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The Garden Of Sin

By: TwistedMisery



"Wake up, Jack!" Slapping him across the face, Tina scowled as he tilted his head to the side, and groaned.

His eyes squinted against the harsh light that was streaming through their bedroom window before he lifted his head, and looked at her. 

It took a moment for him to realize that he was sitting in one of the chairs from the kitchen, and that he couldn't move because his hands were tied to the back of it. 

His voice was thick from all of the liquor he had imbibed the night before. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Pulling at his restraints, he frowned. When he couldn't move his wrists the slightest bit his expression darkened. "I don't know what the fuck it is you think you're playing at here, but fucking untie me. Now!"

Tina's lip trembled as she fought to contain the rage inside of her. Reaching out, she slapped him across the face again. Her jaw was set in hard lines as her eyes narrowed. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Jack. Not anymore."

His head had turned slightly when her palm connected with his cheek, but he quickly looked back at her barely containing his rage. His blue eyes were explosive as he snarled at her. "You're going to fucking regret that!"

"I already do," Tina spit out hatefully. "I regret every moment of my life since I met you," she seethed. "You've brought me nothing but misery, and heartache since the day we met."

Stepping away from him, she pulled open the top drawer of their dresser, and pulled out a pair of balled up socks. When she had them in hand, she slammed the drawer closed, and turned back to face him. 

When he turned his head their gazes clashed. Tina looked into his beautiful, fierce eyes, and ached with regret. It was those eyes that had drew her in. Making her weak in ways she couldn't even describe. 

Regardless of the fact that he was good looking in a way that was heart stopping, or that he had the physique of a god, it was his eyes that had sealed her fate. They made him appear vulnerable, sweet, and slightly innocent when they looked at you. 

Tina saw it for what it was now. A facade. There was nothing sweet or innocent about Jack. He was a cruel, unfeeling bastard. Incapable of thinking of anyone, but himself. 

She had sworn to herself as she had rubbed the blood away from her mouth while pulling herself off the floor that she would never allow him to hurt her again. It was going to be the last time. She had no more forgiveness inside of her. No more understanding. No more love. She felt empty. 

These were the things that ran through her mind as she approached him, and grabbed a fistful of his light brown hair. Yanking his head back, she stared into his face. 

Her left eye was still slightly swollen, and just beneath it the skin had an ugly, purple bruise from where his fist had smashed into it the night before. 

"Everyday that I've spent with you has been a nightmare," she told him softly. "I gave up my life to be with you. I gave up everything I had just to be yours. You have no idea how much I regret that now."

His lips pinched, and his eyes narrowed. "That is such bullshit, and you know it," he growled.

Tina shook her head as she looked at him. Even now, when he was at her mercy, he was still an arrogant bastard. 

"You and I both know why you gave all of that shit up, Tina. You were bored. Bored and unfulfilled. I did you a favor by getting you out of there. You should thank me."

Tina drew in her breath on a laugh. "Thank you?" Pulling harder on his hair, she yanked his head back further. "I should thank you for what, Jack? Ending my marriage? Dragging me into a life of constant abuse?" Pointing to her black eye, her expression grew incensed. "Should I thank you for this, Jack?"

For a moment his eyes darted away from hers guiltily, but a scowl soon returned to his face when she pulled his hair viciously. 

"You're no hero, Jack. You're the God damned villain. Get ready, because I'm going to make you pay for every single thing you've done to me."

His eyes grew wary, but then he smirked. "What are you going to do? Slap me to death?"

Dropping her hand away from him, Tina straightened, and looked into his amused face. "That's not a bad place to start," she told him. Raising her arm, she backhanded him across the cheek making his head turn. 

Gritting his teeth, Jack's expression grew mutinous. When he spoke his voice was flat and cold. "Go ahead and have your fun, baby. We both know that when I get free from this fucking chair that I'm not going to be the one suffering. Get it out of your system while you can."

His words sent a sledgehammer of anger through Tina's gut. When she hit him again she put all her strength behind it. The slight trickle of blood that appeared from the corner of his mouth gave her little satisfaction.

"Trust me, Jack. I'll be long gone before you ever get out of that chair."

His mouth pinched again as he looked at her. "I'll find you. There's no where you can hide from me, Tina."

His words sent a fleeting feeling of trepidation through her frame before her resolved kicked in. "I guess we'll see, won't we?" Lifting her fingers she held the balled up socks in front of him. "Open your mouth."

His brows furrowed as he looked at them, and then he raised his angry blue eyes to her. "You are not putting that in my mouth."

Tina tightened her lips as she fought the desire to smile. "Open wide, Jack. Don't make me crush your boys just to get this in there."

Narrowing his eyes at her, Jack reluctantly parted his lips half an inch before grimacing, and closing them again. "This is fucking ridiculous. Let me out of this God damned chair!" Pulling on his restraints, he jerked the chair forward slightly as his anger got the better of him. 

When Tina reached between his legs his eyes widened. "Don't you fucking dare, you little bitch. I will kill you."

Her fingers were unkind as they dug into his testicles through his jeans. It more than had the desired effect. Jack's mouth tore open as his eyes closed in excruciating agony. Before he could close his lips again, Tina shoved the ball of socks between his teeth.

Once it was in place, she reached down to pick up the roll of duct tape she had placed on the bed, and tore off a piece with her teeth before slapping it across the lower half of his face. When he opened his eyes again, his icy, blue gaze was murderous as he stared up at her.

"That's what happens when you don't listen. You would do well to remember that, Jack." 

Tina smiled then, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She felt a hollowness inside of her that had taken any joy she could possibly derive from this. Jack needed to be taught a lesson, or he would just go on to hurt someone else after she was gone. Maybe worse than in the ways that he had hurt her. She had to put an end to it.

"Do you remember the day of the parade? When I wore that light blue dress that you like so much? We were standing in the crowd watching the floats go by when I spotted my sister buying popcorn from a vendors cart. I got excited because I hadn't seen her in so long. All I wanted to do was to rush to her, and say hello."

Tina's expression grew wistful at the memory, but then her visage hardened as she looked at his face. "Do you remember what you did?"

Jack gave no inclination of a response. He just continued to stare at her angrily from where he sat.

"You slapped me across the face, and told me that I had no family. That you were my family. Do you remember that day, Jack?"

When he continued to stare, Tina went on. "You made us leave then. Practically dragged me to the car. When we got home you hit me in the face twice then made me have sex with you on the kitchen table."

Her breath hitched slightly as memories flooded through her. "I never got to talk to her that day. I haven't been able to see her since. You took that from me, Jack. You took my family from me so that I would feel as alone as you are."

A loud grunt escaped him, followed by something that was extremely muffled. Whatever his response had been, it wasn't anything kind.

"I can't make that out, Jack. It's also rude to interrupt people when they're talking." Stepping towards him, she gripped his left earlobe between her fingers, and pinched it viciously as she pulled up on it.

Another grunt escaped him as he fought not to show any outward signs of pain. Tina smirked at the prideful reaction. She knew this game well, and had played it herself many times. On countless occasions he had laid into her until the screams were forced from her throat. By the time she was done with him, Jack would be screaming for her to stop.

Snatching her fingers from him, she took a step back. Her green eyes were haunted as she looked through him. "Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me, Jack?"

When he nodded brusquely, Tina's eyes narrowed. "I was with John that day. We had just returned from the car show. He went upstairs to take a nap, and I had decided to go out to the garden to pick tomatoes for the spaghetti sauce I was making that night. I had no idea that you were out there lurking on the patio. When you touched me I almost screamed." 

Taking a deep breath, Tina's eyes came back into focus as she looked at him. "Then I was in your arms," she said softly. "I had never felt anything like that before. The excitement. The danger of being discovered at any moment. The feel of your hands on me. Your mouth. You were so beautiful, so young, and you wanted me. I never had a chance of resisting you once you uttered those words."

