Chapter 51 Seduction and want 1

Chapter 51 Seduction and want 1
Jesse

Dammit.

The word stayed stuck in my chest as I walked back into the palace, my steps heavy, my jaw locked so tightly it almost hurt.

Everything about the situation felt wrong.

Damon had crossed a line I couldn’t ignore, and yet the more I replayed it in my head, the more it irritated me in a way I couldn’t fully separate from the betrayal itself.

I pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

The atmosphere shifted immediately.

Mia was already there.

She looked up the moment she sensed me, her expression soft at first, then shifting quickly into concern as she took in whatever must have been written all over my face.

I tried to mask it.

I really did.

But I could feel it slipping anyway.

She stood up slowly, walking toward me with that quiet attentiveness she always had when she was worried about something she couldn’t immediately understand.

“Jesse…” she said softly, studying me. “What’s wrong?”

I exhaled through my nose, trying to steady myself before speaking.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” I said at first, because I didn’t want to pull her into it.

But that only made her more alert.

She frowned slightly and stepped closer.

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” she said gently. “Tell me.”

I hesitated.

Just for a second.

And that was enough for her to see through me.

I dragged a hand through my hair, frustration still sitting heavily in my chest, and finally gave in.

“Damon,” I said.

That was all it took for her expression to shift again.

Not fear.

Not shock.

Something more thoughtful.

More careful.

I continued anyway, unable to hold it in anymore.

“I stripped him of his position,” I said bluntly. “He betrayed my trust.”

Mia went quiet for a moment, like she was processing everything before she responded.

Then she spoke.

Her voice was calm.

Too calm for how irritated I already was.

“I understand you’re very upset,” she said carefully, stepping closer again, like she was trying to soften the edge of my anger without dismissing it. “But he told you the truth because he felt upset.”

I stopped.

Slowly.

I looked at her properly then.

“What?” I asked, my tone lower.

She didn’t back down, but she also didn’t challenge me directly.

“I’m not saying what he did was right,” she continued, choosing her words carefully. “I’m just saying… he probably didn’t mean it like betrayal. He was emotional.”

The silence that followed was sharp.

Immediate.

Heavy.

Something inside my chest tightened in a way I didn’t like.

“Are you defending another man?” I asked before I could stop myself.

The words came out colder than I intended.

Her eyes widened slightly at that.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” she said quickly. “I’m just—”

I stepped closer without realizing it.

My voice dropped further.

“I don’t like that you’re defending another man,” I said flatly.

That made her pause completely.

Her lips parted slightly, like she was trying to find the right response, but nothing came out immediately.

“Jesse you…” she started, her tone softer now, almost stunned.

But I wasn’t fully listening anymore.

Because the irritation wasn’t just about Damon anymore.

It was about the fact that even now, even after everything, she still saw space for understanding him.

So I pulled her close, my hands rough on her arms. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. I leaned in and bit her lip, not too hard but enough to make her gasp. The taste of her was sweet, mixed with a hint of surprise.

She moaned softly, her body pressing into mine. I didn't let up. My hand slid up her shirt, finding her breast. I pressed her nipple hard between my fingers, twisting just a bit. Mia arched back, a loud moan escaping her lips. Pleasure lit up her face, and that made me want her more. But the jealousy burned in my chest. I needed to hear it from her, needed to know she was mine.

"Say my name," I growled, my voice low and demanding. I kissed her neck, biting down lightly. She shivered, her hands clutching my shirt. I yanked her top off, tossing it aside. Her skin was warm under my palms. I pushed her back onto the bed, climbing over her. My cock was already hard, straining against my pants. I ground against her, letting her feel it.

"Jesse," she whispered, her voice breathy. That was a start, but I wanted more. I stripped her pants off quick, then mine. Naked now, I settled between her legs. Her pussy was wet, ready for me. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, teasing. She whimpered, hips lifting to meet me.

