Chapter 2: Chapter 2

He didn't wait for the hook to let loose as he ripped the lacy black bra off, exposing her bare tits.

Nicole dropped to the ground. She locked eyes with his, daring him to stop her as she unhooked his zipper. The hardness of his cock filled her vision. She expertly took it in her hands, teasing the tip with her tongue.

She replaced her tongue with her lips and kissed him there. His body tensed. Her actions were evoking warm, pulsing sensations through his body. Jacob groaned softly. She took the rest of his length into her mouth, spending long pleasurable minutes bobbing her head and making love to his cock.

She was moaning throughout the time. Warm semen filled her mouth when the pressure burst. She gulped it all down her throat.

It sent him back to old times. He enjoyed the way she sucked him. The pride he felt at being the only man who could make her feel and do the things that she did soared. She was his own personal slut. But he didn't want to remember those heartbreaks now. He was going to take all of her tonight.

Jacob pushed her towards the bed, a little too roughly, and ripped off her black lace panties. He took in her scent.

She still smelled the same way.

Nicole brought his lips to hers and pressed a kiss on them. She moaned under his weight, even louder as his growing hardness pressed against her thighs.

"Fuck me tonight, Jacob." She cried under his touch. "Please."

Jacob smirked at the way she begged him to take her. He wanted her to beg again and again and again. He needed to hear the desperation in her voice, to see the plea in her eyes; like she'd made him do that fateful day all those years ago.

He deepened the kiss and pressed a finger inside her, feeling the warm wetness in between her legs. She was dripping.

But he wouldn't give it to her so easily.

He added another finger and moaned at the way her folds clenched onto his fingers tightly. Jacob trailed his lips down her neck to her collarbone, where he sucked and nibbled. He could hear her ragged breathing as she grazed her long fingernails against his bare butt cheeks, grabbing them in a fistful.

How could he ever forget how she was in bed? Ever demanding, ever ready for him.

He trailed his lips down to her left breast and captured the bud with his teeth, tasting with rough, urgent nibbles. He cupped it in his hand, squeezing them into his mouth. His lips went down her stomach and stopped for a moment, only to twirl his tongue along her belly button. Then he buried his head in the middle of her legs. His tongue stroked gently on her clit.

Nicole cried out in pleasure, grabbing his hair as she angled her slit towards his face the more. Her desperation was intense.

He rolled his wicked tongue around her clit again and sucked in a circular rhythm. Then he dipped his tongue in her centre, thrusting nonstop till her juices coated his lips.

"Fuck me. Please, Jacob."

He moaned under her pleas and broke the progress again, rising and coming to grind his hardness against her pulsing centre.

This was wrong, really wrong. But he was going to do it, anyway. He was going to punish her for all these years. He was going to fuck her and leave a mark she'd never forget.

Jacob reached for a kiss and left no breathing space. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, not giving a single care. He was going to take everything that she'd stolen from him for six years.

"I'm going to fuck you like the bitch that you are."

•••

It would have been a perfect morning to him, eight years back. But destiny had changed and fate had sealed that Jacob would sleep with another man's wife after she had broken his heart. It was all wrong. Everything about last night. And now, as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, completely unclad, save for the small towel hanging from his waistline, he wished he had something to blame his actions on. A drunken mistake, a dare by his friends, a mistake of identities; but it was nothing of the sort. He had agreed to do this willingly and with all his heart.

He blamed it on Nicole, on his father, and on himself. Jameson had sent him out of the country after he had committed the unthinkable. If his father hadn't sent him to Singapore to prove himself, if Nicole had waited for him instead of running into the arms of Jameson; things would have been much easier. He would still have a relationship with Nicole. She would be his and not his father's wife.

Jacob tightened his hold against the edge of the sink and it took all his restraint to not bang his fist against his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He shouldn't have trapped himself in this web of deceit. He should be at Mayce, playing his role as the next in line.

His father had promised that after he turned thirty, the company would be his. It was now. He should act like the Jacob Mackay Singapore knew. The man who started a Fin-tech from the pin and pieces with his blood and sweat. A start-up that gained global recognition just under twelve months.

Forbes had listed him under the top youngest business moguls that year. He was the face of the front cover of Wondermen, a trendsetter magazine back in Singapore, where only the finest bachelors and young millionaires make it to. He should focus and lead Mayce to great fortune...

Not tangle himself in the same bed with his father's woman.

"I almost forgot how much of a morning person you are."

Nicole was standing by the bathroom door. A thin piece of clothing barely covered the thickness of her butt, and the fullness of her busts and her perky nipples. She was completely naked underneath, and he knew she was doing all of this on purpose. His thoughts travelled back to the forbidden moments of yesterday and how she would moan his name and cry out in pleasure. Deep down, he wondered if she still felt that genuine craving for him, just like he did for her.

But he was tired of playing her games. She wouldn't get to him this time around.

He splashed the cold water from the running tap over his face, awakening his sanity. When she made a step closer to him, he brushed past her at the split of a second.

"Get dressed, Nicole. Your family's waiting for you at home."

"I don't want to be anywhere else." She came from behind him, slipping a hand to his torso and pressing his back to her almost naked body. "I want to be with you."

Jacob sighed. Whatever was happening between them right now was crazy, and he needed to clear things once and for all.

He disentangled himself from her and walked over to his walk-in closet. He flung the door open to find something to wear. A new skin that would shield him from the sinful but pleasurable scent of Nicole and last night's sex.

"This was a mistake, Nicole. None of this should have happened." He pulled out a three piece before kicking the closet doors shut again.

"If you think it was a mistake, I don't. I don't regret any of it. Last night was the best I've had ever since things ended between us."

"Would you cut the crap, Nicole? I've moved on. You should too. Eight years is a fucking long time to not put the past behind us."

"What if I never stopped loving you?"

He stopped dressing for a second and his heart missed a beat. It was the last thing he expected to hear.

He didn't hear her come closer. Nicole turned him to face her now, cupping his face into her warm palm. Her eyes searched into his, and he wished he could push her away for making him feel vulnerable. For thinking she could search through him whenever and however she liked. She lost that right a long time ago.

"I'm willing to leave him if you ask me this time," she said in a whisper.

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