Chapter Fifteen

I tangle my fingers in his hair and moan which causes him to pull me onto his lap. I have to maneuver just to avoid the steering wheel, but once I’m straddling him, I’m grinding frantically against him.

“Oh Jay,” I murmur passionately against his mouth before he moves to kiss the column of my jaw, down my throat until he stops at my collarbone and I feel his hands moving on my hips beneath my shirt.

“I want you too. I n-need you.” A guttural groan rolls off his tongue and I press my pussy hard against the crotch of his jeans. His hands reach my breasts which heave with each ragged breath I pull into my lungs. His thumbs graze my hardened nipples and I cry out and arch my back.

“Don’t stop, Jay. Please.” I beg him and he adheres. He pushes my shirt up and captures an aching nipple in his mouth, suckling and nipping the sensitive buds until I’m writhing desperately on his lap.

“Fuck, Akira. I have to have you right now.” I lift above him, and he frees his throbbing cock from his jeans, and I moan at the sight of it.

“Take me, Jay,” I whisper, giving him permission to hold my hip and guide my pussy to the head of his cock. I’m already clenching from remembrance.

“What are you doing to me?” He continues to repeat that as I slide down his length and we moan simultaneously when he’s filled me completely.

“What are you doing to me?” I parrot as we both stare into each other’s eyes and I begin to move up and down. “You’re changing me also.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh, Jay! Jay!

You feel so good!” I cry out, eyes closed tightly as I let the feeling take over my body. I hope Will sees me with him and it destroys him. Because he is more of a man than Will ever will be.

“I’m going to come!” I warn as I feel that warmth spreading through my lower body until it’s claimed every inch. Jay curses and begins to slam me down on him until I’m quivering and pulsating around his length.

“Fucking come for me, Akira. I want to feel you come on me,” He groans.

“Oh god!” I scream as the blinding pleasure barrels through me. It rattles me completely until I’m shaking badly on him.

“Look at me, Akira.” He cups my chin. “Look at me when I come inside of you.”

I moan and open my eyes and watch as he gets that gorgeous look of ecstasy. His mouth is open slightly, as he pants, and his face turns a light shade of pink. I feel his cock swelling inside of me, followed by him filling me with his cum.

“Akira!” He groans as he comes, and I can’t help myself. I lean forward and kiss him. I don’t worry about the dangerous game I’m playing at the moment. All I can think about is Jay and how badly I want him.

“I’m sorry about everything,” I rasp breathlessly before I slowly climb off him. He takes a moment to compose himself before he fixes his pants.

I shouldn’t do this anymore with him.

Wordlessly, he begins to drive again, and I wish I knew what was on his mind.

His phone rings and he curses before he retrieves it from the cup holder. He barks into it.

“What? I will be back soon. I did what I fucking had to!”

I hope he’s alright…

“Thirty minutes,” He hisses before hanging up angrily and continuing to drive.

“Is everything okay? Jay?”

That did not seem like a pleasant phone call. Was it Dominico?

Jay doesn’t answer. He just shakes his head and continues to drive. When we return to the mansion, he pulls up out front and snaps at a man standing near the front door after we both get out of the car.

“Bring her back to her room. Safely.”

The man looks at me before he replies.

“Dominico wants you to bring her.”

“To hell with that—”

“He said she will attend. It’s not open for debate.”

Jay curses and grabs a hold of my arm before he guides me alongside him. When we get to Dominico’s office, men are stationed outside and there are more inside.

God, who are all these people?

I feel my hands begin to shake when Jay releases my arm and I’m standing in the middle of the room with all of those eyes on me. Dominico’s expression is guarded. I’m unsure of which way this conversation will go.

He killed Cross… There have to be repercussions for that.

“Jay,” I say his name warningly and he doesn’t even look at me.

“It seems you’ve captured the trust of the captive. Does she enjoy being your pet?” Dominico questions menacingly.

“What the hell is this about Dominico?”

Dominico chuckles. “You killed Cross… didn’t you.”

