Chapter 14: So just a big fat warning. This chapter starts with a big old LEMON (as in very rated M y'all - lots of sex and language - You've been warned). As promised, we will find out a lot more about Valentine's plan as he tries to manipulate Clary…I really hate him. He plays Clary like a fiddle in this chapter…so does Jonathan. Ugh. Bear with me, the next few chapters are going to be rough...

I do not own any of the characters, only the illustrious Cassandra Clare owns them. I do, however, own this particular story, so please don't be lame and copy/paste it elsewhere.

Previously: "Herondale has quite the reputation with the ladies, according to Starkweather. She'd have to be a complete doormat to believe him after she sees the pics and finds all of my presents."

She smiled, pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and walked down the hall to his open bedroom door. She gasped and dropped her phone on his floor and it skittered towards the bed. She came in and shut the door, leaning back against it. She tilted her head back and looked at him through her lashes. Strike a pose. She swallowed.

There he was. Her Jace. Laying on his bed, surrounded by his dark gray sheets, wearing black sinfully tight boxer briefs and his black leather shoulder holster. Oh my god. He had his hands behind his head of golden curls, his muscular biceps swelled slightly with the strain and his tattoos rippled when he intentionally flexed at her. Oh shit. His gold eyes seemed darker as he raked them up and down her body. She blushed and bit her bottom lip and murmured, "Miss me?"

He bolted from the bed and slammed his hands flat against the door on either side of her head, pressing his erection against her stomach. Clary giggled and ran her hands through his curls. I think that's a yes. Pressing his lips to hers, he gently bit her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. Yes. She ran her hands down his back and cupped his ass, then brought them around his front rubbing his hard cock through his boxer briefs. He inhaled sharply and licked the side of her neck, running lips up and down. She shivered and her nipples hardened. He gets to me so fast.

Clary moaned into his mouth and felt her core quiver with arousal. "I thought you were going to peel this dress– oh!" She gasped as he grabbed the neckline of her dress and peeled in languidly down her form, locking heated eyes with hers. He ran his hot hands down her naked sides as the dress exposed her top half. He left the soft dress sitting on her hips and gazed down at her dark purple, sheer bra as she slowly pulled her arms out of the sleeves and wrapped them around his neck. His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened when he noticed her pink areolas through the purple haze of her bra. He bent his head down and licked and sucked her right nipple as he cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly.

Clary was on fire with want, her desire coiling and uncoiling within her core. "Off–" she held his head with both hands and moaned into his ear, lightly biting it, as he sucked and bit her left breast. He hummed his approval deep in his chest and she felt his hands tear her bra violently from her body. I'm so fucking wet.

She stood, panting in need as he got on his knees in front of her and continued to pull her dress down over her hips and down her thighs. It caught on the tops of her boots. He stared at the front of her purple sheer panties and started breathing heavily. She was freshly waxed and bare…for his pleasure. His face took on a feral look and he cut his eyes up at her and smirked. He leaned forward and licked her heat from the front, sucking her sensitive clit through the sheer fabric, never breaking eye contact. Clary nearly came on the spot from the sensation. His tongue was fucking magic. He licked her hard up and down, holding her thighs apart with his strong hands, his face pressed firmly in her heated center. Clary lifted her arms over her head and grabbed the door frame. She felt her orgasm building and began to pant in anticipation as her legs quivered. Then he stopped…No!...and chuckled, pulling back he wiped his face off with his hand and carefully pulled the dress all the way off. Oh my god. I need him now– time for dirty talk.

Clary continued to pant. "Jace, baby please…I need you so fucking bad. Please put your huge fucking cock inside of me before I die." Jace loved it when she talked smutty. It always flipped his switch. She had actually practiced in front of the mirror to be able to do it with a straight face.

He stood up tall in front of her, looked down at her wet arousal and grabbed her thong, ripping it off of her in one swipe. Clary gasped. He raked his eyes down her body and palmed her breasts, squeezing them hard. She lowered her arms from the door and reached for the waistband of his briefs. He shook his head no. He hadn't spoken a word since they had started all of this. Goddamn. He's so hot when he's dominant. I like it.

