Chapter 136 Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Six
I climbed into bed, my body exhausted but my mind still racing. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
He was so different now from how he’d used to be, spitting fire at me and being a total jerk. Now he was, I don’t know, an actual human being?
Was the big, bad Jace still hidden under there somewhere, waiting to be let out or would I have to get used to this unexpectedly nice version?
I remembered very clearly the last time we were together in my room, he had pinned me to the wall to growl his three commandments at me, scaring me half to death.
Two of which he had already broken himself; first by talking to me outside the house, like when he kissed the breath out of me at school in the old media room, and then by inviting me into his room for our lesson instead of just using the study.
How come he bared his teeth at basically everyone except for his little brother, and now me?
What changed?
I fell backwards, my arms spread out, doing a trust fall on my bed. “I don’t like having this many unanswered questions. What am I supposed to do?” I wondered out loud.
How exactly was I supposed to exact revenge on someone whom I was finding it harder and harder to hate?
It was wrong. I was with Noah, kind of. It was him who I should’ve been thinking about.
Noah, who was the perfect boyfriend and gentleman and all-around great guy, except for when he got stressed out in which case he could be basically a whole different person.
So why couldn't I get Jace out of my head?
I tossed and turned, fighting the feelings that churned inside me. The wanting, how forbidden it all felt, how my body responded to even the memory of him, the smallest point of contact on his skin.
When I finally fell asleep, the dreams came.
And for someone who never dreamed, who only saw blackness then the next morning. It might as well have been reality.
We were back in the police station, Jace and I. Back at the holding cell.
But this time, when Jace pushed me against the wall, when he said in his rough, husky voice. "Ask whatever you want that’ll bring you back into my arms. Ask and it’s yours." I didn't pull away.
"Kiss me," I breathed. "Please."
“As you wish,” Jace said, his gaze dropping to my lips, his eyes glazing over with hunger.
His mouth crashed into mine, hot and demanding, showing me what exactly I’d missed, what I had found myself craving for so long even though it was a terrible idea.
His hands were everywhere; in my hair, on my hips, sliding up under my shirt. I gasped against his lips as his fingers traced soft patterns on my bare skin.
"Been wanting to do this all day," he growled against my neck. "Watching you in those glasses, biting your pen when you concentrate. Driving me fucking crazy."
It made no sense that he was talking about us studying together, when we were in the police station long before that ever happened, but dream me didn’t give a single fuck.
He spun me around, my back against the cold wall, his body pinning me there. One hand braced beside my head, the other sliding down, down—
"Jace," I whimpered.
"Say it again." His lips found that spot behind my ear that made me shiver. "Say my name."
"Jace—"
His hands found the hem of my dress, the tight little red one from the party, and began sliding it up slowly, torturously up my waist, past my shoulders.
His eyes were dark and impossibly hungry, as he took me in, his eyes dragging appreciatively down my naked body.
I couldn’t stop shaking, I had never felt anything quite like this before. I didn’t know anything about sex, other than what was taught in Biology class with textbook diagrams and such.
The thought of it had always embarrassed me, and I would tune it out when I heard other students talk about it.
But when he looked at me like that, eyes full of worship and ownership, master and slave all at once, I felt ready.
I wanted to find out what the big deal was, I wanted to get this sexual frustration I’d been struggling with all day out of my system, and there was no one better than Jace to teach it to me.
"Unbelievable," he murmured. His fingers traced up my thighs, leaving fire in their wake while I held on to him for dear life. "So utterly perfect, every bit of you, mine.”
"Yes," I gasped. "Yours."
He kissed down my neck, my collarbone, going lower… and lower. His hands worshipped every curve, every inch of skin he could reach. I arched into him, needing more, needing everything he had to give and then some.
"Please," I begged.
"Please what?" His voice was rough, teasing me senseless. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
"Touch me. I’ve been wanting you to do it all day, so please..."
He groaned, his control snapping. His hands gripped my hips as he lifted me completely off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist.
The dress was gone, I didn't remember him taking it off, but suddenly there was nothing between us but heat and need. I gasped when I felt him slowly pushing inside me, deeper and deeper and…
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
We both froze.
Noah stood outside the cell, dressed as a police officer, his face cold and disapproving as he rapped his knuckles against the bars.
"Time's up," he said flatly. "Time to go, Lena.”
I jolted awake, my alarm ringing loudly before shaking itself off my windowsill and crashing to the ground, the same knock coming from my bedroom door.
My body was hot, and aching, and confused, and my heart was racing. My sheets were twisted around my legs. And I was... I was...
Had I just…
Oh no.