Tina smiled wistfully, but her expression grew sad as she continued. "I knew it was wrong. You were twenty five years old. Almost eight years younger than me, and I had been married for the better part of ten years. I knew I should send you away. Make you stop. Tell you I couldn't give you the things that you wanted, but I didn't do any of those things."

Tina's eyes closed at the memory. "Those three little words sealed my fate, because I knew in that moment that despite the consequences, I loved you too, and I couldn't imagine going on with my life without you."

When her eyes opened, they were flooded with unshed tears. "I didn't know that you were a monster then, Jack."

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The sun was warm, and Tina's sun dress billowed about her knees as the breeze caught hold of it. She was standing before a cart filled with the fuzziest peaches she had ever seen when the sight of a barrel full of ripened strawberries caught her eye. 

The farmer's market was packed to overflowing. It was the first day of the season, and the entire town seemed to be present for the big day. Tina's first attempt at gardening was going extremely well, and the tomato plants she had buried in the backyard seemed to be flourishing. It was very encouraging, and she had decided to purchase some pepper plants next.

The strawberries just seemed too good to pass up. Lifting her gaze to the young girl that was in charge of the stand, she smiled.

"Those look amazing," she told her kindly.

The young girl returned her smile with a shy one of her own, and stepped forward. "My grandmother grows them. They're really sweet. Would you like to try one," she asked.

"They look absolutely mouth watering. I would love to try one," Tina responded.

Stepping to the barrel, the young girl plucked out a large red strawberry, and turned to hand it to Tina with a flourish. As she took it from her, the roar of a pick up truck pulling into the lot beside them, drew Tina's attention. 

It was an old rusted yellow, and when it came to a stop, both doors flew open as two men emerged from inside of it. They were both shirtless, and Tina watched them with interest as one leapt into the back of the truck to lift a bushel of what looked to be cabbage from the back of it.

When he turned to hand it to the other man standing at the end of the truck, Tina gasped. The beauty of him was remarkable. His muscles stood out prominently on his sculpted chest, and his biceps bulged as he hoisted the bushel into his arms, but that's not what caught Tina's attention. 

It was his face. It was almost as if it had been etched to resemble something from her deepest fantasies. He emitted masculinity from his finely sculpted nose down to his beautifully shaped lips, and jaw. 

It was his eyes that held Tina captivated most though. They looked soulful, and slightly pained giving him a look of touching vulnerability. 

When he lifted them, and caught her gaze upon him, Tina gasped again. They were the lightest blue, and the intensity within their depths made it difficult for Tina to breath. For an endless moment they looked at one another until the spell was broken by the young girl who had handed her the strawberry.

"Would you like to buy some?" she wondered curiously.

Tina broke the contact finally, and looked away to meet the young girl's soft brown eyes. With a small smile, she lifted the strawberry to her lips and took a bite. The ripened fruit burst inside of her mouth. It tasted sweetly, and Tina was quickly enamored of the flavor. 

"It's delicious," she told her. "I would love to buy some. Do you by chance sell seeds for these?"

The young girl smiled proudly, but quickly shook her head. "Grandmother likes to keep her trade secrets." Lifting a handful of strawberries from the barrel, she filled a small green carton as Tina took another bite of the strawberry.

Her eyes darted back to the truck where the men were still unloading the bushels. Half the truck bed was now empty, and she noticed that as he moved on top of it to hand down the cabbage that his eyes repeatedly darted to hers. The fact that he was showing such a keen interest in looking at her made Tina's cheeks warm with pleasure.

"They're four dollars," the young girl said drawing her gaze back to her.

Tina reached into the pocket of her skirt to pull out the money. Once she had handed it over, the girl handed her the small carton, and Tina placed it within her satchel that rested against her hip. With one last lingering look at the man who was so intently watching her, she thanked the young girl, and turned away to peruse other carts as she stepped away.

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By the time Tina had rounded the market twice, her satchel was halfway full. She had purchased strawberries, green beans, cucumbers, and four packages of pepper plant seeds for her garden. The image of light blue eyes stayed with her the entire time that she shopped making her bite her lip at intervals as her minded wandered from what she was doing.

Once she had all that she needed, and decided it was time to walk back to the house, she was completely distracted. The side of her hip caught the handle of a wheelbarrow as she walked past it, and to Tina's utter horror, she watched as it over turned, and dozens of large red apples went flying across the ground.

Lifting a hand to her mouth in dismay, she quickly bent to pick them up as a large woman with greying hair stepped towards her to lift the wheelbarrow back on it's feet.

A sound of aggravation escaped her throat. "Look what you've done here. There's no way I'll be able to sell these now. They're filthy."

"I'm so very sorry," Tina told her as her cheeks flamed. "I guess I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Obviously," the woman returned harshly. Squatting beside the pile of apples, she began lifting handfuls of them, and placing them back into the barrow. 

Tina's lip trembled with embarrassment. "Please. Let me pay for them. I feel really awful."

The woman's expression grew disgusted as she looked up at her. "There's at least a hundred dollars worth of product here. Do you have a hundred dollars?"

Tina's mouth parted as she met her angry gaze. Her voice was hesitant as she spoke. "I don't have it with me, but I can walk back home to get it."

"It was just an accident, Mary. The apples are fine. Let it go."

Tina's eyes lifted to meet a startling pair of light blue ones, and her breath caught as their gazes clashed.

The large woman was not similarly effected. "Easy for you to say, Jack. You don't have to stand out here all day in the heat to sell these things."

Dropping to one knee beside her, he began helping to pick up the apples. He had put on a shirt since Tina had seen him last, and it gaped open where it was unbuttoned in the front as he bent to help right the mistake that she had made.

Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he smiled. "Stuff like this happens all the time. Don't be upset. It could have happened to anyone."

Tina's cheeks heated again at his words. "I'll definitely pay better attention to where I'm going from now on."

Once all of the apples had been placed back inside of the barrow, the large woman eyed her with something akin to distrust before pushing it back so that it rested beside her stand. The handles were no longer protruding so that patrons could walk into them.

Turning to face her rescuer, Tina gazed up at him shyly. "Thank you for your help. I wish there was something I could do to repay you."

His hands had slipped into the back pockets of his jeans, and a slight smile tilted his lips as he met her eyes. "There's something you can do actually," he said softly.

When Tina gazed at him questioningly, his smile broadened. "Come across the street, and have a drink with me."

Tina's mouth parted in surprise before she closed it. "A drink?"

He tilted his head to the side slightly, his smile still firmly in place. "Yeah. I was going to head over there anyways. To relax a bit after a hard day of work. Come have a drink with me."

Tina bit her lip as she thought about the wisdom in doing such a thing. "I'm married," she finally blurted out.

His smile widened until a flash of his white teeth appeared. "That's alright. It's just a drink. You'll be safe. I promise."

Tina still hesitated as she looked into his blue eyes. She didn't feel safe at all. There was no doubt in her mind that being around this man was dangerous. Not only to her marriage, but to her sanity as well.

"Just one?" she asked cautiously.

He nodded, sensing her acquiescence. "Just one," he repeated softly.

"Alright," Tina relented. 

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The corner table where they sat was dimly lit, and Tina already felt like she was committing a horrible sin by simply sitting there with him. She could see the warm, tanned skin that was visible between the sides of his open shirt, and her eyes strayed there for a moment as she looked at him.

"What is your name?" he asked curiously.

Lifting her green gaze to his, she blushed as she met his eyes. "It's Tina," she replied softly.

"I like that. It's pretty."

When they continued to gaze at one another, Tina's heart began to trip inside of her. Thinking of a way to break the tense connection, she turned her head to gaze about the room. "Do you come here often?"

He was quick to respond. "No. How long have you been married?" he asked.

