With a cold stare, Jarrod held Nicole's chin firmly.
“This is what you want. Can't you handle it now?” he taunted.
Disgust swept through Nicole.
He was audacious, caring little for the occasion and the surroundings.
Closing her eyes, Nicole exhibited a vulnerability seldom seen, whispering, “I
can’t... I'm in so much pain now...”
Jarrod's scoff was bitter.
“Then moan. If it pleases me, I might just release you.”
Suddenly, Nicole's gaze lifted to the white hospital walls, her realization dawning.
Jarrod wanted Roscoe to overhear her moan. He wanted to degrade her and test
their bond.
In a different time, Nicole would willingly share intimacy with Jarrod and avoided
the sting of disgrace.
Yet, having been subjected to such degradation, her sense of dignity seemed
worthless now.
A sharp ache in her abdomen served as a grim reminder of her possibly fleeting
life, casting doubt on the necessity of maintaining her pride while enduring such
agony.
With a deft movement, she caressed the coarse tips of Jarrod’s fingers with her
tongue. Her lips parted ever so slightly, releasing a sound that was both alluring
and pitiful.
“Mmm... Mmm...”
After a minute of her charade, Jarrod commanded, “Enough.”
Jarrod’s lips were a firm line, his gaze icy with unfulfilled yearning.
He realized he didn’t want anyone else to hear her voice.
More than that, he yearned to silence her completely, to possess her in a way
that left her soundless.
This overwhelming urge agitated him.
Nicole scoffed.
“Finished so soon, Mr. Schultz? Others might question your prowess.
Jarrod's eyes grew darker and his smothered desire rekindled. With a sardonic
laugh, he shot back, “Damn it! Nicole, don’t provoke me.”
His mock was sharp.
“If I were incompetent, you wouldn't be hospitalized now.”