After Escaping From Wedding Night

Chapter 7. She Wants More

Jessica gulped. This was not a good idea. Why did he lock the door? Why did he ask her to stay and not Lves as well? No, this was not good at all. She had, after all, ruined his life three years back. Because of her, his business and family had been destroyed. She had achieved her goal, hadn't she? 

But at what cost? Her conscience had bothered her every night since she had handed the envelope over to her stepdad. But she had done it all for her brother, and it had all been for Steve.

"You know, I always hated the name Jessica," Roger whispered while he prowled around her. 

"I had a girl in elementary school, and she was such a little b***h," he shook his head and laughed. "And do you know what her name is?" Roger asked while continuing to circle her.

Jessica simply frowned, tense in posture, and looked back at him.

"Her name was Jessica. f*****g Jessica. It's always the Jessicas that ruin your s**t, isn't it?"

Jessica swallowed. No, she did not like this. She did not like this at all. "How should I know?" She replied, hoping something, anything, would pacify him.

Roger burst out laughing. "You should know! You! You of all people should know how much of a cunt Jessicas are."

Had he gone mad? Jessica stared at Roger as he continued to laugh at her question. What was so funny? Was she going to be murdered tonight by a maniac who could not stop laughing? From the looks of things, the answer was yes.

Jessica gathered her courage and squared her shoulders. 

"What the hell do you want? I do not want to play your stupid game!"

Roger glared back at her, a sharp contrast from the laughing fit he had just a few seconds prior. His blue eyes turned to ice.

"You think this is a game?" Roger growled. "If you think that, well then, strap in, love, because it will be a bumpy ride." He smirked.

"What do you want?" Jessica repeated, enraged that he was holding her captive.

"Revenge."

Jessica was scared by the way he looked at her, all she wanted now was leaving! Leaving now! 

Before she could reach the door, Jessica gasped as she was yanked back with force and thrown on the bed. She felt a feeling of déjà vu fall over her. It had been the same way, with the same man, three years ago...

Jessica looked up and stared at Roger, her breaths coming fast. He had an indescribable look in his eyes. A look of hatred and passion, combining with lust and contempt. All directed towards her. She swallowed as she recognized that look. She felt a rush of emotion travel through her stomach down to her p***y. Her mind was filling up with haze now, the same haze that had clouded her that fateful night three years before.

It was quiet in the room, profoundly unsettling quiet, a stillness that felt concrete, solid, the air between them materializing into an impenetrable, unbreakable wall. The only sounds were their breaths, coming out in harsh breaths. Jessica's heart was pounding, the dull thumping rhythm nothing more than a reprieve, an escape, because as soon as it was back, she was reminded of the fact that this was real, this was happening. She hoped Roger could not hear it.

She wanted to move away, away from between his arms, but she could not f*****g move.

"What do you do to me?" he whispered as he climbed on the bed, entrapping her with his large muscular body. His voice was guttural, desperate, and so very different from the usual cold it held whenever he talked to her.

Jessica gulped loudly, and his eyes traveled down to her throat, watching as her Adam's Apple bobbed with each gulp.

Roger then lowered his head and, ghosting his lips over hers. Just the faintest skin on skin – his breath was sharp and hot. Jessica was surprised at herself as a helpless, desperate, choking sound emitted from her lips. She needed him closer. And he was right f*****g there. His hips pressed into her core, the movement causing both to groan out loud as the friction and heat.

With a low frantic growl, Roger's hands moved up from her neck to grip the back of her head, his fingers digging ferociously into her hair, pinning her down. 

He tasted the same as she remembered, like cinnamon and a hint of something musky and so masculine. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, feeling the strong muscles of his chest under her fingers.

All she could think was, she wanted more.    

Jessica felt wetness pooling down there when she heard Roger moan, huskily. She could not understand how this was happening. How was this real? 

The logical part of her brain told her to push him away, but her heart strictly resisted. It was thumping loudly for Roger. Her heart wanted more, and she was going to listen to her heart, not her brain.  

A cold and firm hand forcefully clamped on her slender neck, and his hands traveled down behind her until he was kneading her backside. Jessica gasped as he suddenly yanked her closer, rolling his hips and thrusting his erection between her thighs – hot, hard, and thick. Oh, how she had missed this!

"You know I should kill you now," Roger whispered, his hot breath fawning over her face as he licked the side of it.

Jessica was too lost in his touch to respond so she simply moaned in response. 

Three years ago, Jessica had not expected that things would go this awry. She had wanted to go back to Roger and apologize. To tell him that her hands had been tied, that she had been forced. When she finally found the courage, she found out she was pregnant. That had stopped her since she knew that Roger would not let her keep the baby. She was afraid that he would kill her.

"I'm sorry, Roger," Jessica whispered in between the heavy breathing and kissing.

Hearing her words, Roger let her go and stared at her. Why was she apologizing now?

"Sorry for what? For ruining my life? For ruining everything I had ever worked for? Shall I go on? What are you sorry for?" Roger sneered; Jessica still trapped under his hot body.

Jessica looked away. She did not know how to answer this question. He was right. She had ruined his life. She could not say anything to defend herself.

She flinched as he put his full weight on her slender body and brought his lips closer to her. He was directly over her now, not even a distance of a few centimeters were between their lips.

"Hmm? What are you sorry for?" Roger murmured, his lips just ghosting over hers.  

Jessica stared back at Roger. This was the moment of truth. This was the moment where she could stop all this like an adult would do, leave her work, and go back to her family. Or she could continue, possibly ruin her life a second time, but have the best s*x of her life – something she had imagined for the past three years.

Of course, there was no question about it.     

Jessica leaned up and slammed her lips against his.

Scalding molten heat pooled in her panties, soaking them even more inspiring a familiar desperate clenching ache. She needed him. She needed him to press up, yes, yes, right there, that spot. He felt so f*****g good, but Jessica wanted more. She wanted him inside of her.

His mouth trailed down her jaw, over her neck, his teeth latching onto her throat, biting, nipping, tugging – it stung, but as his tongue darted out to lap at the marks he was making, soothing the raw skin, Jessica could not help but gasp. Every inch of her body felt inflamed and unstable as if she were uncertain. However, she had never been more certain of anything in her life.  

Roger shifted his body, drawing his knee up and rested it between her thighs. Then, he slowly moved his fingers, rubbing them gently over her swollen v****a.

Jessica moaned like she was in heaven – and yes, she was. It was the best feeling she had ever had apart from his p***s being inside her. Involuntarily, her body started moving with a rhythm that matched his.

Yes, yes, just there. God. Please, there. There.

So f*****g close. Please. Don't stop. Never stop. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Jessica moaned loudly as a sudden rush of emotion gathered in her v****a. She had orgasmed. She had come with Roger's fingers rubbing into her v****a.