The question surprised her, but she quickly recovered. "Almost ten years."

"Are you happy?"

She wasn't sure how to answer, and she paused while biting down on her lip. "I'm comfortable," she finally answered. 

"Being comfortable doesn't necessarily mean that you're happy," he said softly. 

Tina smiled briefly before nodding. "He's a good man, and he treats me well."

"Do you love him?"

Again, Tina paused as she thought of the appropriate way to respond. "Yes. After ten years I suppose it would be strange if I didn't."

Slipping her fingers through her golden hair, she pushed it back from her face. "How about you? Have you ever been married?"

Shaking his head slowly, his intense blue eyes never left her. "No. Never."


The Garden Of Sin



"Have you ever come close?"

Shaking his head again, he lifted his hand to the top of the table beside hers, and drummed his fingers on top of it. "I guess I've never felt that strongly about anyone before."

Tina nodded as she took in his words. Her eyes wandered the room once more, but immediately were brought back to him when she felt his fingers graze hers on top of the table. 

Gasping, she yanked them back, and placed them in her lap. When she met his blue eyes she felt like they were devouring her where she sat. "I should go," she whispered with a tremble.

"We haven't had that drink yet. Don't leave," he entreated her.

Biting her lip, Tina looked up at him nervously. "I feel like I'm doing something wrong," she admitted.

Leaning forward, he placed his other arm on the table so that both of his large, rough hands were in view. "You're not doing anything wrong. You're in a public place surrounded by people. We'll have a drink. We'll talk some more, and then you'll go home. You're safe here. There's nothing to worry about."

Held captive within his gaze, Tina nodded, and took a deep breath.

"Relax," he whispered softly. "You're safe with me."

The extreme tension that she felt suddenly made her expel a small laugh. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not used to this kind of situation."

"He smiled in return. "What kind of situation would that be?"

She shrugged in response. "It's not everyday that good looking men come to my rescue."

Her words made his smile widen. "I suppose that's understandable. It's not everyday that I run into beautiful women that need to be rescued."

Their eyes met across the table once more, and held. Tina felt like she was swimming in a sea of blue. She felt completely lost, and it took a moment for her to register the words he had roughly whispered to her.

"I want to touch you."

When his words finally sunk in, her eyes widened slightly. "I have to go," she choked.

Pushing her chair back, her eyes dropped to the floor as she stood. Gripping her satchel strap in her fingers, she lifted it to her shoulder before looking at him briefly. "I really appreciate everything that you did, but I can't do this. I have to leave."

Turning away, Tina quickly stepped down the aisle that led towards the door. Walking through it with her head lowered, she was greeted by the afternoon sun slowly descending from the sky. It made the horizon burst with flames of orange, and purple, and she turned away from it as she headed in the direction of home.

Her quick steps brought her all the way to the end of the building before Jack finally caught up with her, and passed her in an effort to halt her progress as he stepped in front of her to block her path.

When she halted on the sidewalk, and looked up at him her eyes were terrified. He towered above her by a good six inches, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his heated gaze.

Neither of them spoke as the intensity between them built, and before Tina could utter a sound he had reached down, and wrapped an arm about her waist to lift her up against his chest. Stepping along the side of the building, he took them away from prying eyes, and pressed her up against it as his mouth descended to cover hers.

His lips were soft, and hot as they coaxed hers to part, and Tina immediately surrendered to them as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lowering her feet to the ground, his large hands came up to cup her face so that his mouth could delve deeper. Pressing his body into the front of hers, a soft sound of pleasure escaped his throat.

Tina was completely lost in a whirl of sensations. His tongue pressed against hers slowly as his weight sunk into her. She could feel every hard inch of him touching her as his lips took gentle possession of her mouth. 

It sent fire coursing through her entire frame, and she felt like she couldn't get close enough to him as her fingers slipped inside of his open shirt to slide up his back, and curl around his shoulders to pull him towards her harder.

Taking her cue, Jack became slightly more aggressive. His mouth moved urgently against hers, and his large hand reached low to grip her thigh in his hand as he lifted it against his hip.

When her knee was tucked against him, he pushed his hips between her legs and rubbed himself against her making her gasp in response. When the slow, sensual rubbing turned into a hard thrust, he groaned against her lips making Tina pull her head back to break the contact.

When she raised her eyes to meet his they were full of panic. "What are we doing?" she gasped softly.

Instead of responding, Jack took her mouth again. His hand slipped from her cheek, into her golden hair until he was grasping onto the back of her neck. Holding her in place, he plundered her mouth for a moment before his fingers slid downward, over her collar bone until he had her right breast clutched roughly within his palm. Squeezing it beneath his fingers, he thrust against her again.

Tina cried out beneath him at the stimulation it created between her legs. When he lowered her leg back to the ground, and slipped both of his hands beneath her skirt to slide her panties down her hips she reached out to grab his wrist to stop him. He had them around the tops of her thighs when he released her mouth to drop his forehead to hers. 

His eyes closed on a grimace as his breath left him in short pants. "Please," he said softly. "Don't stop me. I need to be inside of you."

The softly spoken plea sent a shot of fire through her already inflamed senses, and she quickly released him so that he could continue pulling the material down her legs. When they dropped to the ground his mouth pressed hers open beneath his once again as he fumbled to open the front of his jeans. 

Reaching down to help him, Tina slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and began sliding them down his hips so that he could free himself. Once they were out of the way, Jack lifted her thigh up again to brace his naked waist before placing his other hand on the wall beside her head. 

His knees bent slightly as he positioned himself, and then he was sliding into her excruciatingly slow, bringing their bodies together. It made his lips slack against hers as a strangled sound of pleasure left his throat. When he was completely buried, he paused, and lifted his blue eyes to meet hers.

For an endless moment, they gazed at one another, their breaths heavy in their chest. Then Tina reached for him, and their mouths met again as he began moving inside of her with slow deep strokes. 

His fingers dug into the skin of her thigh roughly, and then his mouth was on her neck as Tina tilted her head back to release a pent up moan. Everywhere that he touched her she felt hot, and needy.

When he lifted his lips from her skin she could hear the sound of his soft breath escaping him with every thrust he made inside of her body, and the simple sound of it began to turn her on so much that she began to tremble. 

Her fingers reached up to bury themselves in his short hair as she clutched onto him. "Jack!" she cried out in desperation.

"You are so fucking hot," he breathed as he drove into her. "I need this."

His words made her clench around him as she buried her face against his chest. "Oh God!"

His thrusts became more rigid, more demanding, and more powerful as he sunk into her. The soft exclamation of his breathing ragged beside her ear. His hand left the wall to grip her soft bottom, and he began pulling her into him as he pushed inside of her.

His teeth gritted, and his hard body tensed as a harsh grunt escaped him. Then another and another followed. When he began spurting deep inside of her he shoved his body violently into hers, and stilled. 

A strangled sound of ecstasy erupted from his lips as he began to shake. When it finally ended, he sagged against her, and his breath left him in a burst as he sighed.

Tina was still gripping him fiercely where she held him. One hand in his hair, and the other against his shoulder. When he let go of her thigh so that she stood on both feet once again she let him go. 

When he tilted his head back to look at her, his blue eyes held a hint of amazement as he gazed into her stricken face.

"That was intense," he breathed softly.

Tina couldn't find words to respond. Her tongue felt thick within her mouth as it dawned on her what she had done. An intense feeling of shame and guilt tore through her frame, and she lowered her gaze from his to look down between their bodies.

The lower half of him was still pressed tightly against her, and she could feel where he was still buried inside of her even though he had softened significantly.

A finger beneath her chin brought her eyes back to his, and she could see the concern that was evident in his bright, blue eyes.

"Don't do that," he whispered roughly.

Tina's eyes were wide as she became confused. "Do what?"

