Page 60 of Claimed By the Villain

She startles, almost like she did the other time, dropping the skillet with a loud clang.

Jackie’s wearing the T-shirt I had on yesterday, and my cock reacts when I look at her endless legs and see the marks from my hands on them.

She doesn’t turn around, even though she knows I’m here.

She brings her finger, probably burned, to her lips, still avoiding eye contact.

I move closer without a word, not playing the savior this time like I did yesterday.

Instead, I press my body to hers from behind, take her injured hand, and bring it to my mouth.

I know she’s showered, and I wish she hadn’t, because some primitive part of me wants her to smell like me.

Yeah, I know it’s fucking insane, but I’m starting to make peace with the fact that I’ve never been all that normal, and when it comes to Jackie, my madness hits dangerous levels.

She seems to have stopped breathing as I suck the burned finger, but that delicious body leans back into mine, her warmth spreading into my skin.

I wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her still against me, and bite her shoulder through the fabric of the T-shirt.

“Turn around and say good morning to me, Jackie.”

She hesitates before finally turning to face me.

“Good morning,” she says softly, then rises on her toes to give me a quick kiss on the chin.

“What were you making?”

“Food. I like to cook, and I’m starving. I… uh… figured it wouldn’t be a problem to use your things.”

“A little late to ask. You already made dinner last night. One that went to waste.”

Her cheeks flush.

“I need to clean the oven. I completely forgot.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’m not.”

Jackie’s lying.

Her eyes keep darting around, trying to focus on anything in the kitchen but me, and then a deeply unpleasant thought hits me.

“Did I hurt you last night?”

The flush deepens.

“What?”

“You heard me. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but I know I can be a little rough during sex.”

Her expression shuts down, and I have no fucking clue why.

Pushing at my chest, she moves away from me.

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“What did I say wrong?”