Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Aaron’s POV

My entire field of vision narrowed to red. My blood was suddenly flaining, hotter than the crackling bonfire in the center of the garden.

Hell no. There was no way I was going to watch her kiss another person right under my nose.

What was this? Some sort of cosmic curse designed just for my torment?

I’d let Fiona get away with her bullshit; I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. I wouldn’t let Jessica slip away.

“They’re not kissing.” I growled with absolute finality, my hand shooting out to snatch the card out of the air before it fluttered to the ground.

I grabbed Jessica’s arm and swiftly pulled her away from David, further into the protective arc of my body.

Lena scoffed, crossing her arms like she owned the damn night. The game is a game, Ron. It’s just a kiss.”

I snapped my glare toward her. She immediately recoiled, her previous arrogance burning away under the heat of my anger.

“Fuck your stupid game,” I snarled. “I won’t have my girlfriend kissing another man.”

“Come on, man, it’s just a kiss. Besides, Fiona did the same. The game is going to get boring if you couples keep interrupting this way,” Manuel, one of my cousins, chimed in, sounding annoyed.

I felt the control slipping. “Unfortunately, Manuel, Fiona isn’t the right compass to measure morals. She completely doesn’t have one, and my Jessica isn’t a whore like her.”

“Woah!” A ripple of stunned murmurs spread across the circle. The air suddenly became charged, electric.

“Easy, man,” Natasha muttered, but her eyes danced with amusement, like she was popcorn–ready for the drama to explode.

“How dare you, Aaron? You called me a whore!” Fiona spat from across the fire, finally drawing my full, undivided attention.

Her gray eyes were blazing with pure anger, but I didn’t give a shit–that’s exactly who she was.

“Did I lie, Fiona? I mean, you kissed someone else in the presence of your fiancé. The same fiancé you fucked while you were still supposedly with me.”

Her face reddened instantly with acute embarrassment now, and the sound of my cousins whispering and snickering under their breath was the most satisfying thing I’d heard all night.

“Ron, that’s enough,” David interjected, sounding genuinely concerned this time, but I wasn’t done. I wanted Fiona to hurt, to feel the pain she had caused me four years ago.

She didn’t look at me, but I could see the sadness and tears brimming in her eyes. Yet, even that wasn’t enough. I wanted her to bleed, to cry, to suffer.

“Eric didn’t seem to mind. I think you should mind your business, and focus on that fat gir—”

“One more word about Jessica, Fiona, and I will toss you into this fire and watch you burn alive,” I threatened, my voice low and vibrating with dangerous calm.

Her eyes widened, genuinely taken aback by the naked threat.

I felt Jessica tense up beside me. Her eyes were watching me with a mixture of surprise and a complex emotion I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Eric wouldn’t mind because he knows he is with someone as despicable as you. He doesn’t give a rat’s ass about you, because you’re interchangeable garbage,” I snapped back.

As for me. I love my girl, and I care about her. I won’t let her stick her tongue in other people’s mouths because of a pointless game.”

I left her mouth hanging open, silenced by my venom.

Sensing Jessica’s acute discomfort, and realizing I couldn’t trust myself not to do something violent–I yanked her up from the mat and began walking.

She went still at first, shocked, but I didn’t care–I was content to lead, my tongue sweeping in to taste her fully. My other hand mapped out the curve of her soft body, eventually settling possessively on her thigh.

A moan vibrated from her into my mouth, making my cock stran painfully against my jeans..

“Jump, I ordered, my voice rough.

Like an obedient girl, she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. My grip instantly found her soft ass, and I carried her the few feet to the bed.

I laid her gently onto the silk sheets without breaking the kiss, my body hovering over hers.

I trailed my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, drawing out more of those breathy moans that drove me wild.

My hand slid up her thigh, pushing her shorts higher, fingers brushing the edge of her panties.

She arched into me, her body responding even if her mind was racing.

But as my fingers slipped under the fabric, teasing the heat between her legs, she gasped my name.

“Aaron.”

The sound of her voice, my name on her lips, stopped me dead.

Our eyes met in an electric, breathless moment. The moonlight streaming through the window made her gaze look like deep pools of the oceans and fear.

“I’m not ready,” she whispered, her chest heaving beneath me.