"Don't regret it already. You felt it too. This was meant to happen."

"I'm married," she whispered in agony.

He nodded as he scowled. "Married. Not dead."

"This was wrong, Jack. I need to go home." Wriggling beneath him, she attempted to break free of his hold, but he wouldn't release her.

Pressing his hips more firmly against her, he refused to let her dislodge him. "This isn't wrong," he whispered harshly. "Everything about this feels more right than anything I've ever felt in my life. Don't say that it's wrong."

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against hers, and swept his tongue between her lips. Tina opened to him, and let him take what he wanted without the slightest bit of resistance. After a moment, another moan escaped her, and he pulled back with satisfaction.

"You want this as much as I do. You're just too afraid to admit it," he said softly.

Tina looked up at him in bewilderment. "How old are you?" she wondered suddenly.

Jack grinned at the unexpected question as his brows furrowed. "Twenty five. Why?"

Tina's forehead dropped to his chest as a sigh escaped her. "Oh God."

"How old are you?" He was obviously amused by her reaction.

Lifting her head, she glared at him. "Thirty three."

His grin grew wider as he pulled out of her finally. "Great. Now that we've settled that, I'm going to walk you home."

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She had been lost after that. Every single day was filled with thoughts of him. Every moment she could steal away she spent with him. Her entire world had begun to revolve around Jack until he was the very center of it.

He had pursued her relentlessly, and no matter how many times she told him that they couldn't continue, he always had found a way to change her mind. Gazing into his cold, angry blue eyes she wondered how everything had changed so much.

"I opened up a bank account six months ago," she told him flatly. "I've been contemplating this for a while." 

Her smile was self deprecating as a laugh escaped her. "Leaving you, I mean. I never imagined that I would be doing something like this."

Her gaze lifted to his once more as she shook her head. "Then again, I never imagined in my wildest dreams when we met that you would turn out to be the thing you are either, Jack. If I had known that this is what you're really like, I would have turned around, and ran screaming for the hills to get away from you."

Her expression grew sad suddenly. "I think I tried though. To get away. To keep any of this from even happening. You wouldn't just let me go. Knowing what you knew, you came after me anyways."

A grumble escaped him, followed by a muffled reply, but his words were so distorted that they didn't even resemble something comprehensive.

Annoyed, Tina stepped towards him to rip off the tape before pulling the moistened socks from his mouth. "What was that?" she asked curiously.

Glaring up at her, he moved his jaw around. "You were mine," he growled heatedly.

Tina's lips pinched as she nodded in agreement. "You're right. I was. I did everything you told me to. Gave you everything you wanted me to give to you, but I guess it wasn't enough was it, Jack?"

Rolling his eyes in aggravation, he tilted his head. "So, what are you going to do? Punish me, and just leave?"

Tina nodded slowly as she met his cynical eyes. "I can't do this anymore, Jack. You've done too many horrific things for me to be able to forgive you anymore. I should have known this was going to happen after you confronted John. I should have seen it then, but like the fool that I am I ignored the warning signs."

Jack smirked at the memory. "If you think for even a moment that I regret doing that, you're wrong. It put an end to the lie you were living. You didn't love him. You didn't want him. Maybe out of some ridiculous feeling of obligation that stemmed from ten years of being stuck in the same rut with him, but don't for a second act like I ruined some little fairy tale, Tina. You were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. You left because you wanted me, not him. You loved me, not him."

Tina's fists clenched at her sides as she exploded with anger. "I loved a lie! You are not that person that I loved! You are a cruel, soul less, heartless bastard, and that is NOT the person that I fell in love with!"

Jack tucked his tongue into his cheek before shaking his head at her. "I'm the same person I've always been. So, I get a little rough when I drink. I've never done anything that severely hurt you. You've never been hospitalized, yet you're making me out to be some kind of serial killer."

Tina's eyes narrowed before she responded. "Is that what it would take for you to see what you've become, Jack? Do you need to break a bone? Do I need stitches before you finally accept that you're royally fucked up, and seek help?"

Digging her fingernails into her palm, Tina grit her teeth. "Why stop there, Jack? Why don't you just fucking kill me, and get it over with?"

Rolling his eyes again, he tilted his head back. Releasing his breath slowly, he lowered his chin until their gazes clashed once more. 

His voice was soft as he looked at her. "You know I would never do that, baby. I don't mean to hurt you. I love you. You just make me so damn crazy."

She'd heard the excuse a dozen times, and was no longer moved by it. 

"Come untie my hands. I want to make it up to you. Let me touch you," he said seductively.

Stepping towards him, Tina smiled lovingly, and reached up to caress his face. When he turned his mouth into her palm, and kissed it adoringly before looking up at her, she reached further up, and softly stroked his hair with her fingers.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful, Jack," she told him softly. "It's a shame things had to be this way."

Pulling down on his chin, she shoved the wet ball of socks back into his mouth before reapplying the tape. His growl of rage reached her ears, and she looked down into his heated eyes as his glare returned.

"Don't fret, Jack. I'll be gone soon enough, and then this will all be over."

Sitting down on the edge of their bed, she sighed as she looked at him.

"Now what am I going to do to you?"

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"You have no idea the things I want to do to you."

Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it to the floor beside the bed before he reached for her. She went into his arms willingly, meeting his mouth when it dropped to capture hers. 

A low groan escaped him as his fingers gripped onto her waist, and he slowly walked them backwards until her knees touched the end of the bed. Falling upon it, Jack's weight landed on top of her as he continued to explore her mouth.

Pulling her head to the side, Tina gasped, and then closed her eyes as his lips redirected to the soft skin of her neck. "We can't do this here," she whispered.

Jack groaned again, but this time in frustration. "Yes we can," he argued. His hot mouth opened wide over her pulse point, and he began to suck and lick her roughly. "See?" he mumbled against her. "I'm managing just fine."

Tina giggled, and pushed against his hard shoulders. "Seriously, Jack. I'm not sure what time John will be home, and if he catches you here I'm going to be in big trouble."

"You're going to be in big trouble if you make me stop," he mumbled against her as he slid his palms up her thighs.

Nipping at her skin with his teeth playfully, his fingers continued their ascent until they reached the waistband of her panties.

Pulling them down her hips, he leaned back until he was on his knees so he could pull them slowly down her shapely legs. When they were off, he used his hands to press her knees apart as he looked down into her limpid green eyes.

"Do you want me?" he asked softly.

Tina bit her lip before nodding hesitantly.

"Show me how much. Touch yourself."

Tina's eyes widened slightly at the request, and her cheeks filled with heat as she looked up at him. 

When he continued to patiently wait, she lifted her fingers, and slipped them between her legs until they were pressed against her soft lips. As his blue gaze lowered to watch her movements she began to stroke herself.

"That is so hot," he breathed as he reached to open his jeans.

Slipping them down his hips, he pushed until they reached the middle of his thighs, and his rigid length sprang into view. Grasping it in his fingers, he slowly stroked himself as he continued to watch her.

"Do you love me?" he asked her thickly.

Tina nodded again, quicker this time, making him smile.

"I love you too, baby. You're so beautiful. I can't even look at you without getting hard."

Running his fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, he continued to rub his length as he watched her fingers move in slow circles over the most sensitive part of her.

"Put them in your mouth now, and tell me what you taste like."

Pausing, Tina once again grew hesitant, but quickly complied by slipping her slender fingers between her lips to suck on them. A soft breath escaped Jack as he watched her.

"How does it taste?" he asked softly.

When she pulled them from her mouth, she smiled slightly. "It tastes tangy, and a little sweet," she admitted.

"Sounds amazing," he breathed. "I want to try it."

Bending low, Jack's lips parted as his tongue came out to lick along her folds. When he reached her clit, he sucked it gently into his mouth making her back arch off of the bed as she cried out. Rubbing his tongue over it, a low groan escaped him as he leaned back again.

