As soon as he saw the building, he knew she'd be there; it was somewhere Jasper drove by everyday, and in the early mornings when he returned home, the street outside it was littered with several policemen, hauling drunks into the back of their van. Just the place where Eleanor would flourish, she could soon forget everyone she knew; her charm would have men lining up to buy her drinks as well as supplying her with god only knows what.

Pulling in, the car hit the curb with a loud thud due to the impact, but it was hard to car about bumper damage when the Princess was probably dry-humping some skeevy, beer-bellied man in the corner of the corner. Without even locking his car, Jasper made his way into the building, pushing past the bouncer requesting identification and made a beeline towards the back. Unsure as to whether the pounding he was currently feeling was his heartbeat or the baseline, he continued to push through the crowd, blue eyes alert as he scanned every face.

The relief he felt as he spotted the brunette in the corner, presumably the club's pathetic excuse for a V.I.P area; he wasted no time in unlocking the barrier, large hands reaching up to grab hold of her waist from where she was standing on the sticky table. A loud exclaim fell from the girl's lips, hand reaching to tug on his hair in annoyance, "Jasper," she whined, kicking her legs out so swiftly that she kneed him in the thigh. His grip didn't relent however, and he held her close to his body, hoisting her lithe frame over his shoulder with ease. Ignoring her protests, he hurriedly made his way out of the club; it probably looked to others present like he was some sort of predator, but at this stage he really didn't give a shit what people thought. The time between the door of the club and manhandling her into the backseat of the car was filled with half-hearted slaps to his arm and the odd insult; but he was so intent on getting her back to where she was safe, he barely noticed.

Even the ride back to his house was silent, it was evident Eleanor was feeling slightly guilty over getting him so wound up; now, sat in the back of his car, with only one drink to dull the upset over her father and the feelings for the man in the front seat, she was starting to see where she was going wrong. She thought it was the right thing to do, run away from it all and try to get so off her head that she wouldn't even be able to remember her own name. Maybe it was time to stop running, maybe she needed to stay and straighten out her life. Make her father proud of her finally, give meaning to her days and maybe even commit to one person.

The guilt became even more overwhelming once they got back to the house, Jasper's jaw was tense, and she fought the urge to reach up and touch it, but that wasn't what they were. They didn't do gentle caresses and hugs, that just wasn't them; it didn't fit into the game they were playing, or had been playing.

"Jasper, I – "

"Don't, I don't want to hear it. I'm sick of your selfish behavior, I get that you're dealing with a lot; I do, but don't run away from your problems, don't get yourself into trouble all for the sake of forgetting about them for a couple of hours."

Parting her lips to speak, her voice failed her; but that was okay, she had another way to calm him down, a tried and proven way that she happened to get a lot out of also. The brunette closed the distance between them, hand lifting to grab hold of the back of his neck as she pulled his head down, her lips pressing against the corner of his mouth; testing the waters as such. Although hesitant, he soon responded, hand sliding to the small of her back, just as it always did, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, she made sure to fight back, nipping at his lower lip as she allowed herself to melt against his chest.

Manicured nails dropped to the waistband of his snug-fitting jeans, fingers making quick work of his zipper; his hand lifted to grab hold of her chin, tilting her head to the side so he could bury his mouth against her neck, sucking small marks into the soft skin under her ear. Short little gasps left her mouth as she eased his jeans down as far as they would fall; he responded by pressing his lips hard against her ear, "Want to see that bitchy little mouth stuffed full of my cock," he all but growled, fingertips pressing into the material covering her back.

Eleanor relished the way he spoke to her, there was no one who could get her going quite like Jasper could, and he knew that; he knew the power he held over her when it came to sex.

With one last kiss, she dropped to her knees, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

The next chapter will take continue on from this moment and will get increasingly sexually explicit, so please be aware.

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