"These stay on for now, Clary." He growled. "These and those fucking sex-boots you have on…okay, sweetheart?" Clary could only nod. "Good, baby. Now be a good girl and repeat everything you just said to me just now. That was fucking hot and I need you to say it again. Then I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name over and over…" Clary swallowed hard and he pressed his swollen member against her again, pinning her back against the door. She loved Dominant Jace.

She swallowed and looked into his dark golden eyes, unblinking. "I said…Baby please. I need you so fucking bad. Please Jace. Please put your huge fucking cock inside of me before I just die. I can't take it anymore…fill me, please. I–" Clary screamed as he scooped her over his shoulder and rushed to the bed. Tossing her onto the bed, he covered her body with his, nudging her thighs apart with his knee as she rolled her hips against him. He lifted her hands above her head and she grabbed the wooden spindles of his headboard and smiled up at him "Please baby. Please Jace…". He kissed her deeply, lashing her mouth with his tongue and moaned. "Clary…" He reached down between them and pushed his boxers down to his knees. Clary lifted one of her legs and hooked his briefs with her boot heel, sliding them off of him. He groaned, deep in his chest as he watched her. "Fuck, Clary…"

Jace slid his hands down her inner thighs and hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her boot clad legs over his shoulders. He looked down at her and smirked. "Keep your hands up there as long as you can sweetheart." Clary nodded obediently, sweat rolling between her breasts. Jace positioned himself on his knees and scooted closer to her. He turned his head and rubbed his face along the side of her boot. He then closed his eyes and prodded her weeping opening with his hard member and quickly sunk into her. Everything after that was fast, frenzied, rough, and so good.

Clary arched her back and screamed his name as he roughly pumped in and out of her. He suddenly changed the angle of his strokes, hitting an extra, sensitive spot, deep inside her tight, wet cavern. Clary clutched the headboard, not letting go, her head bouncing against it as Jace's pace intensified. Clary felt her orgasm coiling deep within her core, a crescendo of sensations climbing towards their highest peak. "Jace– oh god, baby. I'm gonna–". He grinned down at her and increased his speed, rolling his thumb over her clit, and slapping his pelvis against her center in a bruising rhythm. "Jace, Jace, Jace–" Clary screamed as she came harder than she ever had in her entire life. Pretty sure I just died.

Jace, grunting her name, continued to piston in and out of her powerfully as she gasped and released the bars, grasping his ass, she nudged him, flipping them over so that she was straddling his waist, still joined. She began to roll her hips and slide up and down his slick member. Feeling that he was close, with the choppiness of his strokes, she felt his cock get even harder inside her as he moaned and grabbed her hips, helping them regain their tireless rhythm.

Clary gazed down at him, kneading and squeezing her breasts, her breath ragged. He watched her fondle herself, his eyes wild, and moaned loudly. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Cum for me, Sexprotz." And he did. Jace yelled out her name over and over, thrusting powerfully up into her body, until he was spent. Clary collapsed against him in exhaustion and he wrapped his arms around her back, his chest heaving. Clary dropped to her side on the bed as he spooned behind her, pulling the covers over them. He kissed her on the shoulder and murmured, "You little minx."

As their breathing calmed, Jace wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her back against him. He took a deep breath, then another, then he whispered softly into her ear. "I love you, Clary Fray. I love you." Clary smiled, turned her head back as he leaned in to kiss her gently. "I love you too, Jace." I really do.

Clary opened her eyes to a dark room. Jace had his back to her, sleeping soundly and she was cuddled up against him. She raised her head and looked over to the clock on the nightstand. It's only four o'clock? How am I wide awake after what we did? She smiled to herself. Clary scooped up her phone and padded over to the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe a good steamy cleansing could help her sort her thoughts. Yesterday had been… a lot. Jonathan, Valentine, Amatis…Aunt Amatis.

Clary set her clean underwear on the black and white checkered counter of Jace's bathroom. She took off the large tee she had worn to bed, tossed it towards the hamper, and stepped under the hot streaming water and let it wash over her. She lathered her hair with the strawberry shampoo she had stashed in the bathroom, after her last stay with Jace. Rinsing it out, she massaged her conditioner into her hair and then washed her body. She was still a bit tender between her legs. It was the good kind of sore. The kind that reminded her what an amazing lover, her Jace was. 'I love you, Clary Fray…' He had said it first. She smiled and shook her head. Clary had been in love with Jace for a while, but was hesitant to say it. She wasn't sure whether he felt the same way. He does.