"You're right," he told her. "It's good."

Leaning down, he gripped her hips in his large hands, and pulled her down the bed until his knees were touching her bottom. Once he had her where he wanted her, he aimed his shaft between her legs, and surged inside of her with a single, hard thrust of his hips.

Tina arched again as her head tilted back, and her fingers fisted in the bed sheets. A soft cry of need escaped her as Jack placed his palm in the center of her stomach as he began to move inside of her.

"Tell me you love me," he said urgently.

Tina's head thrashed against the mattress as feeling consumed her. "I love you, Jack!"

"Good girl," he breathed. "I'm going to make you cum, Tina. Right here in this bed where that fucker has never been able to manage it. Do you want that?"

Another soft cry escaped her as he continued to drive into her. "Yes, Jack! Please!"

His breath escaped him in a rush. "I love to hear you begging me. It's so fucking sexy when you beg."

Dropping his weight on top of her, Jack captured her mouth with his, and pushed his tongue deep. Slipping his hand between them, he slid a single finger against the soft nub between her legs, and began gently stroking it as he repeatedly slammed inside of her. 

When she began to tremble and shake beneath him, Jack buried his tongue deeper within her, allowing him to feel the vibrations of her screams while she let loose inside of his mouth.




The Garden Of Sin



The sound of it made him twitch, and with a low groan he started spurting inside of her, his orgasm coming fast and hard.

When he was completely empty, he pulled his hand from between them, and lifted it to wrap around the top of her head as his body collapsed fully on top of hers. A moan of satisfaction burst forth from his rib cage, and he squeezed her lightly before burying his face against her neck. 

They laid like that for an endless amount of time trying to catch their breaths until Tina finally stirred beneath him. "We have to get dressed," she whispered softly.

Letting out a sigh, Jack rolled off of her, and pulled up his blue jeans. When they were in place, he quickly buttoned them before running his hand over his face. 

"How long are we going to keep doing this?" he asked pointedly.

Sitting up, Tina glanced at him nervously as she bit her lip. "Until I'm ready to tell him," she answered. "I don't want to hurt him, Jack. This isn't easy for me."

"It's like a band aid, Tina. The quicker you pull it off, the less it hurts."

Sitting up beside her, he lifted his hand to the side of her neck, and begin to rub his fingers into her skin as his lips pressed to her shoulder. "I want you with me. I want you in my bed so that when I wake up you're there beside me."

Tina closed her eyes, and tried to fight against the seductive lure of his voice. It wasn't the first time that they had discussed this, and it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on to deny him. 

She wanted to be with him just as much as he wanted her to be with him. It was the road to getting there that seemed complicated.

"I just need a little more time, Jack. I promise. It will be soon."

Nodding in understanding, he slipped from the bed to find his shirt. Once he swiped it from her bedroom floor, he slipped it over his head before reaching down to pick up her panties.

Bringing them to his face, he closed his eyes, and breathed in the scent of her making her mouth part in surprise as she looked at him. 

When he opened them again they held a devilish gleam to them as a smile tilted his lips. Tossing them onto the bed next to her, his teeth flashed in his face as his smile became a grin. "Better get dressed. Dickhead will be home soon."

They walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace before entering the kitchen so that Tina could walk him to the backdoor.

They were only a few feet from it, when to both of their surprise the handle turned, and the door opened. Her husband John entered the house with his briefcase in hand, and he was pulling at the knot in his tie when he paused in the doorway, and looked up at them in surprise.

John's eyes were wary as they glanced from his wife to the strange man standing in his kitchen. "Hi, honey," he said slowly. "Who is this?"

Tina's heart thumped heavily in her chest as she tried in vain to hide her look of guilt. "This is Jack," she said quickly. "He's here to drop off some wire fencing for the garden."

John's chest seemed to sag slightly in his relief as he stepped further into the house. Setting his briefcase onto the counter, he ran his fingers through his dark hair before reaching his hand out to Jack. "It's nice to meet you. I'm John, Tina's husband."

Instead of taking it, Jack turned his head to gaze directly into Tina's eyes. He seemed to be contemplating something in that moment, and the look in the bright blue depths made Tina's heart beat faster.

Turning back to her husband, he smiled. "Hello, John. You should probably know that your wife is lying to you. I didn't come here to drop off wire. I have been for the better part of an hour fucking your wife's brains out."

Tina gasped. She had seen it in his eyes when he had looked at her, but she never thought he would actually do it. To make things even worse he didn't stop there.

"She doesn't want to be with you anymore, and she's been too afraid to tell you that. So, I'm doing it for her. Now, you can be the bigger man about all of this, and let her go, or I can beat the living shit out of you, and then we're going to leave anyways. What's it going to be, John?"

John's dark eyes narrowed as he turned to look at his wife. "Is that true?"

Tina's eyes widened, and her mouth parted as she fought for a response. There was nothing she could say to make this any better, and Jack quickly took the option away from her when he started speaking again. 

"John, I'm a patient man, but if you do not stop looking at her that way I might have to do something I'm going to regret."

John's volatile gaze returned to Jack as his face contorted with disgust. "Go fuck yourself. I am talking to my wife!" Turning away from him, he confronted Tina once again. "Tell me this shit isn't true!" he demanded. "You're cheating on me with this... child?"

Again Tina's mouth parted, but this time her husband's growl of outrage interrupted her. "You cannot be fucking serious, Tina!"

Everything happened so quickly at that point. The side of Jack's fist connecting with her husband's jaw. His head bouncing off the fridge before he fell to the kitchen floor. The surprise, anger, and hurt that flashed across his face as he looked up at her accusingly. Finally, the sound of his yelling as he ordered them to get out of his house.

Tina's hands were still covering her mouth when Jack reached out to grip her arm in his hand before dragging her towards the door. Still in shock, she had obediently followed behind him as they had left her house, never to return.

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His eyes were wary when she finally stood. Approaching him, she stepped between his legs so that she could look down at him. 

"I really loved you, Jack." Reaching up, she slapped him in the face as the tears she had been holding back finally fell. "More than anyone or anything. You ruined me." Hitting him again she watched dispassionately as he winced, and closed his eyes.

"I've spent the last two years of my life in hell because of you!" Raising her hand once more, she felt a moment of satisfaction when he cringed away from her. It didn't stop her from slapping him again with all of her force.

"What's wrong, Jack? Can't take a little pain? Do you know how many times I've had to endure this from you. How many bruises I've had to hide after one of your meltdowns? This is nothing."

Lifting her opposite hand she slapped him from the other side. Afterwards, she gripped a fistful of his hair in her hands, and yanked his head back roughly so that he was forced to look at her.

"Don't you like this, Jack? Maybe it's because I'm not touching you. You always felt the need to crawl on top of me after brutalizing me."

Slipping her hand between his legs, she wrapped her fingers around the length of him, and began to rub while looking fiercely into his eyes.

"Is this better, baby? Do you forgive me now?"

His blue eyes widened before his brows knitted. His scowl told her that he wasn't pleased with her actions.

"Don't be like that, Jack. I didn't mean to do it. You just make me so damn crazy."

Releasing his shaft, she straightened before backhanding him. The sound was loud in the quiet of the room, and Jack whimpered as his head turned.

"Don't worry. I'll make it better."

Reaching down again, her fingers traced the outline of him through his jeans as she resumed rubbing him. 

She could feel him beginning to harden beneath her ardent caresses, and a small smile tilted her lips as she turned his cheek back towards her so that he was forced to look at her.

"You know I love you, baby," she told him softly. "I'm only doing this because I can't help myself."

His scowl darkened considerably as she used his own words to torture him. When her fingers quickened against him so that she was rubbing him furiously, Jack's eyes rolled back into his head as he groaned.

