Author's Note: Merry Christmas everybody!

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CHAPTER SIX


I can say that nothing was right
But we know if I looked in your eyes, I'd break down

- Miley Cyrus, Scars


A nervous trill of anxiety started Renesmee's heart racing.

She watched, aroused, fearful, and agitated at the same time as Jake stalked toward the counter to speak with the paunchy, prematurely balding Jeremiah Miller.

After a few moments, Jeremiah nodded at Jacob and then turned to walk through the store, heading for the only other person in it aside from herself.

The elderly woman browsing around in the back greeted Jeremiah with a placid smile.

Blinking, her mouth open wide, Renesmee strained her ears to listen to their conversation. "Ma'am, I'm afraid I need to close down for a moment, so I can go grab a bite to eat. I'd be pleased to offer you a discount if you come back."

Mortified, Renesmee waited for the response.

"Sure. What time will you open again?"

Jeremiah glanced over his shoulder, first at Jacob then to Renesmee before looking back at the woman. "I think in a . . . couple of hours."

Whatever they said was lost because a low buzz began to ring in her ears. She felt hot, suffocated, and gazed in pure disbelief as the store emptied, leaving her alone with Jacob.

The bell above the door tinkled like a bell tolling for her soul being sold to the highest bidder.

Maneuvered, like a rook on a chessboard, Renesmee knew she'd been neatly trapped. She bowed her head and waited. There wasn't anything more she could do. She was sure Jacob had been planning this whole scenario since they left the diner. And, if she were honest, her desire to thwart him was part of the reason she stood alone with him now.

Again, she'd been her own worst enemy.

The soft sounds of falling footsteps cleared away the clamor in her head. Her heartbeat tripled its pace. Desire, rich, dark and seductively hot, encompassed her limbs, gluing her feet to the floor.

With every step, Jacob drew closer, until like a shadowed mist, he stood over her, looking down with a keen, shrewd stare.

Helpless under his domineering stance, Renesmee dropped her eyes, refusing to meet his piercing gaze.

"Look at me."

Renesmee shook her head, mutely resisting.

"Look at me," Jacob commanded again, his voice soft.

She shook her head again, attempting to hold on to what little bit of sanity she had left, knowing if she lifted her eyes she'd be lost in him . . . again.

Jacob sighed. He placed one long finger under her chin, raising her head so she had no choice but to stare at him. "I've been patient with you, Nessie. I know you've needed time to sort through the mixed thoughts in your head, but this can't continue any longer." He grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her toward the two large dressing room doors. "I know you say you don't want this, but I know deep down, you do."

Although his words should have blinded her with fury, they had the opposite effect. Her pussy flooded with moisture and a tight knot unfurled in her stomach. Nerves on edge, her breath quickened as Jacob pushed open the large, corral-type doors of the dressing room. Her heart kick started into a furious tattoo at the sight of a large, cushioned purple chair, three floor length mirrors, one directly in front of her, and another two flanked on either side.

Jacob slowly sat down in the chair, taking an inordinate amount of time to settle himself.

"Take your clothes off," he commanded in a strict voice, his eyes dark and compelling.

Hundreds of words raced through her head in rebuttal, but nothing emerged expect a silent gasp, a desperate entreaty for him to — stop — don't stop — go away — never leave.

Confused by the ambiguity of her desire, Renesmee stayed motionless, her arms flush against her sides. The lump in her throat grew until her mouth was dry, forcing her to swallow. She felt light-headed and breathed a sporadic breath to push more oxygen into her brain.

"Nessie. Take. Your. Clothes. Off."

This time, his words were stark. She could hear them, over and over, echoing through her eardrums. Her mind and body were at war with each other — one begging her to run — the other begging her to stay. She literally felt torn between her wants and needs, the true reason why she'd run so fast from Jacob . . . crystal clear.

The dominance of his nature did scare her, but it was her own submissive need to answer that made her feel as if she was walking with a ghost.

Caving in under paramount pressure, Renesmee closed her eyes, realizing that for all her running, she'd ended up running right back to him because that's where she ultimately wanted to be.

Unable to deny her need any longer, she lifted her hands toward the edges of her shirt.

"No. Take your pants off first."

Renesmee thought of refusing him for a split second. The need to rebel was there, but no matter how hard she tried to resist the pull, a part of her desperately ached to submit to Jacob.

Pushing her sweats down without a word, she rose on her tippy-toes to step on the backs of her shoes to remove them. Jacob stopped her, his hand lifting with an imperious gesture. "Did I tell you to take your shoes off?"

Silence ensued, but Jacob's gaze demanded a response. "No," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Then, leave them on," he ordered, his voice firm.

Renesmee nodded, and removed her sweats, leaving her shoes and socks on.

