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CHAPTER FOUR
He hadn't returned to their room by the time she had fallen asleep.
Despite her loathing of the man, she hopes that he was not spending the night in the arms of another woman. He was hers. She was his. In every sense of the word, no matter their cold feelings toward one another.
She had quietly made her way up to her chamber after they had dined, after he had made her finish her chicken and almost force-fed her pudding. She needed the weight and curves, he had said, claiming that she was too skinny and that she might need to get used used to carrying around a few extra pounds now that she would be carrying his child.
Nothing was definite, nobody knew if she was in fact already carrying his heir, their heir, their child. But she hoped that the time would come sooner rather than later so she had a chance of escaping him on occasion.
He wasn't horrible or harsh, but his gaze was strong and intense and he sometimes made her feel like no matter what she did, she was doing it wrong.
April had slept with her hair down, on her stomach with her hands hidden beneath the pillow where she laid her head. Her mother had always told her that she didn't know how to sleep like a true lady, but she'd never paid much close attention to it.
She was positive that she had locked the door on her side before she had changed into her nightgown. Her dress was still somewhere on the floor and the deep red gown hung high around her thighs, her ankles crossed and head to the side.
She wakes when she feels the warm sunlight creeping along her skin, her back softly arching into the mattress when she feels a hand against the curve of her spine.
Her eyes fly open at the realisation, at the feeling, and she stills. Her legs clamp shut and she sighs into her pillow. She knows it's him. She already recognises his touch.
"I thought I locked the door."
"You think you can lock me out of my own bedroom?"
She shivers when Jackson grips her sides, thumbs tracing over the low of her back.
April breathes deeply, cursing herself when she enjoys the feeling, the soft massage he runs up and down her back.
"Where were you?"
"I don't believe that's any of your business."
She rolls her eyes with a frown and she lets her legs slowly drift loose, apart.
"Were you with a whore?"
"If I were, would you be jealous?"
The redhead closes her eyes again when he runs his hands up her shoulder until her reaches the thin straps of her gown, gently pulling them down her arms.
"If you were, I would kill her for sleeping with another woman's husband."
"I have trouble believing that you're capable of murdering anybody." Jackson tells her, slipping the straps past her elbows and she moves her arms out of the way, letting him pull the material down below her breasts.
"Care to try me?"
He smirks with a light chuckle, hands moving to her legs as he pushes into her from behind, clothed front pressing into her almost bare bottom.
"I wasn't." He whispers then, leaning down and brushing her hair to the side to kiss her neck. "A whore wouldn't give me so much satisfaction. She would be too easy."
She grins, hands clutching the pillow beneath her when he pulls on her hips and brings her ass further into him.
His fingertips trace her back again, this time bare and waiting. She feels him slip lower down her body, lips moving from her neck to her shoulder-blades.
"Are you saying I am too difficult?"
"I am saying that you challenge me, and I like that."
She nods slowly when he smirks into her skin, lips curving into the low of her back.
His fingers curl around the material of her gown, bringing the edge up to rest around her hips.
She pushes backwards into him, moving her knees along the sheet and gripping the pillow between her fingers.
She can feel him staring at her, beautiful darker skin tracing her own and green eyes burning holes through her skull. He's intense, and strong, and she is kind of terrified of him sometimes. With one look, he could surrender her, weaken her. But she couldn't, wouldn't, let him do that.
"How much do you like it?" She voices, voice low and almost mute as she turns her head to the side again to see him out the corner of her eye. "I doubt I'm that challenging."
Jackson smiles, hands gripping her thighs and bringing her closer, and she shifts to push herself up. She places her palms against the headboard, leaning back into his body when he slips a hand around her stomach to her breasts.
"I doubt you have any idea just how difficult you are to handle." He informs her, sliding his free hand over her bottom and between her legs. Feeling her slightly jump against him, he grins with his teeth, that million-dollar smile, "You are so incredibly frustrating."
"I thought you liked that?" She reminds him and swallows a breath when he hands leaves her breast to wrap around her neck.
"Since when do you enjoy pleasing me?"
"I am your wife."
"And my Queen."
"Not yet."
No. Only when his father deceases and he is left with everything.
"And the mother to my child."
She perks a brow, licking her lips when he leans into her, eyes staring at her mouth, "What makes you so sure I am already carrying?"
"Nothing. I'm just going to make sure you are."
"And just how are you going to do that?"
He pushes into her, mouth finding hers roughly and she bites his bottom lip, curling a hand around the back of his neck.
