Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(40)

“That’s my job,” Jace growled. “There are bodies all over the outskirts of Frelen, babe. And they're not from Back Down Devil pulling a trigger. Christ. What do you think this is? What do you think life is? Some kind of game? Some kind of fairytale? Is that what you want?”

“I used to,” Jordyn said.

“What changed it?”

“You,” Jordyn blurted you. “You did it. I f*cking hate you for that.”

That’s when Jace touched her. He took her by shoulders and held her. “Say that again. Tell me you hate me. Let it out.”

“I hate you for sticking in my mind,” Jordyn said. “For making it impossible to run away from all this.”

“Good. Hate me.”

“But it’s more, Jace. I hate you for making me fall for you!”

Jace shook his head and then came at her. One hand landed on the small of Jordyn’s back and the other at her face. His thumb traced her bottom lip and he gently kissed her.

“You can leave anytime you want,” Jace whispered. “But you’ll never find anything more real than this.”

“I know,” Jordyn whispered. She suddenly felt like she could cry. She had a lump in her throat and her eyes were getting blurry. “I know.”

“You liked what you saw with Blaine, didn’t you? That wild shit… you want me to do that?”

“I didn’t say…”

Jace closed her mouth for her to stop her from talking.

“Close your eyes.”

She did.

She could hear leather snapping gently. She then felt Jace grab both of her wrists. As she opened her eyes, Jace was wrapping his belt around her wrists.

“Jace… what the hell…”

“Come on,” Jace said. “I’m tying you to my f*cking bed.”

Jace tugged on the belt and pulled her to the bed. She was forced to climb up and then watch as he wrapped the remaining part of the belt around the headboard of his bed. He pulled it tight and then gently put his fingers to Jordyn’s face and forced her to look at him.

“Do you f*cking trust me?” he asked.

Jordyn hesitated, and she suddenly wished she had answered quicker. Jordyn nodded quickly. “Jace…”

“If you trust me, you trust the club. If you think I’m going to f*ck you and then ditch you, you’d know it. I wouldn’t do that to you, babe. You better start to f*cking trust everything happening or you’ll end up dead.”

Jordyn wasn’t sure if that was a threat or not. Jace leaned down and kissed Jordyn’s mouth. His tongue was wild and the kiss didn’t last long enough.

As Jace moved down the bed, Jordyn looked back and tugged at her wrists. She was tied to the damn bed.

Jace lifted Jordyn's shirt and kissed the small of her back. His hands were fast to open her jeans. The tips of his fingers teased at her panties, sliding just an inch in. It made Jordyn wiggle in anticipation.

His hands caressed Jordyn’s hips and he slowly pushed her jeans down her legs to her bent knees. Jordyn stretched her neck to watch - and feel - as Jace touched the back of her legs. He ran his fingers up to her ass and then played with the laced edges of her panties.

“I bet he doesn’t f*cking do this,” Jace said with a growl in his voice. “I bet he f*cking makes you do it all alone. All yourself. He’s not man enough, is he?”

“No, he's not,” Jordyn said.

Jane gripped the top of Jordyn’s panties with one hand. He pulled, literally peeling them from her body. Jordyn was sopping wet already and when the air in the room hit between her legs, she shivered. Everything felt extra tight and she knew the tighter she was, the more Jace would enjoy himself. It excited her even more.

He rubbed her bare ass, a hand on each cheek. He massaged deep and spread her open. All his movements were done without touching her sweet center, but he still somehow made Jordyn desperate for him.

Fuck.

“I get what I want and that’s all that’s ever mattered,” Jace said. “I don’t f*ck around, babe. Got that?”

Jordyn moaned.

“So, I need you to know you can trust me. And I need you to trust me.”

“I do,” Jordyn whispered. “I’m sorry…”

Jace shook his head. His hand slid down Jordyn’s ass and around to her *. She felt one of his fingers slice between her folds and press against her hole. Then it slipped inside her, digging, pressing, sending gentle pulses of pleasure throughout the rest of her body.

“Now, I’m going to make something very clear to you,” Jace said.

His fingers dug and twisted. Jordyn groaned. It felt good, but not good enough. Her body wanted more. No. Her body demanded more. Never before had Jordyn felt like this.

“You want to know about death and murder,” Jace said. “I get that. The life you've lived is all bullshit. You live by the law, and yet it's all happening and nobody sees it. That’s the sad part. Your white picket fence and red door is all a lie.”

Jace turned his finger again and then slid it out of Jordyn. He moved up, touching sensitive skin and then an even more sensitive area. Jordyn tensed even more and bit on her lip. The look on Jace’s face told her to prepare herself.

“You want to know if I’m a murderer?” Jace asked.