"Now, take the rest off."

Her bulky, large t-shirt came away with ease, as well as her bra, and she tossed the items to the floor, next to her pants. Swallowing against the sudden dryness in her mouth, her eyes automatically strayed toward the reflective glass behind him.

"Look at me, Nessie. You're not allowed to look in the mirror yet."

Rebuked, she returned her gaze to him. Waiting, apprehensive with arousal, as his eyes perused her from head to toe.

He was silent for so long and his stare was so piercing, Renesmee began to shake violently. The tremors started low in her belly, working outward.

Unsure if he even wanted her anymore, a whimper, a helpless cry, escaped from her lips. The noise seemed to spur him to action, and he stood abruptly, kicking away the mound of clothes at her feet.

She wanted to please him. Had she failed? Had she driven him too far?

Afraid he might leave, she reached out and grabbed hold of his wrist, pulling him closer.

Jacob blinked, as if coming from a daze, seconds before his mouth swooped down toward her lips. His kiss was filled with uncontrolled passion.

Renesmee reveled in the way his tongue mated with hers. Curling her body around him like a cat, she rubbed her breasts against the satiny material of his shirt. Spasm of need made her moan aloud, her pussy quivering and oozing warm, syrupy fluid onto her inner thighs.

This is what she wanted. Jacob's lips on hers, his body pressed close, the hard bulge of his erection nestled against her stomach.

Enthralled by the feel of him, it took a moment for her to realize that Jacob was no longer kissing her back. His lips were pliant, but unresponsive. Slowly rearing back, she peered into his eyes, perplexed by the indulgent expression on his face.

He smiled back at her, trailing his hands down her back. "Now you get to see what I see, Nessie. Turn around and face the mirror."

Gasping in extreme awareness, she immediately obeyed him, her eyes widening at the decadent 3-D perspective. Visions of watching Jacob's hard cock slicing into her pussy flashed into her mind. Electricity sparked hot inside her body, and current of desire arched down her spine.

"Put your hands flat against the mirror, and step as close as you can," he ordered, utilizing the hard press of his body, and the flat of his palms to demonstrate, "like this."

Renesmee shivered at the coldness, her breath whistling through her teeth. Her nipples, already puckered, glanced against the mirror, and the sensation of being hot then suddenly cold mde her pant with aroused shock. Unable to resist, she rubbed against the cold glass, luxuriating in the hard smoothness.

Jacob bucked his hips forward, pinning her in place. One lone fist clenched around a hunk of her hair, wrapping it around his wrist like a cord, pulling her head back until her neck arched. She stared up into his eyes. All traces of indulgence had been wiped from his face.

"Don't do that again," he gritted. "You wanted to look at yourself, so I'm letting you look. But you don't get to please that beautiful little body, Nessie. Not unless I tell you to. Now . . . look into the mirror and don't move again."

Fear and desire wound around her nerves, sensitizing her mind. The amount of control Jacob was able to exert over her body in such a short time was astounding. It was hard to tell where he began and she ended.

Shutting her lids, she waited until he released her hair, before looking back toward the mirror, her body rigid with strain.

Jacob must have sensed the last threshold of her resistance had been conquered because he leaned close against her, his lips trailing hot, wet kisses along the indented curve where her neck and shoulder met.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hands praising her as well by sliding across her stomach and into the crease of her pussy to play with her clit.

A blaze of lust stormed the sensitive tissue. The flood seeping from her orifice slicked Jacob's fingers until they slid against her like warm, caressing silk.

The fact she was helpless to stop the onslaught, her body frozen in place by the strength of his will, heightened the pleasure racking her body. Desperate for release, she shuddered as a tidal wave of pleasure hastened toward her.

Nearly collapsing under the torment, she was thankful for Jacob's strong arms wrapped around her. She would have fallen to the floor if it weren't for Jacob's holding her upright.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, turning her to face him and kissing her gently. "And your pussy is so sweet. I'm going to fuck you now. Just the way you like it, slow then hard, then harder and harder until you cum all over my cock."

Nodding, she raised her arms, eager to remove his clothes so she could feel his cock inside her.

Jacob shook his head. "No. Stand there."

Braced against the mirror, Renesmee licked her lips in anticipation as Jacob slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Weightless, like she was floating in an orbital plane of bliss where the two of them were the only two things that mattered. Her body revved up at the sight of his naked chest and stomach, at the light smattering of hair thickening into an enticing line leading down into the waistband of his trousers.

His belt came off next, causing his pants to drop low on his waist, and her breath hitched in her throat.

"Take your shoes and socks off."

His voice commanded seductive surrender.

"Now come here. I want you to help me take mine off."