“Yes. I did. They had no right to disobey me. We gain nothing of her death right now.”

“That’s not necessarily true.”

Jay frowns and closes his hands into fists. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Dominico taps his chin. “It means it would be a lesson. An example.” His cold gaze shifts to me and I shiver which makes him grin.

“I think you’ve lost your way, Jay. Letting what’s between a woman’s thighs dictate your actions. I’m disappointed in you.”

Dominico’s eyes move from me to Jay to some of the other men in the room.

“Let’s correct it now, shall we?” Dominico nods to the men and I seize up, expecting them to grab me, but they get to Jay, grabbing him by the arms. Jay curses and wrenches his arms free but more hold him down. Someone’s screaming.

It’s me.

“Let him go! No! Jay!” I run at them, aiming for one man as I begin to pull them off Jay, but I’m thrown back when one grabs a hold of my hair and yanks. I scream until I hit the floor and my head spins.

“Jay,” I croak weakly as I try and compose myself, but my head hurts as I’m hauled back up. Jay is handcuffed as men surround him and punch him in the gut. “I’m begging you! Please don’t hurt him!”

Tears well up in my eyes and they roll down my cheeks relentlessly, clouding my vision, and still, I yell.

“Dominico! Please! You have to stop them.” I shout, begging desperately for the madness to end. “Take me instead. Please! Torture me! Not him!”

The words leaving my lips are bizarre. I know they are, completely, yet I keep yelling at them.

“Torture me!”

Someone delivers another blow to Jay’s stomach and he grunts in pain but doesn’t yell out.

“Stop it!” I stomp like a child but I’m desperate at this point. Dominico laughs as I scream and another man steps behind me, wrenching my arms back and I cry out in pain as he cuffs me.

“Stop it or so help me!”

Dominico holds up his hand to the man that has a blade now poked into Jay’s side. The man doesn’t move, just watches.

“What will you do? You are nothing here. Nothing but a fucking distraction that Jay needs to learn how to avoid. He is a DeLuca. Here we don’t let women dictate our actions. Here, we do what needs to be done. And you’ve gotten in the way of that. But we will remind him now. So he’ll never forget.”

Dominico nods to the man and that’s when the carving begins. Jay bites his lip, shaking as pain must be consuming him while the man beside him on his right begins to carve deep into his flesh. The wound oozes blood.

“What are you doing?” I ask desperately. I’m surprised that Jay isn’t screaming but the look in his eyes holds enough malice to burn the world to the ground. He won’t give them the satisfaction of his pain, just as he’s been taught.

“I will do anything. Please.” My voice is barely a whisper. Dominico arches his brow curiously.

“Anything?” He counters, contemplation on his face.

“Yes. Absolutely anything.”

Dominico nods, and that’s when Jay screams.

“No! She’s not fucking going!”

Dominico nods again and Jay is punched in the mouth. I cringe.

“I’ll agree if you stop hurting him. Please,” I plea once again.

“Fine. There is a man with very peculiar tastes who we are trying to secure a financial deal with. We have nothing he considers valuable, but you might be a good bargaining chip. He likes little dark-haired girls.”

“No,” Jay hisses with a pained voice.

“Get him the fuck out of my sight,” Dominico snarls and gestures for them to remove Jay and that’s when I see the name carved in his side.

Akira…

It’s there so he never forgets that the DeLuca name comes before any woman.

They begin to haul Jay away and I wince as he continues to scream.

“Don’t fucking do it! Don’t! Akira! No! You won’t come back alive…”

The last sentence is stated weakly, but if it means he won’t be hurt anymore then I’ll do it.

“I’ll go,” I agree. “I will…. But what about Will?”

“Do not worry about him,” Dominico replies. I sniffle and peer over my shoulder at the door, yearning to throw my arms around Jay.

“When will I go?” I question. Dominico strokes his chin.

“Tomorrow night. I will make the arrangements.”

I’m hauled away, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, but I will myself not to cry.

I need to be strong for Jay.

I owe him for saving my life.