"Tell me you love me," I said, thrusting in deep with one hard push. Mia cried out, her walls clenching around me. It felt so good, tight and hot. I started fucking her slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. Each move made her moan louder. Her nails dug into my back, urging me on.

"I love you, Jesse," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine. Hearing that eased the knot in my gut a little. But I wasn't done. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. I bit her lip again, drawing another moan. My hand went back to her nipple, pinching hard. She bucked under me, pleasure making her tremble.

I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. The bed creaked with our rhythm. Sweat slicked our bodies, making everything slide smooth. "Say it again," I demanded, my breath hot against her ear. "Louder. Tell me I'm the only one."

"Jesse! I love you! Only you," she shouted, her voice breaking. That jealousy faded more, replaced by raw need. I thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. Her pussy squeezed me tight, pulling me in. I groaned, loving how she felt. My fingers kept working her nipple, rolling and pinching until it was red and sensitive.

We moved together, her legs wrapping around my waist. I kissed down her chest, taking the other nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, then bit gently. Mia's hands tangled in my hair, holding me there. "Yes, Jesse, don't stop," she begged. I didn't. I fucked her steady, building that heat between us.

After a while, I pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. She looked back at me, eyes full of want. I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up. From behind, I slid back in, deeper than before. Mia moaned into the pillow, her body rocking with mine. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed fast circles, making her shake.

"Call my name," I said again, slapping her ass lightly. The sound echoed, turning me on more. "Jesse! Oh god, Jesse," she cried, pushing back against me. I loved it, the way she said it like a prayer. The jealousy was almost gone now, washed away by her words and the feel of her pussy gripping my cock.

I fucked her rough from this angle, my balls slapping against her. Sweat dripped down my back. Mia was close, I could tell by her ragged breaths. "Say you love me," I urged, leaning over her. My chest pressed to her back, one hand still on her clit.

"I love you, Jesse! So much," she panted. That pushed me over. I thrust hard, feeling her cum around me. Her pussy pulsed, milking my cock. I kept going, chasing my own release. With a grunt, I came inside her, filling her up hot and deep. We collapsed together, breathing heavy.

But I wasn't satisfied yet. The fire still simmered. After a minute, I rolled her onto her back again. My cock was softening, but I wanted more control. I kissed her slow this time, tasting her lips. "You're mine," I whispered. She nodded, smiling softly.

I trailed kisses down her body, stopping at her breasts. I sucked one nipple, then the other, pressing hard with my teeth. Mia moaned, her hands in my hair again. My cock hardened fast against her thigh. I positioned myself, sliding into her slick pussy once more. This time, I went slow, savoring every inch.

"Jesse," she murmured, her voice full of affection. I smiled, thrusting gently. "Tell me again." She did, over and over, as I fucked her. Her words wrapped around me, erasing the last bits of jealousy. We built up speed, her moans filling the room.

I sat up, pulling her with me. She straddled my lap, riding me now. Her breasts bounced with each move, and I caught a nipple between my fingers, pinching. She gasped, grinding down harder. "I love you," she said without me asking, her eyes shining.

We kissed deeply, tongues tangling. My hands on her ass, guiding her. The angle let me hit deep, rubbing her clit with my base. Mia came first, crying my name loud. I followed, spilling into her again. We held each other, spent and close.

Later, as we lay tangled in sheets, I traced her skin. The jealousy was gone, replaced by peace. "I'm sorry about earlier," she said softly. I kissed her forehead. "It's okay. Just needed to hear it from you."

She snuggled closer, and I felt whole. Damon didn't matter. This was us, and it was perfect.

But the night had more in store. My hand wandered down, fingers slipping between her legs. She was still wet, sensitive. I rubbed her clit slow, making her squirm. "Jesse," she whispered, already heating up. I grinned, rolling on top.

I entered her gently, kissing her neck. "Say my name," I teased. She laughed, then moaned as I thrust. "Jesse, I love you." We moved together, slow and intimate. Her nails scratched my back lightly. I pinched her nipple again, drawing that pleasure moan I loved.