Page 28 of Spark

“Who do you belong to, Jaden?” Darren growled behind me, twisting my hair tighter in his fist and fucking me with that much more force. When I didn’t answer right away, he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a bruise and forced a scream from my throat. He wasn’t as rough as he usually was, but that didn’t mean he was exactly gentle either. “Answer me, little girl, now,” he barked.

“Ah!” I groaned as the pressure against my G-spot grew all over again. “You, you selfish bastard!” I yelled as my fingers nearly clawed through the sheets.

Another smack to my ass for the sass. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

A few seconds later, Darren finally found his release and emptied himself into me completely, finishing off my second orgasm. When it was over, he released me, and I fell flat on my stomach, fully satisfied and out of breath.

“So no more stir-fry, right?” I asked, my chest heaving for air. With each breath, the ache in my side I had ignored earlier continued to grow, becoming more and more noticeable, but not enough for me to give voice to my concern. I had probably only strained the muscle a bit. No big deal.

I could feel Darren’s form lower, his lips finding my temple and kissing me softly. “No more stir-fry,” he affirmed gently.

I sighed in satisfaction, almost victorious, and closed my eyes only for a moment before exhaustion took over completely and surrounded me in blackness.

* * *

God-fucking-dammit.

I had been an idiot, a total fucking idiot. I had robbed myself of the greatest thing I had ever known just so I would learn never to allow it to slip through my fingers again. And though it had been well worth the wait, I would never put myself through that shit again, no matter what Jaden did. I wanted her whole so I could fuck her broken. The recovery time wouldn’t be as long then.

Jaden was out like a light, and I wasn’t really that surprised. I hadn’t exactly gone easy on her, too anxious and desperate to finally have her again. Her body was spent as she laid beneath me, her soft milky white skin and long red hair contrasting beautifully against the dark green satin sheets. All I wanted to do was wrap those silky red strands around my fist and pull just to hear that gasp of desire leave her lungs. My heart started to race just thinking about her, and it made me realize how totally fucking obsessed I was.

I left Jaden to sleep, grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. If I didn’t walk away now, we wouldn’t be leaving that bed for days, and Jaden was not up for that… yet.

Five minutes later, I was out of the shower, and my dick had finally calmed down. I changed into the sweatpants, all the while drying my hair with the towel. I could have sworn I heard Jaden call out my name, something she never did.

Panic struck me as I wrenched the bathroom door open and rushed over to her, trying to keep myself calm. Jade was hunched in a ball on the bed, her closed fists pressing into her forehead as she strained against her obvious pain. Fuck, I should have been gentler with her.

“Where does it hurt, Jaden?” I asked gently, leaning over her to examine every inch.

Her eyes remained closed as she answered.

“Right where my tattoo is,” she gritted, pointing at the feather tattoo on her ribs.

I moved my hands toward her ribs to feel for any tenderness when she protested. “Don’t, don’t!” she panicked, cringing into herself even more. Fucking hell.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?” I asked. I hoped I hadn’t fucking broken them more.

“Six,” she gritted.

“Jaden,” I warned. She was lying. Jaden wouldn’t bitch about pain unless it was an eight or above. She wasn’t a little bitch like others were.

“Okay, nine,” she finally admitted. Not good.

“Is it difficult to breathe?”

“No,” she said, biting her lip now. “Just hurts when I do.”

“I’ll call Sid. Do not move,” I said and immediately started dialing.

“Yes?” Sid answered on the first ring.

“Jaden’s in pain. Bring your kit, along with her painkillers. Heavy doses,” I ordered, my eyes never leaving Jaden.

“On my way,” he said, and I hung up, immediately turning my attention back to Jaden.

She was taking slow, shallow breaths through her nose, her eyes were clenched shut, and her knuckles turned white as they rested against her forehead. I looked at the spot where she claimed to feel the pain, looking for discoloration or bruising. She had a few tiny bruises on her hips from my fingertips but nothing noticeable on her rib cage.

I took her small fist from her head and unwrapped her fingers to wrap them around mine. She squeezed them tightly, and she fought to keep her breathing under control. I kissed her fingers, trying to be as gentle as possible.