Tina's hand stilled against him making him whimper again. Her fingers lightly drummed against him as she smiled into his face. "You're so hard. You must be really enjoying this. Let me see if I can add to your pleasure."

Tina closed her fist before she punched him in the eye. The sound of her knuckles made a sickening crunch as they connected with the side of his face. After she did it, her eyes widened slightly, and a small laugh escaped her as her breath quickened.

"I can't believe I just did that," she said in amazement.

Jack couldn't believe it either, and his eyes had also grown large as he gazed up at her warily. It had really fucking hurt.

Lifting her fingers to touch the spot where her fist had landed, Jack jerked away from her to avoid her touch. 

Dropping her hand, she looked into his face, and felt the irony. "You must be thinking some pretty interesting things right now," she mused aloud. "Now picture two years of me doing this to you, and you can imagine how I feel about you right now."

Reaching up again, she lightly ran her thumb over the swollen skin where she'd hit him, and watched as an emotion she didn't recognize passed over Jack's face. Regret? Sorrow? Agony? She wasn't sure. 

"I don't really want to hurt you, Jack. It's not in me to be like this. It's just the only way I can think of to make you understand what you are."

Slipping on top of him, she settled down until she was perched atop his knees. They were face to face now, and Tina gazed down into her lap for a moment before raising her sad eyes to meet his. 

"Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't gone to the market that day. What I'd be doing if I had never met you. It makes me wonder if I'd have a real family by now. A son or a daughter that I'd take out to the garden with me to help pick tomatoes. I could never picture having that kind of life with you, Jack. You're too selfish to ever care about anyone other than yourself, let alone a child."

Lifting her hands, she placed them on his chest as he looked at her with confusion. The heat from his skin radiated into her palms, and she slowly rubbed them up, and down as she continued.

"Our life together has always been about the here and now. We're neither about the past nor about the future. Never planning ahead. Never thinking of what's to come."

Her fingers slipped over his hard shoulders as she settled herself more comfortably in his lap making Jack groan as the bottom of her thigh brushed against the aching stiffness that she had created. 

Ignoring him, she raked her fingernails slowly down his chest as roughly as she could, but instead of hearing the yelp of pain that she expected, he groaned again. It made her lift her eyes to his in surprise.

"That was supposed to hurt," she said with a laugh. "You weren't supposed to enjoy it."

Jack's shoulders lifted in a shrug as he gazed into her eyes heatedly. He tried to say something, but it came out muffled against his gag.

When she raked her fingers down his chest again, she watched his reaction as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he groaned again. She felt him swell against her thigh as a shudder tore through him. 

Lifting his shirt up high, Tina stared in stunned amazement at the angry red claw marks she had left in her wake, and without really thinking about it, leaned forward to press her lips to one to soothe the injury she had caused.

Her action made a soft breath expel from Jack's throat before he whimpered again. The power she had over him with such a simple touch made Tina feel heady. Pressing her lips to another one she let her tongue come out to trace the angry red line she had created in his skin.

She could feel him pulling at his bonds in an attempt to be freed, and she knew in that moment it was because he wanted to touch her. A small smile tilted her lips when he growled in frustration. 

Lifting her head, she looked into his intense blue eyes. "What's the matter, Jack?"

She could see the torture expressed in his eyes, and she had to grip his shoulders quickly to avoid being thrown from his lap when he lifted his hips roughly against her. Another growl escaped him as he made his point clear.

Tina's smile grew as she looked at him. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"

Nodding emphatically, he pleaded with her using his eyes. Lifting his hips again, he rubbed himself against her as a harsh breath escaped him.

A cruel idea began to formulate in Tina's mind making her reach up to run her fingers through his light brown hair. Gripping it lightly in her hand, she leaned forward until her lips were pressed against his ear.

"I want you to touch me, Jack. I'm so wet, and hot right now. I need you inside of me."

Her softly uttered words made him tense up as another loud groan escaped him. Leaning into her, he rubbed the side of his cheek against hers. When he pulled back, his eyes lowered to his lap as he lifted his hips again. When he looked at her, his meaning was clear.

Obeying him immediately, Tina quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled down the zipper before slipping her hand inside of his pants. Wrapping her fingers around his stiffened length she pulled it from his jeans, and held it loosely as she looked into his needy eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Jack," she said softly.

Tilting his head, he looked at her incredulously, but then his eyes crinkled, and a strange sound escaped him that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

When she continued to look at him expectantly, he sighed in aggravation, and began speaking into his gag. It came out garbled as he formed full sentences, and when he finished, his eyes crinkled again as he fought not to laugh.

Shaking her head at him, she clucked her tongue in disappointment. "I have to say Jack, that wasn't very sexy."

Tilting his head back, he began pounding the back of it against the top of the chair in frustration. When her fingers squeezed him, he stopped, and closed his eyes as a breath escaped him.

She began lightly stroking him between her fingers while lifting her hand up and down his shaft. After a moment she paused, making him lift his head to look at her, but it was only so that she could reach down to lift her dress so that she could pull it up her body, and over her head.

When she dropped it to the floor beside the chair, Jack's eyes greedily feasted on her naked body as she began to stroke him once more. Her soft, pink nipples jutted out proudly from both of her large, round breasts, and Jack's eyes clung to them as her thumb traced circles over the top of his engorged cock head.

Pressing herself against his chest, Tina's lips brushed against his ear once more. "Do you want me, Jack?" she asked in a softly seductive voice.

Rubbing his cheek against hers again, Jack nodded.

"You're lucky that I'm not sadistic, or I would have just cut it off," she whispered to him in amusement.

Her words made him tense for a moment, but then she lifted up from his lap to push her panties aside before bringing his hardness between her legs. Sinking down slowly, she impaled herself on his shaft, and took the entire length inside of her as she lowered herself back down to his thighs.

The feel of her hot, and wet clutching around him, made Jack's eyes close tightly. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, and finally began moving against him he sighed in relief.

She rode him just the way he loved. Slow and hard, grinding into him on every downward stroke. It wasn't long before he felt himself getting ready to burst, and just as the moment came, she stilled completely.

Letting out a cry of frustration, he attempted to lift his hips to finish the job himself, but she lifted off of him until only the tip of his cock was buried inside of her. Glaring up at her, his breath seethed out of him as his rage returned.

The small smile that crossed her lips as she looked at him was vindictive, and Jack's eyes narrowed as she slowly sunk herself back down so that he was buried within her once more.

"We're going to play a game," she told him. "You like games, Jack. You should enjoy this. I'm going to fuck you until I cum, but if you start to cum first we're going to stop until you calm down. Try not to get worked up so fast. This might take a while."

Moving her hips once more, Tina began riding him again as Jack's jaw tightened with anger. She knew by the way that he tensed up that he wanted to hit her, and she smiled as she tilted her head back while luxuriating at the feel of him pressing inside of her. 

He was unbelievably thick and hard, and she bit her lip as sensations coursed through her.

He was able to last a few minutes this time, but Tina knew his body well, and when he began to swell slightly inside of her she quickly stilled once more making him bellow at her through his gag. 

He pulled at his bonds so violently when she stopped moving that Tina feared he would break the chair, and actually gain his freedom.

Her breath escaped her in pants as she chided him. "Stop throwing a temper tantrum. I'm getting close. Just a little bit longer."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she gazed into his murderous eyes as she started lifting up and down again. He closed his in agony as she continued to torture him, her soft little breaths of pleasure driving him insane.

"Open your eyes, Jack. Look at me."

When he quickly obeyed, Tina gasped at the vulnerability she saw in them, and a tremor shot through her as she began to shake. Tearing the tape from his mouth, she pulled out the socks, and threw them away from him so that she could press her mouth to his. 

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed his lips open wide, and moaned when his tongue came out to push roughly against her own. 

