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Aoi

Yearning for kindness and innocent affection, I reach for his cheek, but he pins my hand down.

Instead of the soft kiss I wish he’d place on my lips, he slides his tongue over the teeth mark and licks the blood away. “You had it coming. Why speak about that boy when your lips should only mention my fucking name?”

Jason’s fingers unclasp my pants, taking hold of my throbbing member.

I gasp, arching my back into him. “I’m sorry but this is actually importa-”

“Are you trying to piss me off?” he cuts me off, painfully tightening his grip.

My heartbeat is a ragged mess, and he starts stroking my cock. “No…I-”

His stroking becomes rougher and faster. I can’t utter a word, only breathless gasps and moans reverberate. Why can’t he listen to me for a second?! He unties his tie and wraps it around the base of my length, tying it securely enough to act as a barrier.

“Don’t talk to me about that brat,” he snarls, flashing his amber irises in irritation.

Panting savagely, I sense my mind liquifying into a puddle of lust and shame. I have to say my point now or else I’ll lose the chance to. He picks me up by the waist and sits me down on the onyx ebony desk. The surface is icy against my burning skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“What are you? A child? Stop being jealous over a kid.”

“I’m not jealous, my dear. I’m protective of what’s mine.”

I scoff, “How convenient.”

“Focus on me and don’t even think about uttering a word about him.”

Akin to a starving beast, he raises his deathly frame from the chair and awes down at me with the aura of a predator. He’s sculpted like a Greek God from top to bottom. His suit is wrapped around his firm muscles so perfectly one can see his gorgeous physique despite the layers of expensive fabric.

I want to touch him. I want him to touch me .

Not like a lustful man, driven by desire. Rather in the same manner as swans mate for life and only yearn for each other. A need as pure as corrupt, for an ephemeral love inconceivable to humankind.

“Then fuck me till I can’t speak anymore.”

If the only way in which I’m loved is through passionate intercourse, then so be it.

“You don’t need to tell me twice. Spread your thighs,” he commands, perfectly aware of the control he holds over me.

I obey and part them for him, leaning back on my elbows. Preparing me for his length, I take this opportunity to speak. “I made a decision concerning Visha.”

The moment his name leaves my mouth, Jason’s anger thrusts into me. I gasp loudly and grit my teeth at the sudden sharp sting. Why’s he so angry at a helpless kid?

“I warned you,” he growls, thrusting two fingers inside me.

I moan half in pain half in pleasure. “And I said-”

He curls his fingers, pressing my sensitive spot and doing his utmost best to insufferably tease me while scissoring my hole.

“To fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore. I know,” he interrupts, looming over me akin to a wicked shadow.

That asshole knows how to piss me off. I can’t retort because his fingers are doing one hell of a job. After stretching me out he slides his member over my entrance, lingering impatiently. I catch my breath, inhaling and exhaling the little amount of oxygen he allows me to. Jason stands between my thighs, hard and ready, but he stares down at me without a word.

“What?” I breathe, trying to regain an ounce of control long lost in this madness. “Did you forget you had an email to send?”

“You and your jokes.”

“Why’d you stop? Seemed like you wanted to tear me apart a second ago. It can’t be that you’re already sick of me before even putting it in.”

“The taste of you is a gift from heaven. I could never be sick of you.” His grip on my thigh shifts as he slides one of his hands up my leg and kisses my ankle before dropping it on his shoulder. “It’s clear you want to talk about that little shit so get it over with before I lose my patience.”

I smirk, satisfied with myself. “Wow, you’re so kind.”

“Are you done with the sarcasm?”

“Alright, sorry,” I say, carefully choosing my words. “I decided to fully care for him.”

Jason, who was trailing kisses down my leg halts and side eyes me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His tone betrays the boiling anger hiding underneath his peachy skin. He’s going to take his frustration out on me. I know he will but that’s my fault for angering him.

I prop myself up on my elbows and smirk. “I’m cold. Don’t leave me hanging so suddenly.” He frowns, clearly demanding an answer but he knows he won’t get one until I’m certain that he won’t throw the whole desk out of the window. “Hello? Earth to Jason.”

“He’s going to live with you?” he asks, and I nod.

His grip on my leg tightens painfully. It hurts, but I don’t dare complain because I’m the culprit. He’s mad because I’m breaking our deal. I can’t lie though, I feel like I poked a sleeping lion.

“Jason. If you don’t put it in now, I’ll go find someone else that will.”

As if I flipped a switch in him, he thrusts his entire length in me and I moan, disguising my pain, as pleasure. Tears well up in my eyes, and it takes everything in me not to cry. Fuck . I knew it. I knew provoking him would make it hurt, but I needed to calm him down somehow and fucking me does the job.

I can’t stop shaking. I reach for him with a trembling voice. “Wait…wait.”

