Sometimes…

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Warning: Some mature content. Proceed with caution.

Chapter Eleven

"Umm…Jackson…" Amy gasped between kisses, as Jackson found himself unable to stop kissing her.

Hearing her say his name only egged him on. She knew exactly who was teasing her; kissing her. She was his helpless victim, and unable to turn him down and force him away from her. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. But he knew in the back of his mind that he did not love her. Jackson Rippner did not love anyone; he could not. There was no capacity for love in his cold heart. It was only lust and the need for control that occupied his mind, not love.

There was no love between them. They were both just two false identities. There was no Amy Alison Adams and there was no Jackson Rippner. They were both fake. But both knew no other name. Jackson had once had another name, but he no longer remembered it.

Amy was stepping backwards, pulling him with her. He spun her around and smashed her into a wall. His right hand found a hold around her throat, gripping it slightly, and reminding himself that this was real and not a fantasy. His left hand explored her body and she occasionally trembled under his touch.

"Oh…Jackson…please…" she begged of him. "Take me…now…"

She moaned as his lips trailed down to her throat. He grinned. She was his, his for the taking. She had given her consent but he could have at any time taken her. Any time that he wanted. He was in control. And he was enjoying playing with his prey.

"Please…Jackson…"

She was boosting his battered ego just by speaking his name. She did not know what affect her words had on him.

Their kisses grew rougher and Amy wrapped her legs around his waist. Jackson smirked and decided to move them over to his bed. He laid Amy down on her back and slowly stripped her scrub top off, his crystal-blue gaze lingering on the scar. She did not seem to notice his eyes. Hatred rose in him at the sight of the imperfection marring her gorgeous skin and body.

"Stop playing…" she begged as her green eyes bored into his. "You're such a tease…"

He rolled his eyes. He was enjoying making her wait even though he really had just wanted to do it already. But he had to keep control. His emotions and hormones could not rule. Logic had to reign supreme.

"Aw, Amy, don't tell me you've forgotten our game? You loved the foreplay," he smirked and ran a hand down her thigh.

"I must have…forgotten!" she gasped. "Oh…please, for fuck's sake…Jackson…"

Amy could not stand it anymore. She ripped his shirt over his head. She did not seem to notice the scars that riddled his chest. She helped him pull off the blue bottoms that she wore, exposing her satiny panties.

She was sick of the game. She wanted him. What a strange position to be in.

He obliged, removing his bottoms as well, flinging the green scrubs to the floor. Amy's hands pulled down his boxers as he removed her panties and her bra. They were both completely naked now.

Jackson settled himself and Amy sighed in relief as he entered her.

He could not help but smirk the whole time. He was finally fucking Lisa Reisert with her knowledge and consent. Hell, she had begged him. Victory was sweet.

He memorized her; every sigh and moan that escaped her luscious lips was committed to memory. He knew exactly which buttons to push before long and she was completely under his control. He loved the way she said his name.

Jackson did not speak much, and the one time he did, he made the biggest mistake ever by far. He said her name, her real name. He called her "Leese".

Amy had frozen. "Leese? Who's Leese?" she gasped.

Jackson stopped too, shocked that he had been so careless. "No one."

"You're lying."

"Fine," he snapped. "She was a hooker that looked like you. I used to call her by your name, but eventually I learned to call her by her name."

"Jackson… Do you still love me?"

"Amy, I never stopped. I never let you go."

"I believe you," she whispered, kissing him.

Jackson Rippner smiled. He had just told the best lie of his life. Now, he just had to not slip up ever again.

Amy urged him to continue, using her body. Jackson snapped back to reality and finished what he had started. They climaxed together and he collapsed on her, exhausted. They were both gasping for air and covered in sweat.

For the first time in his life, Jackson Rippner was truly happy. Fucking her had been incredible. She had been a very obedient bitch, with just enough spunk to please him. He had wanted her all along and he had finally gotten her.

Jackson Rippner always got what he wanted.

Author's Notes:

Wow, that's the hottest chapter I've ever written. Jackson's lucky that Amy didn't press the matter any more than she did. He's pretty sick-minded, playing with her so much. And he still believes that he doesn't love her. Hopefully, this is a believable chapter. Enjoy!