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Jenny’s POV

I was tired of being in Ian’s house 24/7. It was boring. And bring locked up in a house was not something I was very used to. I didn’t like staying here. Not at all.

I dressed up in the tightest dress of mine I could find and combed my hair, letting it down then wore my heels and took my phone. I walked down the stairs and halted when I saw Ian sitting there.

“Has Sophie spoken to you?” He asked without even looking up from his laptop.

“Not yet,” I replied slowly and he just nodded stiffly. I acted casual and continued walking to the door when he finally raised his head and assessed me from head to toe.

“You can’t leave the house, sorry,” he said to me flatly in a tone that indicated it would be wise to not argue with him. But I wasn’t ready to let him boss me around.

“Yes, I can. And I am,” I answered flatly, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You can’t,” he deadpanned.

“And why is that?” I demanded.

“The people who were trying to kill Sophie might be trying to kill you too. As far as you’re apart of my world now, then you’re in danger,” he murmured.

“But you already killed her,” I reminded him slowly. “You killed your betrothed who wanted to harm Soph.”

“There are other people,” he answered with a shrug. “And I don’t want to be responsible for your death.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “You can’t be serious right now.”

“I am. Sorry,” he answered flatly, his focus going back to whatever he was doing on his laptop.

“Unless Jacob goes with you,” he added, raising his head and staring at me. “That’s the only way I can let you leave, if Jacob is protecting you.”

I glared at him. I hated Jacob but that’ll have to do. “Fine,” I grunted.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ronan was here, and he was with another girl, not the one I caught him with the last time. He met my eyes and a smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around the girls waist and pulled her closer to him.

I gulped, looking away as I felt my eyes sting. I couldn’t believe this. Ronan was here and he seemed to have moved on just fine. Yet I was the one here still hung up on me.

I think I had fallen in love with who I thought he was. And that was why I was finding it so hard to move on from him.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t have come out tonight. I should have just stayed in my guestroom at Ian’s house and just cried myself to sleep or binge watch a series till I fall asleep.

I had thought coming out here today will help me feel better but it turns out I was seriously wrong. It wasn’t helping me feel better at all. If anything, I felt worse. Especially with what I was seeing.

I looked at Ronan again and he slammed his lips on the girl’s lips, kissing her bard like the wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck her right in front of everyone. And I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me jealous. But he didn’t need to go that far. He already succeeded.

I should have just stayed at home while Ian said I should. I should have just stayed at home and tried to talk to Sophia…maybe she’ll want to talk to me too and I could just tell her about everything that had happened to me.

But no. I decided to be stubborn and I come here. Now this was what I get for coming here.

A tear slid down my cheeks and I wiped it off, looking away.

“Why is that guy making you cry?”

Fuck. I had forgotten that Jacob was right next to me.

I gulped. “He’s not making me cry,” I lied.

“But you’re crying,” He pointed out flatly.

“He’s my ex,” I answered. We broke up…not even up to a week. We didn’t exactly date, but…whatever. You won’t understand anyways,” I sniffed.

“And let me guess, he’s trying to make you jealous by doing this with the girl?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. Wasn’t that obvious enough?

“Yay! You guessed right, genius,” I murmured, rolling my eyes while he just scoffed.

“If he can be doing that then why can’t you do that too?” He asked and I raised my brows in question. What was he trying to say?

“What do you mean?” I demanded.

“I meanz why can’t you make him jealous in return? Why can’t you find a guy that will just…help you make him jealous?” He asked.

And then a stupid and reckless idea came to my head. Very stupid and reckless that I wouldn’t have thought of normally but I only thought of it because I wasn’t in the right state of mind.

I got up and grabbed Jacob’s hand, pulling him up too. He got up, confused, and I led him to the dancefloor before I started to sway my his slowly, turning around and putting his hands on my waist as I rocked him.

“Jenny, what are you doing?” He asked harshly.

My eyes met Ronan’s and he seemed surprised, probably just as surprised as Jacob was. I looked away from him, trying to act natural and indifferent.

“Taking your advice of course,” I replied, just as quiet as he was.

Taking his advice had led me to something else.

I had gotten so turned on that I couldn’t stop myself so I had to bring him up to one of the hotel rooms on top of the bar.