She still hadn't told Jace about what she'd learned yesterday…about how she had discovered she had an aunt. That Amatis was her father's long lost twin. That she looked so much like Luke it made Clary's heart ache…that she genuinely liked her and wanted to know her. They hadn't discussed what had happened to separate Amatis and her father. Amatis had spent most of the lunch asking Clary about herself, dodging her inquiries. So Clary had indulged her, telling her about her childhood, art, and life with her parents in New York.

Amatis had hung on her every word, tearing-up a few times and asking many questions. Clary had to take a break from their discussions after she told Amatis that the investigation into the fire that killed her parents had been closed…ruled an accident. It was too painful to revisit the wrong Starkweather had committed against her and her parents. Clary could tell that her dad's death was hard on Amatis. Then why weren't you a part of his life? Of mine? Why weren't you there for me after they died? They had drifted to other, less emotional subjects and finished lunch. Amatis had excused herself then, indicating that she had a meeting to attend. They hugged and exchanged numbers, making plans to meet in a few days to discuss the more sensitive matter of her father and Amatis' estrangement. Valentine saw Amatis out and came back a few minutes later.

Clary stepped out of the shower, dried herself with a large fluffy towel and wrapped one around her head. She put on a black lace bralette and a clean pair of underwear... Black lace cheeky panties. His favorite… and the red velour robe that Jace bought for her to use when she stayed over, and tied it closed. He liked her in red. She sniffed and crinkled her nose. Her robe had a strange fruity melon scent, like perfume or body spray. Weird. Jace must have changed his detergent or dryer sheets. Her eyes dropped to the morning star pendant that still hung around her neck and she closed her eyes. She would tell Jace everything at breakfast. I hope he will be understanding. It's a big decision and I don't want it to negatively affect us…I need him to be supportive.

She would be honest with him about seriously considering Valentine's job offer to curate his art collection. With so much of it being her mother's work, it was a one of a kind opportunity. She really wanted to do it. The problem was that the job was at Morgenstern Manor, his sprawling estate in Idris. The project would take months, maybe up to six. He wanted her to start as soon as possible, after the holidays. She would have to defer her Senior year at NYU again. Clary also learned that it meant she would live on Morgenstern's estate, just as Amatis does. It would be a good opportunity to get to know her aunt, as they would be working with her. Amatis was Valentine's art broker and was responsible for most of his acquisitions. Valentine told her she would be his guest, employee, and that he felt she would be doing him a great favor organizing and curating his collection for gallery viewing. He said he wanted her to put together a "grand gallery of Jocelyn's work" for show in Alicante, a city near his home, in Idris. Clary had been unable to hide her excitement at the time. She had asked him why it was so important to show her mother's work in Idris…why he was so interested in her mother…and her. He nodded at her and asked her to come to the lounge for refreshments, since they had finished lunch.

Jonathan led Clary to a large charcoal colored couch, where they sat together. She was thankful for his attentiveness, as she knew something big was about to be revealed. Maybe the Morgensterns are my long lost cousins or something, she thought to herself sarcastically. Valentine sat across from her in a large, overstuffed easy chair of the same color. He wore a black suit, with a gray dress shirt beneath. His stark white-blonde hair contrasted with the darkness around him. He crossed one leg over the other, setting his hand on his knee. Channeling Lucius Malfoy again? Clary noticed a large silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand. That had not been there before. It had a large "M" engraved on it with star symbols circling the band. Morning stars, like my pendant– her pendant. Clary swallowed. It suddenly dawned on her that Valentine must know her mother…must know her parents. Could he be– him? Clary swallowed, her mouth going dry. Her heart began to pound. "Valentine. Tell me the truth now. Please. Did you know my parents…personally? My mother…tell me." Clary began to tremble. "Are you him?" She yelled. She felt Jonathan's warm arm settle around her shoulders in concern as Valentine furrowed his brows in confusion. She stiffened, suddenly very afraid of Valentine, and stood to leave, circling behind the couch in a rush.

Valentine and Jonathan stood as well. Valentine stepped forward, reaching his hand towards hers and she gasped, backing up. Jonathan rushed to her, pulling her behind him, facing his father. He growled. "Father, I think you should give Clarissa some space…" Clary gripped the back of Jonathan's shirt, thankful that he was so large, he hid her completely from Valentine. Why is he protecting me from his own father?

