's son had returned, then he had made a grave mistake. Because I was coming for him.