I slammed my lips on his, form of common sense flying out of my head instantly. I shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck, I hated bim. I hated him so much yet here I was, kissing him like my mind depended on it.

He was as stiff as a stick, and I broke the kiss, already feeling stupid, but before I could blink, his lips was on me again, even more aggressive than I had been.

He lifted me up with ease as if I didn’t weigh anything and that was unsurprising, considering that I knew what he was.

He kissed my neck, my back hitting the wall. One of his hands slid under my dress, instantly finding my panties. He pushed my panties aside and pressed down on my clit hard. I moaned loudly, not caring that anyone could probably hear us.

That wasn’t something I could bring myself to care about at the moment. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. That was the only thing I could think of at the moment.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he murmured, rubbing my clit teasingly.

“Stop teasing,” I told him, opening my eyes and staring into his own eyes. Right now, it didn’t look as if he hated me. It looked as if he wanted to fuck me just the way that J wanted him to.

We could go back to hating ourselves later but right now, I needed him inside of me.

“You won’t be the one to tell me what to do,” he replied in a flat tone yet his hand slipped inside of me and massaged my g-spot instantly.

I arched my back, shutting my eyes tight and moaning loudly as I grabbed his wrist.

“Good girl,” he said. “So responsive,” he praised, pumping his fingers in and out of me.

“Jacob,” His name slipped out of my lips in a moan before I could stop myself.

His fingers increased pace. “Say that again. Call my name again,” he told me. “Moan my name.”

“Jacob,” I moaned again, shutting my eyes tight as his fingers pounded hard against my g-spot. The pleasure was doing many things to me.

I couldn’t even think straight anymore. I only knew I was ready to do whatever he wanted as long as he fucked me.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge and I clenched around his fingers, moaning shamelessly as he finger-fucked me.

“I’m cumm-ah,” I moaned as I came around his fingers, bursts of white light flashing against my eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered huskily in my ears while my legs trembled around his waist.

He wrapped both hands around my waist, holding me as he led me to the bed and then he dropped me on the bed, turning me around and positioning me in all fours.

I remained in the position, turning my head to see a feral look on his face as he undid the zip of his trousers and pulled it down along with his boxers.

I gasped at his length and bit back a moan when he rubbed his length against my slick core. The friction and pleasure that come with it had my stomach tightening in anticipation. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him.

“Do you want this?” He asked huskily and I looked back, glaring at him.

He was teasing me yet he still has the audacity to ask if I wanted it or not. Did he think I could think straight right now? If he could think straight, I couldn’t. I could wallow in regret later after he had fucked me but right now I needed him inside of me.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Are you sure?” He asked, rubbing my pussy with his cock. I shut my eyes tight, clenching as I nodded my head.

“Use your words,” he said. His teasing was starting to feel like a punishment now. I needed him inside of me and yet he was content teasing me.

Yet I found myself begging, despite the fact that I hated him. “Please,” I breathed out. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured as he thrust into me in one go, his cock stretching out my pussy instantly. I whimpered, wincing slightly at the sharp pain that came with accommodating his length all at once.

I gripped the bedsheet tight as he fucked me, slowly at first, stroking my walls and then he started going harder, pounding against my g-spot until I could feel him in my womb.

I was screaming now, screaming his name and other words that even I didn’t know, while he spanked me hard on one ass cheek.

The mix of the pain and the pleasure brought me to an orgasm I had never had before. I squeezed him tight, screaming as I came around him.

All energy left me instantly and my legs were shaking now yet I struggled to keep myself in the same position while he pounded into me relentlessly.

He flipped me over without warning, raising my legs up and spreading my legs wide so he could have better access. He was staring deep into my eyes, making everything even more intense as he pounded into me. I came again. And again. And again, that I didn’t even know when one was ending and another was starting.

He flipped me back on my hands and knees in a way that I was facing the standing mirror, so I could see what he was going to me. So I could see as he was fucking me.

He ran his hands through my hair and grabbed a fistful, pounding harder into me while spanking my ass hard. I came again, and this time, tears were streaming down my eyes from the impact.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh, and him fucking me so hard was so erotic that another orgasm bled into the previous one. I had lost count.

And this time, he came into me with a groan, combing his hands through my hair and meeting my eyes through the mirror as he shot loads and loads of cum into me.

“No one else gets to touch you…to fuck you. No one,” he deadpanned.