Never Again

Mia's POV 

Then his mouth moved downwards.

Jasper's mouth was glued to my clit, sucking as hard as he could, his fingers pumped in and out of of me in a brutal rhythm. The sensation was so unbearable, sending me spiraling into state of pure, raw pleasure. My body arched on the bed while my nails dug into his hair as my cries filled the entire room.

He growled against my cunt, the vibrations shooting through me like a live wire. "That's it, Mia. Let go. Come for me."

His words seemed to break every restraints in my body. My vision went white as pleasure exploded inside me, my walls tightened around his fingers, my body shocked violently. A broken moan escaped my lips as orgasm ripped through my cunt, leaving me breathless.

Jasper died stop. He increased the pace of his fingers on me, drawing out every of my cum, while his tongue licking up every drop of release. I whimpered from the over sensation, my legs trembling as he finally pulled away, my juice splashing all over his lips, but he wiggled out his tongue and licked every of the essence.

He hovered over me , his eyes dark with lust and something deeper.

"You taste better every passing second," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick his fingers.

I barely had time to recover when he grabbed my thighs, and spread me open again. I'm not done with you yet, Mia."

I gassed as he straightened himself up, his thick cock head pressing against my dripping pussy. Heat simmered through my body in anticipation, my breath seizing.

“Jasper—”

The words died in my mouth as his cock, hot and demanding slammed against my cunt as he pushed inside, stretching me wide. My walls tightened around his cock, my nails pressing into the sheets as he filled me completely.

"Fuck, Mia," he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine. "You feel so goddamn good. Always tight for me, huh?"

He started moving, slow at first letting me adjust to him before picking up the pace. His thrust were deep, accurate, always hitting that particular spot inside me that made me count the stars in the ceiling. 

My body has always been responsive. I moved my hips closer to meet each thrust, desperate for more.

Jasper grabbed my both hands with one of his hand and pinned them above my head, this thrust growing harder. But the harder, the better and the more the fucking pleasure.

His cock head slammed against my wall with each thrust, the sound of our gasps, moans and sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

I was lost in him, in the sensation building up inside me, in the way he completely made me his. His teeth found my nipples, biting down just to make me cry out. His free hand slid between my thighs, finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt my body clenched, the pleasures building again, hotter, more intense, more passionate. 

"Come again for me, Mia," he ordered, his voice thick with dominance. "Let me feel you, my little slut."

I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under. My walls clenching around him, and with a deep growl, Jasper followed, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me, filling me with his warmth.

We stayed like that for a moment, tangled in each other, our breath mingling.

Then, jasper pulled out, his cock still half hard. He rolled onto his side, dragging me to his chest.  His arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he was afraid I would disappear. Like he was afraid of losing me.

"Never talk about leaving me again," he murmured against my hair. His voice was softer now, but there was a silent warning in it. "Or do you still think everything we've shared is still about the contract?"

I was silent, swallowing hard, my heart still pounding.

Then he tilted my chin up with his finger, his eyes locking into mine. "Apart from the sex and the groof, do you love me.? Do you feel anything for me at all?"

I blinked, the question catching me unprepared. My lips parted, but no words came out. Why would he still ask me that? It was obvious that I do love him. If I didn't, wouldn't be here. I won't be wrapped around his possessive world. Jasper is really daft when it comes to love and understanding women.

My heart pounded, a different kind of tension filling the space between us.

He tightened his grip around me. "Answer me, Mia."

Should I tell him? I hesistated for only a second before nodding. "Yes. Of course, I do."

Something in his eyes hint at satisfaction, relief. He exhaled, then kissed me deeply, possessively, like he was sealing my answer and I'm now rightfully his.

He pulled me closer, letting me rest my head on his chest. His fingers twisting my nipples as he murmured, "Your mother is safe. I will ensure no harm gets to her."

Tears pricked my eyes. I looked up at him. "Thank you."

He nodded. "I'm also sorry about how I talked to you. I was only scared of losing you, Mia. I don't want you to ever get hurt," he said, his expression serious. And for a moment I realised that there was a heart inside this same man who thrive on ruthlessness and possessiveness.

And I was the woman inside that heart.

I nodded. "Thank you. I'll be careful moving forward."

Before he could respond, a soft beep interrupted the moment. Jasper reached for his phone on the bedstand, his expression shifting as he read the message. What news does this message bring? I strained my neck catching a glimpse of the message.

'Russo’s son’s location has been secured. Awaiting your orders.'

Russo son? Who was that?

Before I could speak, Jasper shot up beside me , grabbing his clothes that sprawled across the room. His jaw tightening, but I still asked anyways. "Who is Russo? And why are you looking for his son?"

For a moment, silence lingered between us and I thought he won't tell me.

"I think he had something to do with your attempted assassination."

My stomach twisted as I recalled the scary incident once again. The moment of intimacy vanished, replaced by the brutal reality we were still entangled in.

Jasper's voice came out like a roar. "it's time to end this."