"Clarissa please. Please wait. I– Yes. I knew them both. I loved them both. Please give me a chance to explain it all to you. I…please." Valentine held his hands up, harmlessly, and backed up, returning to his seat."

Clary peeked around Jonathan at Valentine and saw that he was seated then looked up to Jonathan. She slowly released his shirt as he turned to her and leaned down, whispering into her ear. "If you want to go, I will take you wherever you want. But, I ask that you hear him out. Remember, whatever you may have heard about him was over twenty years ago. He is not that man anymore, Clarissa. Please trust me." There was something in Jonathan's voice. A plea that made him sound so vulnerable that Clary sighed and nodded. He held out his hand and walked her back to the couch, sitting closer than before. He reached a protective arm around her again and pulled her against him. This time she let him.

Valentine told Clary that he, indeed, was Jocelyn's first husband and that her mother's true maiden name was Fairchild. "It's where you get your fair skin, red hair…and talent." He went on to explain that he and Jocelyn both grew up in privileged, wealthy families in Idris. They had attended prestigious schools and grew up together in the same circles. He told her that the Graymarks were an old Idrian Family as well and that he and Lucian Graymark, her dad apparently, "were best mates" for most of their young lives. He had brought Lucian in to work for him when he inherited Morgenstern Industries. She had then asked Valentine how her mom and dad ended up together.

He had smiled sadly, hung his head and took a deep breath before continuing. "She was the most beautiful woman…the kindest. We loved each other deeply and were very happy… The pendant you wear was a gift to her from me…it's a Morning Star…for Morgenstern. She loved it and wore it everyday after our engagement. We were happily married and hopeful about our future…until I ruined it all." Clary had not expected him to say all of this and felt awkward wearing the pendant. She asked how he "ruined everything" and told him that although her mother never told her anything specific about him, she did say that he was possessive and controlling and never wanted to see him again. "She seemed to fear you." Clary had said angrily. Jonathan had kept his arm around Clary and stroked her far shoulder in support. Valentine and Jonathan had stared at each other for a moment in silent communication as Clary looked between the two men. Jonathan nodded at his father to continue.

Valentine had taken another deep breath and looked away from Jonathan and Clary before continuing his dark confessions. Clary wondered if he felt ashamed. He told her that soon after his and Jocelyn's wedding, his father had passed away unexpectedly in a car accident. He also said that his mother was so grief stricken that she had dropped dead of a heart attack the day after the accident. He told her how devastated and alone he felt, as he was an only child…that Jocelyn and Lucian had tried to help him, but he had pushed them both away in his grief. Clary had felt some sympathy towards him as she understood the pain of losing both parents at once…how alone she had felt, even surrounded by her beloved friends. "The pressure of inheriting my father's empire, my legacy, and my grief became too much…and I turned to alcohol to numb it all…" He had then looked back at Clary. "Alcohol and other women…that was how my son was born". He gestured to Jonathan. Jonathan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked down at his lap. Clary could tell he was affected by his father's words. She reached over and held his hand. Jonathan had jumped and looked at her with haunted eyes. He smiled softly and squeezed her hand tighter, holding it.

Valentine had sighed. "I love my son very much and am not ashamed of him at all…just ashamed of what I did to Jocelyn by drinking and cheating…what I did to our marriage." He went on to tell Clary that Jocelyn had struggled to get pregnant and became profoundly depressed…that Valentine's mistress had become pregnant and had died giving birth to Jonathan. "I brought my newborn son home to Jocelyn, with no thought to her feelings, and told her she was to be his mother…that he was a Morgenstern…that she was a Morgenstern because of our marriage. We fought terribly that day and I had been drinking too much. I barely remember that night but I know I struck her and threatened her. Lucian had been there trying to protect her from me and told me the next day when I was sober. I was devastated…I had hurt my precious Jocelyn…" He had hung his head again, avoiding both Clary and Jonathan's gaze.

