Chapter 228

Her hands moved into his shirt and a moan escaped his throat. His head fell back when she kissed and nipped at his throat while her hands started unbuckling his belt, slipping his jeans from him. Her teeth closed over a nipple and Jon backed her up. Threw her on the pool table, pushing himself in between her thighs and ripped into her in one fluid motion.

“Oh God …that feels do good!”

He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back making her gasp…

“SAY MY NAME….” Fear started at the pit of her stomach…Jon was scaring her, his eyes were hard and his hands cruel on her skin.

“Uumm…Jon what’s wrong?…”

He pounded into her, his eyes glassy…not answering her. His body just moving against her as she felt herself gripping him tight..

“FUCK…I told you to scream my name…..!”

She felt herself come and his name rushed from her lips in a scream…

“That’s what I want baby.. I want you to know its me inside you….Oooooh God….”

Jon spilled inside her his hands gripping her, hurting her…

He collapsed onto her and kissed breasts. He took his hand from her hair and stroked her buttocks.

She lay on the table her mind rushing…what’s going on…why is he acting like this?

He lifted from her and withdrew. She pushed herself from the table and looked up slowly. Not sure what to see in his eyes.

He zipped his pants and the drunk look was still in his eyes….it was now mixed with a sated look as well.

She knew she was going to be bruised tomorrow and her scalp tingled where he yanked her hair earlier. She had a slight burning between her legs…but Jon’s reaction worried her more than anything.

“Jon what was that all about?”

“What, don’t tell me you didn’t like it? You did scream my name…” A smugness covered his face.

A sudden fury pulsed through her veins.

“Yeah after you nearly fucking ripped my hair off my scalp. Listen Jon I’m open to many things…but I’m not here for you to fuck me when your drunk and frustrated. I’m sure you can hire some willing whores for that, shit I think you can just walk out the door and someone will be willing.”

He stepped forward and stared into her eyes.

“I want you to remember me fucking you ….and when Richie or any other man fucks you I want you so see my face…call my name…YOU ARE MINE CHEYENNE , get that?”

The slap sounded like a whip in the silent room. Jon saw it coming but he didn’t even tried to stop it. He wanted to hurt and humiliate her as she has humiliated and hurt him. He got drunk and he knew he would teach her a lesson.

She got dressed as best she could, tears stinging her eyes.

He will not give her to Richie willingly. He WILL brand her as his …he’ll brand himself in her mind forever…she will not escape him, and if she ever decides to got to Richie or any other man he will spoil her for them. He will make sure of that.

Hate and determination burned in his eyes. Cheyenne felt cold inside. Jon doesn’t love her, he sees her as a plaything …a body he can use for his own pain and pleasure.

“Jon…I’m not one of your cars or any other possessions. I’m a human being…I belong to no one. I don’t know why Richie has to be dragged into this. You are drunk and now you’re looking for an excuse for your shitty behaviour. Don’t ever come to me again if you feel sorry for yourself. If you want to FUCK something go fuck yourself or some whore….I’m not your whore.”

She turned around and stormed out only to be dragged back. Jon swung her around and crushed her into his arms. He kissed her violently and immediately tasted her blood on his lips. Cheyenne tried to fight him but he was just too strong…A nauseous feeling welled up in her.

She whimpered and Jon tasted a mixture of blood and tears on his lips. It shocked him back to reality. He gentled his kiss but Cheyenne broke away from his embrace trying to put a safe distance between them.

“Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry.”

Cheyenne looked at Jon, tears streaming down her face.

“Jon why can’t you just trust me? Why don’t you talk to me? “

Jon’s head snapped up, his eyes cold, pain flashed through them as he looked at her.

“You are going to leave me just as Dorothea did. You meet a man who makes you feel young and sexy and wanted. Then you take up and leave. And me I’m standing with my fucking heart in my hands eating shit! I’m not going through this Cheyenne, and if you wanna leave me for Richie or whoever I’ll make fucking sure I’ll spoil you for any other man . You get that?”