She increased the speed of her hips against his, driving against him savagely. When her lips broke from his on a gasp, she tilted her head back as she moved, and Jack lowered his lips to press against her neck as she fucked him mercilessly.

"God, I fucking love you!" he snarled. "I love you, baby. Don't leave me. Please don't leave me," he begged her harshly.

Tina let out a cry of ecstasy as she began to fall apart on top of him. Pressing down hard, she pushed him as deep as he could go before her body exploded into a thousand pieces.

Sobbing out his name, she gripped his neck in a vice as she buried her face against him. When she finally stopped shuddering, she pulled back to look into his face in a daze.

"You didn't get to finish," she said softly. He was still thick, and hard inside of her.

His teeth gritted as he shook his head. "I don't give a fuck about that right now. I'm more worried that you're going to walk out that door now, and I'm never going to see you again."

Slipping from his lap, Tina stooped to pick up her fallen dress. "That's because I am, Jack." 

Pulling it over her head, she let it fall back into place before turning to look at him warily. "I don't want you to look for me. I'll never have any peace if I think that you're looking for me."

"Don't do this," he said softly. "I can change. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I won't hurt you anymore. Don't leave me," he pleaded.

Tina's eyes were pained as she looked into his tortured blue eyes. "I can't take that chance, Jack. I have more to think of than myself now."

Gazing at her in confusion, he shook his head until her hand unconsciously reached down to cover her stomach. When he caught the slight motion, his eyes widened drastically as his eyes shot up to hers. 

His voice became erratic, and panicked as he struggled against the chair. "Tina, untie me. You can't go. I can't let you go. Please untie me."

Her eyes were sad as she looked at him. "It will be better this way, Jack. You can't be what we need. I know that now."

His voice broke as he struggled harder. "I need you! Please, baby! Don't fucking do this to me!"

Tina quietly slipped from the room, and Jack let out a bellow of pain as the ropes dug into his skin. He could feel blood trickling down his fingers as he pulled viciously against them. When it wasn't getting him any further to his freedom, he spread his legs wide, and stood up so that he was bent in half with the chair strapped to his back. 




The Garden Of Sin Ch. 02



 To start from the beginning, read "The Garden of Sin".

Jack rubbed both of his eyes with the palms of his hands before dropping them to the steering wheel. It felt like he hadn't slept in weeks. 

He had been driving for the better part of three days following yet another lead, and for the hundredth time he silently prayed that this one would end in him finding her.

Them, he reminded himself. Finding them. He now had a son or a daughter. It had been almost a year since she had left him.

Running a hand through his light brown hair, he closed his eyes as the familiar ache tore through his frame. He couldn't go on like this much longer. If he didn't find her soon he didn't know what he was going to do.

His mind drifted to the obvious solution. It seemed like his thoughts strayed there more and more often of late. He could just end it. A bottle of sleeping pills would put him out of his misery quickly. He could just go to sleep, and never wake up. There would be no more pain if he went to sleep forever.

He regretted every horrible thing he had ever done. Every horrific thing he had ever said. The absence of liquor for the past year had brought every memory back to him with extreme clarity, and the shame that filled him practically consumed him.

He couldn't blame the liquor alone. He knew that a good majority of what he had done had stemmed from a place of fear and self loathing. He had been so terrified of losing her. So sure that one day something would take her from him, that his actions had been irrational, and in many cases brutal.

She was completely right. He had been a monster. All he wanted to do was make it up to her. Hold her in his arms again, and tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how much he loved her while promising to never hurt her again. He needed her forgiveness. He needed her love. He needed her.

Getting out of the car, Jack closed the door then leaned his weight against it. His forehead dropped to his arms as he placed them on top of the car. His voice was broken and strangled as his breath hitched in his chest. "Please, God. Please let her be here. Fucking help me."

Wiping the moisture away from his eyes, Jack turned around, and made his way across the street. He took the steps that led up to the small house two at a time, and once he stood before the front door he took a deep breath. 

The nervousness he felt made him tremble, but he quickly strengthened his resolve before lifting his hand to knock upon the thick wood of the door. His eyes lowered fearfully as he waited for someone to answer.

It felt like an aeon had passed before the door finally creaked open. When the small woman that answered it stood staring at him curiously, he swallowed deeply before parting his lips to speak.

"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Jack Avery, and I am looking for my wife."

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"You're mine now." Slipping his fingers through her golden hair to cradle her head, Jack's smile was radiant. It lit up his light, blue eyes as he leaned down to lightly touch his mouth to hers.

Tina let out a soft moan as her fingers trailed down the skin of his back. When her fingers reached the sheet that covered his naked waist, they slipped beneath it to roam over his firm backside that was cradled between her thighs. 

"Why did you stop?" she panted beneath him.

Jack grinned unrepentantly. "I'm still amazed that you're finally here. Every single time that I've ever touched you, I had to wonder in the back of my mind if it was going to be the last time."

Tina's green eyes swelled with love before he lowered his mouth to hers once more. Gripping her tightly, he surged between her thighs as a soft exclamation of breath made his lips grow slack against hers.

"Tell me," he whispered softly as he began moving. His eyes had drifted shut, and his brows furrowed at the exquisite feel of her wrapped around him.

Tina didn't hesitate as her fingers dug into him. "I love you, Jack." 

She gasped as he slammed forward in reaction to her words before continuing a steady pace. It incited her to continue. "Only you. No one else. I need you," she breathed as she gazed into his pleasure filled face.

A whimper escaped his throat before he let out a long drawn out moan. Taking her mouth with his own, he pressed her lips wide so that he could plunder her depths with his tongue, and taste her more fully. His hands fell away from her face to press down into the mattress, and he began propelling his weight harder between her legs.

The intensity of it became too much for Tina, and she pulled away from the onslaught of his lips to turn her head as a cry escaped her.

Jack's mouth quickly latched onto the soft skin below her ear, and he began to suck at it viciously as his speed increased.

"Oh God! Jack! Please!" Her fingers dug into his back as she held onto him while she arched away from the bed, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

When his teeth sunk into her cruelly, Tina let out another cry as the pain of it shot through her limbs right down to the center of her. The action was purely animalistic, and Tina's body clutched around him in reaction.

Her thighs clamped around his hips while her arms pulled him to her tighter. She was completely latched onto him as a primal growl escaped his throat, and he began shaking the whole bed with the power of his thrusts.

"Fuck!" Twisting his head, Jack's teeth gritted as a low growl seethed between them. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as his breath began to jerk out of him in halting bursts. His entire frame became rigid, and tense while he moved on top of her until each impact of their bodies began to elicit a powerful grunt from his throat.

Tina continued to beg mindlessly beneath him. Crying out his name, she shook, and trembled while he pounded into her with powerful strokes.

When his growl became a pleasure filled roar beside her ear, her trembling became spasms, and she lost all control as her slight frame twitched with the onset of an all consuming orgasm.

It hit her so hard that it almost hurt as he continued to rocket inside of her. She couldn't contain the intensity of what her body was experiencing, and after the first initial wave a sob escaped her. 

Another followed, and soon tears were streaming down her face as her head moved mindlessly from side to side. When he finally lifted his fingers to grip onto the headboard savagely so that he could use it as a lever to slam into her with all of his strength, Tina was inconsolable. 

A shudder escaped Jack, and then he began to spurt inside of her in hot jettisons that seemed to go on forever. When he had no more to give, he released the headboard, and slumped on top of her as she continued to shake beneath him.

Slipping to the side, Jack pulled her against him, and lifted his fingers to grasp the back of her head as he kissed her forehead with his tight lips. His breath escaped him slowly as he closed his eyes.

"Don't cry, baby," he said softly. 

Looking down into her face, he brushed the thumb of his other hand along her cheek to wipe away the moisture. "Did I hurt you?"