I inhale, attempting to ignore the striking pain. He intertwines our fingers and kisses the back of my hand. Jason isn’t a man of many words, especially not apologies.

“Be gentler. You’ll tear me in half with that rod of yours.”

He stays put, letting me adjust to his size. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Please, listen and don’t get mad,” I plead, silently cursing my lack of power.

Jason’s hazel eyes harshly focus on me. A frown between his brows and jaw shut tightly. He’s cooperating. That’s a good sign, I think?

“He told me everything about what his foster family did to him. J, it’s horrible. I can’t let him go back. Finding him another foster family or an adoptive one would take too much time. And what if they’re even worse than his current one?”

“Why should I care about what happens to him?”

I gawk at him, unsettled by his cruelty. “Because I care. Because he’s a defenseless child and he needs our help. You shouldn’t need a fucking reason!”

“I only care about you . My only wish is to have you content by my side.”

“Then be on my side when I tell you that I want to help him. Choose me and support my decision.”

He lets go of my hand and pushes himself deeper inside, making me wince. “So, you want to take him in? As his legal guardian? You said you didn’t want to earlier.”

I lift myself up and grab the collar of his white shirt. “If you do that again, I’ll snap your dick in two.”

Okay he’s mad. Fine, I get it but still what the hell? He has no right to hurt me simply because he’s angry at some stupid deal we made that I failed to uphold. It’s not as if I did it on purpose. Why can’t he see my point of view for once? Why is it always me adjusting to him?

“I decided, okay? I’m taking him in whether you like it or not. I promised Visha, I wouldn’t let him go back to that hellhole and I intend on keeping my word. Now you have two options. You either fuck me or I’m leaving. Either way Visha will be living with me. There’s nothing you can do or say to change my mind, and you know that.”

He stays silent for a minute then sighs loudly. “You’re too kind for your own good.”

His gaze softens as he caresses my cheek, gently sliding his thumb over the dried-out tears. I let out the breath I subconsciously held in and smile. “I know but seriously, Jason I’m freezing so hold me, please. I don’t feel like turning into a popsicle.”

He bursts out laughing but lifts me up, caging me in his warm embrace. I snuggle closer as I wrap my arms around his neck. He might be an asshole ninety-nine percent of the time but when it comes to that last one percent, he’s the most devoted man I know.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

I lean over his ear and whisper, “Now make me scream.”

“As you wish, my dear."

***

Jason helps me put my clothes back on after cleaning myself up with wet wipes. It’s already two in the morning when I glance at the digital clock on the wall.

I gather the rest of my stuff and as I’m about to pull the door open my heart sinks. I turn around in horror. “What?”

It can’t be that I misheard right? Did he really just say what I think he said?

Jason’s expression is stone-cold as he repeats the words, I was hoping were a figment of my imagination. “If you take the brat in, consider my financial support on hold.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Why do you hate him so much? He’s just a kid!” I shout, helpless in the face of unwavering resolve.

How can he do this to me ?

Jason scoffs. “I’ll freeze every single account you use under my name. Until you get rid of him, you can forget about asking me for help. Good luck paying your bills, your tuition, the rent of the apartment and of course managing your car. Everything I’m paying for will now be under your responsibility.”

Readjusting his tie without an ounce of sympathy for the hope and trust he just shattered, he crosses his arms over his chest more seriously than ever.

I can’t believe it. That’s disgusting and yet he has no scruples being this selfish. All because of a kid? No, it’s not Visha’s fault if Jason’s a bastard.

“How could you? You let me believe that you understood just so you can do this ?”

“I thought you knew me better than that, my dear,” he snarls. “You thought you could waltz in like a flower and manipulate me into letting you off easy? For whom do you take me?”

My heart hammers in my ears and for a second my vision goes dark. “I- I don’t understand. You’re lying to me. This is just a sick joke, isn’t it? You wouldn’t do this. Not to me.”

He merely watches me heave but doesn’t bother arguing.

“Tell me this isn’t true!” I yell, clutching my chest. “Say it!”

His jaw flexes and he picks up a pen off the ground but not a word leaves his mouth. Nothing. No. No, this can’t be. I knew he was cruel, but this is too much.

“Fine. I’ll survive without you.” I spin around and slam the door behind me.

I’m too stunned to think straight. I feel so fucking stupid and humiliated but mostly hurt . A swamp of nausea bubbles in my stomach, threatening to soil the ground.

I reach my car and drive back home. Visha’s still sound asleep when I arrive but all I can think about are my eyes stinging and the familiar pressure buzzing behind them, begging me to let it all out. How could he be so cruel? How could he do this to me?

No, it’s my fault. How could I be so freaking dumb? I should’ve known this would happen. Jason begrudges anyone, I just didn’t think he’d treat me like he does others. How foolish of me to believe I’m different. I’m not special in his eyes. His kisses meant nothing.

Nothing.

I’m nothing.