Walking toward him, her eyes never leaving his face, she knelt at his feet slipping his shoes free.

"Good girl," he murmured, staring down. "Now, my pants, unzip them."

Her hands were hesitant — shaky — as she pulled down the zipper.

This would be the first time Renesmee would see Jacob completely unclothed, and her body quivered in anticipation.

The moment his cock sprang free — jutting, long and thick — vivid images of Jacob feeding from her pussy that long ago night at the club flashed behind her eyes, making her hungry to taste him. Unaware, she began to sway closer toward him, her mouth wide and ready to suckle his cock.

Jacob slid his fingers in her hair, gently pushing her away from him.

"No, I want to fuck that sweet little pussy. If you promise to be a good girl, I'll fuck that sweet mouth of yours later." Renesmee whimpered at the thought of his thick, large cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "Do you promise?"

She'd have promised the moon and stars. "Yes," she whispered.

"Good girl," he muttered, his voice laced with lust. "Now stand up so I can give you what you truly want, baby."

She didn't think she could move, much less stand, her body felt as if it was in a state of turmoil.

Jacob must have sensed her desperation because he grabbed hold of her shoulders, sliding her upward along his body.

Skin met skin, the contact electric. Heat poured through her veins, sparking a firestorm of desire.

Jacob sighed harshly, and placed both his hands on her buttocks, lifting her from the floor.

Renesmee wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her thighs gripped tight around his waist, poising her aching pussy above his cock.

"Tell me who owns this pussy," Jacob muttered, his eyes twin flames of need.

"You, Jake. Only you," she gasped.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he growled, "Tell me again who owns this pussy."

Suddenly, the breadth of his penis filled her to completion, the strength of his thrust bouncing her up.

She screamed, "You!"

Jacob didn't say another word as his cock rammed, over and over, into her quivering pussy. He took no prisoners with his puissant thrusts, his powerful legs supporting her as he drove his shaft upward with sure, quick strokes.

Trapped in a world of pleasure, she rushed headlong into the furious tidal wave of lust and desire, gripping Jacob's hair to pull his face upward for a kiss of passion. The heat from his searing lips added to the flames licking at the insides of her cunt as his cock repeatedly slammed inside her.

Unable to withstand the building pressure, Renesmee burst into a thousand pieces. The haze of climatic bliss left her breathless as she cried a scream of pure joy into his mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Jacob clutched her tighter, one large hand caressing her buttocks, as he joined her in the oblivion.

Still overcome by the torrent, Renesmee blindly recognized her body being settled into the nearby chair.

Jacob, nestling his head against her stomach, lowered himself to his knees, his body shaking as well.

Several long pant-filled moments passed before Renesmee felt her heartbeat slowing and her breath returning to normal. She opened her eyes, though she couldn't remember when she closed them, and stared at Jacob, his rich dark stare level with hers.

Tenderly, he wiped the tears from her face with the tips of his thumbs. "My sweet love, so passionate and feisty. I'm sorry I made you cry," he murmured.

Renesmee nodded, accepting.

Jacob leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "But I didn't have a choice."

She nodded again.

"I need for you to trust me, Nessie. Trust me completely. Not just with your body, but with your mind." His voice so soft with need, she could almost hear the inner torment of his body.

Caressing her knees before standing, Jacob looked down from his superior height. "Can you trust me, Nessie?"

Bereft of an answer, not knowing what to say, she turned away, afraid he'd see past the shadows that had to be echoing in her eyes.

She did want to trust him, but she was afraid of giving away so much control of her life and happiness. Experience had taught her once that power corrupted . . . and absolute power corrupted completely.

"I don't know. I-I just feel so lost, like-like I don't know up from down. What you ask for is scary."

A dark, haunting silence echoed. Even though she knew there was a world outside of the store, it felt like nothing except the two of them existed.

"Then will you at least give us a chance? Give me a chance to prove I would never hurt you?" he asked, sliding his fingers into her hair. "That's all I ask for, Nessie. Just a chance."

Renesmee trembled as his questions ran through her mind. Her gaze traveled upward and collided with the spent evidence of his desire. A wave of emotion she wasn't really ready to examine swept through her, but she dismissed it, struggling to find her voice.

"Okay. I'll give you a chance, Jacob."


Sneak-preview of the next chapter:


"I'm here with Nessie," he said.

A decided pause sounded, and Jacob heard his brother swear softly. "What are you doing at the Summit with my fiancée's best friend, Jacob?"

"It's complicated . . . and I can't really get into it now."

"You better try. The last think I need is this shit muddying up my life."

Jacob's jaw set, and his fist clenched tight. "What Nessie and I are going is none of your damn business!"

"When you start screwing around in my territory it becomes my business," Jared muttered.


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