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this chapter contains sexual content

Jason POV

I shot my lips forward, encompassing her body with mine. Her hand dropped from the wall, wrapping around my waist tightly. I pressed my body into her as my arms snaked around her neck.

I could feel my cock growing against me as my arms continue to wrap around her neck then down to her back.

"You said no to this," I said into her lips. "You said this was a bad thing."

"I know, but I can't help myself when I'm around you Jason, I want you so fucking bad,'' she said back, finally confessing to me.

My nose played along the tip of her nose. I fluttered my eyes open and found her staring at me with those gorgeous eyes. I pinned her back against the wall again, but this time, my hands were on her hips.

Her moans were soft, and her whispers of an agreement were like a concerto ushering in a symphony. I slid my tongue as far back as I could go before I raked it along her slit, gathering as much of her sweet lips.

"Jason," she said breathlessly. "Oh, Jason."

Our lips collided and her tongue lapped her juices off my face. Electricity shot through my body, rising up my spine and standing my hairs against my neck. Her hands slid my pants down as her delicate hand wrapped around my cock.

I touched her down there and felt the wetness dripping down on my left hand.

We were hungry for each other and I knew she was horny as fuck. I knew she wanted this so badly as much as I want to do with her.

''You're so wet,'' I whispered.

''I know, you're so hard,'' she whispered back.

I found her clit, and I circled it delicately. I traced my fingers into her pussy as my right hand held her right waist to the elevator wall.

''Jason... I'm coming, please don't stop,'' she moaned.

''Yeah?''

''Yes, please."I'm so close," she said in a whisper. "Please, don't stop."

The sound was delicate, soft like a whisper against the wind. I rolled deep into her hips, setting a momentum her tired body could keep up with.

''Mmm oh my gosh,'' she said, finally came in my hand.

We were breathing heavily to each other's faces and I kissed her harshly after.

''Do you believe me now?'' I whispered to her face.

''Yes, I do.''

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[Jason's mansion]

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Violet's mouth dropped.

''No fucking way,'' she whispered as I unlocked the doors.

''Casa mia è casa tua'' [ Italian: my home is your home]

''Huh, do you ever get lonely?'' She said, turning her body to me.

''Not really, kinda used to it.''

''Where's everybody? Maids? Chefs? Security guards?''

''Vacation.''

''Jason Vella allows vacation to his employees? Wow, that's a shocker.''

I chortled. ''Yeah, I know. Every two months I give them a two-week vacation. It's something out of my generosity to do so. Besides, I think they are all tired of me being up in their ass all the time.''

''I bet they are,'' she giggled.

God, I love it when she giggles.

''Want to see the rest?''

''Of this?''

''Yeah. Do you?''

''Yes, of course.''

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Violet and I were in my bedroom, as I dimmed the ceiling lights a bit low.

''You know, I must say this house is incredibly beautiful,'' Violet said, plodding her way towards me.

''Thank you.''

''Never knew you had some great taste in interior design.''

''Learned it from my sister, she taught me a bit.''

''That's nice.''

''Yes, and so are you.''

I watched her lips twitch up in amusement, her eyes sparkle with what I'd grown to recognize as desire. Her small, delicate hand reached up and caressed my scruffy face.

"You're too much, Jason. You know that, right?"

Hands tugged hair, noses collided, tongues and lips danced; the kiss seemed to last the entire way home.

I don't know how I heard the announcement for her stop, but I did and looked at her puzzled, wondering what's going on with her.

With my hands still buried in her curls, she pulled back and announced breathlessly,'' Jason, this... I just... I don't know... I don't want to...,'' she ran out of breath from kissing hard.

''What's the matter?''

''Why me? Why now?''

''Because I want you, Violet, I want you so fucking bad that it kills me each time I don't touch you, kiss you, smell that alluring vanilla scent of yours. You drive me crazy. I know we can't be anything, I know that, but when has known anything stopped me from feeling it? Knowing better stopped me from wanting it?''

''I feel the same way,'' she whispered back to me.

''You do?''

''Yes, I always have."