Page 101 of Bedlam
“Ok, just lie back and keep your eyes closed. He must’ve hit you hard with the gun.” I say, placing the blanket down on the cold ground and lay Jameson’s head against the backpack, elevating it. I walk over to the man who's currently convulsing.
“Sucks that you chose to work for a monster, now your life is over. Good riddance.” I spit, slamming my heel down on the handle of the blade, watching it sink further into his throat.
Bending down, I rip it out along with the one in the side of his neck. Blood sprays over my chest and all I can think is I’m glad I’m wearing black. I wipe the blades over his hoodie and take out his phone, looking for the last number he called. Pressing the green button, it rings until a familiar voice picks up on the other end.
“Is it done?” he asks.
“No, it’s not. But The Kings will send their regards since the queen already took The Aces off the board. You’re next, puppet master. Run and hide Dalton, because I’m coming for you.” I spit, hanging up on the prick before he could respond. I takemy heel and smash the phone to pieces and slide it into the side pocket of the backpack.
“Open those blue eyes, Jamie. Let me see you.” I command as he peels them open.
“Finally. I can see,” he says and I laugh.Lord, help me with these men.
“Good. Can we finish our date now?” I ask, and he laughs.
“Come here,” he orders, and I straddle his lap.
“That was fucking hot what you said to my father over the phone. So fucking hot, Princess.” He praises.
“I’m just a queen protecting her kings.” I confess, and he smiles.
“Until my pulse stops beating,” he says, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“What?” he asks me, giving me a look of confusion.
“Is that all you will ever say to me?” I shout, and he shakes his head.
“Why do you need the words? Why? Fine, I love you, Jade.” He says and I click my teeth.
“Wow, Jameson. After all this time. Really? You don’t fucking love me, let alone yourself. Let’s not forget, I was just a job to you and now just an obsession. Because that’s what you do. Obsess over things.” I say and he laughs.
“Correction, my possession,” he states proudly, and I huff.
“See exactly, a possession, that's not love, Jameson. Remember, people are just vessels for you to stick your dick into–” I don’t even get to finish. He quickly sits up, wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing.
“Did you fucking forget I sunk a knife deeper into my already bleeding chest and twisted it? Willing to end my fucking life as long as it brought you back? If not for me, for them. If my fucking heart stopped beating only to make yours beat, I’d dieten times over, you ungrateful bitch,” he spits and I slap him across the face.
“Then fucking say it, and mean it, you prick.” I yell as much as I can because he only squeezes my throat tighter.
“How’s this for love?” He growls, reaching his free hand into this pocket and taking out a box.
“Look at what’s in there. You say I don’t love you, but here you go.” He growls again as I take the box in my hand. Opening it, I try to gasp, but my breath catches in my throat as my eyes widen, filling with tears. He lets go of my throat enough to let me speak.
“What does this mean?” I hiccup as he wipes the lone tear that falls from my eye.
“Marry us. You’re already married to Spade, and having Dario’s babies, I wanted to get you a ring that signifies our love. The diamonds are from our collections. I had this personally made by the best jeweler in California. I just want to be a part of this with you and my brothers, and this was all I could think of. A ring to show my love and my seriousness of this relationship, this life and how much you and my brothers mean to me.” He confesses, letting everything I’ve ever wanted to hear finally spill from his sweet lips.
“Yes, yes, Jamie. Of course I’ll marry you, and them.” I say excitedly as more tears pour down my face. He takes the ring and slides it on my finger.
“Breathtaking, just like you. I fucking love you, Jade. I loved you first. You were mine first. You will always be mine,” he whispers against my lips.
“Forever and always, Jamie.” I say, kissing his lips as he unbuckles his dress pants, taking his cock out.
“Ride me,” he orders andI rise on my knees, push my panties to the side and sink down on his hard cock. We both groan, wrapping our arms around each other as he bites my shoulder and I roll my hips, fucking his cock hard and fast. Sweat beginsto drip down my chest as he pulls my dress down, taking my nipple into his mouth. I push his face further into my chest as I bounce up and down, milking his cock. I moan his name as he pushes me on my back and slams into me at a brutal pace, lifting a leg over his shoulder, flicking my clit.
“So fucking tight, Princess. You take my cock so fucking good, baby. Fuck.” He groans as I reach underneath his shirt and drag my nails roughly down his back, hoping to leave marks in their wake.
“Fill me, Jamie.” I pant as he bites my nipples and pinches my clit. I scream my release as I gush all over his cock.