Page 40 of Tricked By Jack

Her chin lifts a fraction. “I’m not going anywhere in this dress.”

I don’t waste time arguing or negotiating. “You don’t make the rules here, Eve.” I guide her forward, ignoring her attempt to dig in her heels. “You don’t decide what you need. I do.”

She tries to twist out of my grasp, but I tighten my hold just enough to make her gasp, a reminder of our positions in this new reality.

I steer her down the hallway toward the bedroom, feeling the building resistance in her body with each step. She’s moving like someone on borrowed time—burning through adrenaline and fury, her exhaustion held at bay by sheer will and animal instinct.

Pushing her into the bedroom, I release her arm and turn on the light. She stumbles forward two steps, the fabric of her dress whispering against the hardwood, then freezes. Her gaze locks on the shadowed corner, on what waits for her there. The cage.

Eve’s breathing changes, becoming shallow and quick. Her eyes flick between the metal, the door, and me. I can see the calculations running behind those eyes—distance, angles, probability of success.

“Don’t,” I warn, but it’s too late.

She lunges for the door. I pivot smoothly, catchingher around the waist as she tries to dart past me. Her momentum carries us both forward, but I control the stumble, twisting so my shoulder hits the wall instead of her head.

“Let me go!” she screams, all pretense of calm shattered. Her nails rake down my forearm, drawing blood in thin lines. “You fucking psycho!”

I lock my arms around her, pinning her own to her sides. She writhes against me with a desperation that feels like a fucking aphrodisiac.

“Stop fighting,” I command, my voice level despite the struggle. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

Her answer is to slam her head back, aiming for my nose. I turn just in time, taking the blow on my cheek instead. Pain blossoms, sharp and clarifying. I tighten my grip, using my weight to force her down to the floor.

“Enough.” My voice booms.

She twists beneath me, bucking up with her hips in an attempt to throw me off. I capture her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other closes around her throat.

“Are you done?” I snarl, staring down at her flushed face.

Her answer is to spit directly into my eye.

The only reaction she gets is my slow blinking to clear my vision. “The next time you spit at me, I’ll make you drool all over my cock and use it as lube so I can fuck your ass. Got it?”

Pressing her lips together, she refuses to answer me. Wrong move.

I unsheathe the knife at my belt and press it to her sternum. Her breath stutters. One slow drag down the front splits the corset open.

“You want to act like an animal?” I rasp. “Then you don’t get clothes.”

With her wrists still pinned, I grab the sides of the ruined dress and rip. The corset peels away from her chest in jagged flaps. But the rest? The weight of her body pins it beneath her, and I don’t hesitate—I wrench it out from under her back, dragging the crushed skirt fabric down her hips, over her thighs, and off her legs in a single violent pull.

Her chest rises and falls, fast and shallow. Whether it’s fury or arousal fueling it, I can’t tell. Doesn’t matter.I see the way her nipples tighten, and the flush that creeps up her throat.

I see everything. And I plan to make her feel it.

I slide my hand between her thighs and cup her pussy—firm, possessive, a filthy claim. Her breath snags in her throat. I press my fingers against her slit and feel the heat, the slickness already coating her folds like an invitation she refuses to admit.

“Still soaked,” I chuckle darkly. “Or are you soaked for me,again?”

She shakes her head in a useless denial. But her body’s already told me the truth.

I slip two fingers between her folds and drag them up, slow and deliberate, before rubbing tight, punishing circles against her clit.

“Stop,” she gasps, but her hips twitch. “Don’t—”

“Why?” I demand, rubbing harder. “You think I didn’t notice how you moaned for me? How your pussy clenched around my cock like it wanted to keep me?”

She bucks beneath me, mouth falling open in a soundless cry. Her thighs tremble.