"I'm going to fuck you."
He breathes against her, lips still toying with hers and slipping a hand between them to open his pants.
"Properly?"
She asks with a soft blush when enters her body from behind.
Nobody had ever told her about this; about the man behind her and the aching between her legs that she would feel whenever he was so much as near her.
"Differently."
It was like she couldn't breathe straight, like the air was being sucked out of her lungs and she couldn't form words.
Her hands grip the headboard and she tilts her head back, pushing backwards into him to give him easier access, goosebumps covering her skin when he grunts into her flesh, teeth scraping her shoulder.
"Jesus." She closes her eyes, knees rubbing along the sheet and knuckles white at the pressure of him pushing into her, time and time again, speed increasing and breathing heavier.
April closes her eyes, dropping her head and gulping when he flicks his thumb across her neck, fingers tracing her skin as his other hand grasps her hip to hold her in place.
It's strange and kind of uncomfortable but the feeling of him slipping further and further into her body isn't entirely unpleasant. He knows what he's doing, he knows how to please her at the same time as himself.
"Can you-" she mumbles, moving a hand to grasp his wrist. She brings his hand to her mouth, nibbling his skin to muffle a scream.
He smirks, keeping his hold on her tighter than before and steadying his breathing, "Yeah?"
"Go faster." She breathes out, tongue tracing the bone of his wrist as she grinds into him, parting her legs further in the process.
Jackson nods, though uselessly as she fails to see, and moves his hand to her shoulder, pulling on her muscles so she straightens her back and leans into his chest.
He quickens his pace, moving faster within her and letting her throw her head back onto his shoulder, "Like that?"
The redhead nods quickly, clearly more at ease with their new position, "Uhuh."
She drops his hand, instead moving her own behind her to reach for him. She grasps the back of his neck and pulls his mouth to hers, teeth and tongue as she slips her tongue past his lips.
"I- ah!" She squeals and he grins against her lips with a soft frown at the way she rolls her ass into him, "I-"
Understanding her, he grabs her hips and pulls her off of him, dropping her back down onto the bed on her back and spreading her legs. Her chest pants and her face is flushed and he has honestly never seen anything or anyone quite so beautiful.
He's not heartless, he's just been told to fulfil his duty and never wear his heart of his sleeve. He can't afford to. He can't let her in.
He grabs her fingers, threading them through his own and lowering them down by the sides of her head. He smiles down at her, licking his lips as he watches her contort beneath him.
He pushes against her, tip at her centre and he grins when she moans.
"Beg."
"I-" April thrusts her hips up, lifting her bottom off of her sheet and closer toward him, to no prevail as he backs away slightly. She can feel herself riding that high, feel her legs shake and her body tremble with her inevitable climax. She just needs him to do it for her.
"Beg."
"Please?" She swallows a breath, tightening her hold in his hands, "Please." She mutters softly and bites her lip, shifting her hips when he pulls the practically discarded gown from her body. She had forgotten about the silk, too distracted by his touch and scent.
He lets the item drop to the ground before he clasps her hands together in his own again and nudges her legs back apart, and she wraps them around his bottom as he finally gives in, pushing into her with all his force and might.
She goes to shut her eyes until he stops her, lips tracing her jaw and eyes staring up at her own, his intense green gaze butchering her own, "Look at me."
"But-"
"I want you to look at me." He tells her, hips pressing deeper and chest rising and falling above her own.
She nods slowly then, suddenly feeling small under his stare and allowing him to consume her, to ruin her.
She would give him everything. She would give him her all. She would give him her life, her body. She would give him a child.
She would love him.
"I will always be looking at you." She tells him, forcing her hands out of his grasp to cup the sides of his face, to hold him.
If he can make her his own, why couldn't she do the same?
He was hers, she was his.
Applying pressure into him, she pushes him so he falls onto his back, hands grasping the backs of her thighs. She straddles him, palms against his chest and red hair falling along his face as she kisses him, owns him.
She could already feel it happening, already feel her despise of the man withering away, her hatred of him dissipating by the second.
Although, maybe she had never hated him in the first place. Maybe she had simply been intimidated by him, stunned by his looks and wealth. Maybe she had simply been afraid of letting him in.
But now, now that he had taken her and used her, and consumed her, she didn't feel so timid around him.
In some way, she held power over him, held ownership over his soul and his body, though he may not be aware of it.
She could have him, and take him, and use him. She could consume him, and kill him.
She could fall in love with him.
And she would make him love her back.