He had sniffed and swallowed, then cleared his throat. Then he raised his head and his eyes shone with unshed tears. Clary felt her resolve slipping. Maybe Valentine Morgenstern wasn't still the same monster Clary had been raised to fear. Valentine went on to say that Lucian had convinced Jocelyn to forgive him, that he was "tormented by being a new father, losing his parents, and addiction…". She had forgiven him and committed to salvage their marriage. She stayed for two more years. He said she had tried to be a mother to Jonathan, but had a difficult time as the pain of Valentine's infidelity festered within her. He had looked at Clary's pendant then. "She took off her necklace during that time and I never saw her wear it again. I continued to drink and cheat and treat her poorly. Sometime during one of our fights I had slapped her again and accused her of cheating with Lucian…he was always there, watching, listening, speaking to her privately…"He had stopped speaking then and stood up.

He walked over to the window and looked out. "It turns out that I was right, they had been together…she told me that they were in love…I was drunk, of course, and became enraged. Lucian had come in and we fought. I threatened them. I told them to leave and never come back. That if they did, I would kill them. You see, I was— I am a very powerful man and as such, possess a certain sort of…power. I told them to leave Idris. I went mad with jealousy and rage. I would have never– never hurt her or Lucian, but they didn't know that… I ruined us forever that day. She turned to a better man than me…they deserved each other." He told Clary that they had left him that night, that he had lost his beloved and best friend forever in one day. Valentine went on to say that he spent years drinking and being a terrible father to Jonathan. But his son had convinced him to get help. So, for Jonathan, he had gone to therapy and treatment for addiction and turned back into the man he had always wanted to be. He had located Jocelyn and Luke in New York, finding that they had changed their names. He left them alone and gave them the peace they deserved. As Clary already knew, he had collected many of Jocelyn's pieces of art over the years through Amatis. "It was the only way I could stay connected to the love of my life, without upsetting her new, better life…"

Valentine had finally walked back over and sat in his chair to finish his sordid tale. He told her that he had spotted her at the airport in Amsterdam, not having any idea that Jocelyn and Luke had a child…that he had no idea that the only woman he had ever loved was dying in a fire, as well as the only real friend he had ever had. Valentine had leaned forward and reached for Clary's hands, gently taking them.

Tears formed in his dark eyes and spilled. "After I met you in Amsterdam, I felt that God was giving me another chance to reconnect with Jocelyn and Lucian–Luke. I wanted to reach out to them and beg their forgiveness…but it was not to be. I was crushed when I heard about Jocelyn…and Luke. I wanted to tell you everything then, but stayed back to let you grieve. I have nothing but regret in my life…I wish I could take it all back. But I can't. I hope you can forgive me, Clarissa. Please. I hope you can accept my offer regarding her art in Idris. I took Idris away from her. I made her leave her home. She deserves to be able to come home, even if it's just through her art…you can help make that happen."

Clary had stared down at their hands and gently removed hers, setting them on her lap, when she heard a woman's voice behind the couch, where she and Jonathan sat. She whirled around to see Amatis, who had returned from her meeting. "It's all true, Clary. Every single word. As Lucian's sister, I swear it. Please come with us to Idris. I will guide you. Together we can navigate your legacy and pay homage to dear Jocelyn." Amatis' eyes had filled with tears as she walked up to Clary and cupped her chin gently with her long fingers. "Your father would be so happy to know we found each other. You're the only family I have left in this world…please consider it." Clary had told her aunt that she would consider it and agreed to stay longer to get more acquainted with Amatis. She had texted Jace that she would be home later than expected. Valentine left for a while, returning and making himself available for any questions Clary may have had concerning his long-winded story. They had all talked for hours afterwards.

"What a crazy night…" She said to her reflection in the mirror. She brushed her hair out with Jace's brush, until it was detangled and curling down her back. She started to pull her loose hair from the brush when she noticed a small bunch of very long light blonde hairs tangled in the brush. She furrowed her brows. What the hell? Who's bleached head did these belong to? Maybe it's an old brush...it's not. She pulled all of the hair out of the brush and bent down to toss it in the trash basket behind the toilet, when she saw it…. It was a torn foil packet in the bottom of Jace's trash basket. A condom wrapper. It peeked out from under a few wadded up tissues. Clary frowned and moved the tissues to find an obviously used, discarded condom. Oh my god. Clary quickly washed her hands in the sink as her mind began to race. Her heart pounded as she swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in her throat. Did Jace…no…did he? Maybe Alec and Magnus had used Jace's bathroom…but they've been out of town in Aspen…someone else? Fuck– only one way to find out…