Tina's head shook quickly, but she found it was difficult to speak as her ribcage lifted and shuddered.

"I love you so much," he gasped reverently. "You're my everything."

Her hand curled where it rested against his broad chest, and Tina closed her eyes as more tears escaped her. 

"I'm going to take care of you forever," he whispered.

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The woman didn't react in the slightest. Gazing into Jack's intent blue eyes she seemed to be assessing him. When she finally responded, her voice was flat and direct.

"She isn't here."

Jack's response was immediate. "Where is she?"

Once again, the woman paused as her dark brown eyes looked into his. "She doesn't want to be found," she finally responded. "The best thing you can do for her is to leave her alone."

Jack's eyes were pained as they lowered for a moment, but then he lifted them, and the desperation in them was evident. "Please," he breathed. "I have to find her."

Biting her lip for a moment in indecision, she quickly strengthened her resolve. "I'm sorry. I can't help you."

Running a hand through his hair in agitation, Jack turned his head, and looked down the block momentarily as his thoughts ran askew. When he turned back he nodded with a resolve of his own. "I'm not leaving until you tell me where she is." 

Turning away from her, Jack sat down on the top step of the porch. Lifting his elbow to his knee, he dropped his forehead to place his head in his hand.

The woman seemed at a loss as she gazed at his wide back. She hadn't been expecting this.

"You have to leave," she said firmly. "If you stay there you're going to force me to call the police."

He didn't turn in order to respond. "Call them," Jack said listlessly. "Maybe you can explain to them why it is that you're helping and abetting a kidnapper. I have a right to know where my child is."

His words gave her pause as she continued to gaze at his slumped figure. After a moment, she turned away from him, and closed the door.

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"Where were you?" Jack's mouth was tight as she walked across the room to set her bags down. Once they rested on the counter, she lifted her large green eyes to look at him.

"I decided to run some errands after work." 

Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a box of pasta, and a plastic bag with three oranges inside of it.

"For three hours?" His voice sounded bitterly skeptical. "What kind of errands take three hours?"

Tina paused , and gazed into his angry eyes. Her brows knitted, and then she resumed lifting items from the bag. 

"I went to the craft store across the street to browse around for a while, and then I decided to go to the grocery store. Were you waiting for me?"

"I didn't know where you were. You didn't call or leave a note. I was worried," Jack said resentfully.

Pulling out a box of graham crackers, Tina set it on the counter. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll remember to call next time."

Jack's expression was dubious as he continued to push. "Were you with another man?"

Tina lifted her gaze to his incredulously. "Of course not. Don't be ridiculous," she said with a frown.

A dark scowl appeared on Jack's face as he raised his voice. "If that is where you were I want you to tell me right now! I want to know!"

Lifting a hand to her forehead, Tina touched it for a moment in bewilderment before dropping it to her side. A long sigh escaped her before she met his explosive eyes. "I wasn't with anyone, Jack. Why would you say such a thing?"

Jack's lip curled as he looked at her. "We both know why your last husband couldn't find you for hours at a time. Don't we, baby."

Tina's mouth parted in surprise at his slanderous reference to the beginning of their relationship. When she finally closed it, her lips tightened and her green eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"You're right, Jack. Being the huge whore that I am, I automatically offer myself up to whichever man decides to give me the time of day." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she gazed at him with disgust.

When his palm connected with her cheek in a ringing slap, Tina stumbled back a few steps before raising her hand to touch her face. 

Her large eyes lifted to his infuriated ones in horror. It was the first time he had ever struck her."I can't believe you just did that," she whispered in shock.

Jack's eyes widened for a moment as it dawned on him what he had just done. Taking a step forward, he lifted a hand out to her in supplication. "Baby, I didn't mean to do that."

Taking a step back, Tina avoided his fingers as she cringed away. "Don't touch me!" she cried out in anguish.

Turning from him, she rushed from the kitchen, and into the dining area that led to their bedroom. Once she was inside she closed the door, and locked it behind her.

Only a moment passed before Jack was standing on the other side of it turning the knob. When it became obvious that she had barred his path, he pounded on the door.

"Open the door, baby. Let me in."

When no response was forthcoming, Jack pounded again. "Baby, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking when I did that. Please let me in."

His entreaty was met with more silence. With a sigh, Jack rested his forehead against the wood of the door as he lifted his palms to brace on the door jamb. "You're killing me here, Tina," he said softly.

Pushing away from the woodwork in aggravation when she continued to give him the silent treatment, Jack returned to the kitchen, and opened the fridge. 

Pulling out a beer, he cracked open the tab before heading towards the living room. Collapsing onto the sofa, he took a long swig before leaning his head back against the arm.

For a moment he contemplated going and kicking the door in. He didn't like this distance between them, but he knew that if he acted on the desire it would only make her more upset with him than she already was. He couldn't win either way.

Giving her some space would probably be the best option. He would apologize in the morning. By then she might have had enough time to relax to actually listen to what he had to say. 

Taking another drink from the can, he pressed it to his head as he closed his eyes with a grimace. Fucking kill me, he thought.

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The next morning Jack awoke with his head at a strange angle in the corner of the sofa. Pulling himself to a sitting position, he rubbed his neck, and winced as he eyed the half dozen empty cans that sat upon the coffee table in front of him.

A sound coming from the kitchen quickly caught his attention making him rise to his feet. Following it like a moth to a flame, Jack paused in the doorway when he spotted his greatest desire standing in front of the coffee maker, fresh from the shower wearing nothing but her bathrobe.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked quietly from where he stood.

Tina didn't turn at the sound of his voice, but she did pause in what she was doing. After a quick beat, she turned and opened the fridge to retrieve the creamer as if he had never spoken.

"How long are you going to punish me like this?" he asked next.

Her refusal to acknowledge his existence drew him further into the room until he was standing directly behind her. Slipping a strong arm about her waist, he pressed his face into the side of her neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered in agony.

Tina tensed at his touch, but when he uttered the tortured words, she sagged slightly against him.

"I love you so much. Please don't hate me," he pleaded desperately.

Reaching up, Tina placed her hand on his arm where it held her. They stood like that for the longest moment before she spoke. "Are you hungry?" she asked softly.

Shaking his head against her, Jack opened his mouth to kiss the side of her neck. When his lips trailed down to her shoulder then back up, Tina tilted her head back, and let out a soft humming sound.

Her fingers reached up to touch the side of his stubbled face before she straightened. "I should start getting ready. I don't want to be late," she said quietly.

Jack shook his head again, and pulled her tighter up against him. Latching onto her earlobe with his lips, his fingers reached down to pull the material of her robe up her thigh until his hand was able to grasp onto her bare skin.

Once the shapely limb was in his grasp, his rough fingers trailed upwards to squeeze at the soft flesh of her bottom before sliding around her hip to ride down the length of her thigh. The sound of his harsh breath escaping him was loud beside Tina's ear as he sucked on the soft skin of her neck.

Tina smiled as she wriggled in his hold. "Jack, we can do this later. I really should start getting ready."

A grunt of displeasure escaped his lips as he refused to relent. Sliding his hand up her torso, it slipped over her collar bone until his fingers were lightly wrapped around her throat. Holding her in place, he used his other hand to open the tie at the front of her robe.

When it parted beneath his touch, Jack's hand slipped inside to lift her right breast in his palm as he plucked at her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

"You're my fucking wife," Jack breathed harshly. He emphasized his words by lightly squeezing her air passageway in his hand. "Stop telling me no."

His tone sent a shiver of apprehension through Tina's frame as she gasped. His voice sounded dark, and malevolent as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Rubbing his cheek against hers, Jack released the puckered peak to splay his hand across her stomach. Sliding his fingers downward, he gripped her mound in his hand, and lifted it roughly in his palm making her cry out.

Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him as her apprehension increased. "Jack, I can't," she whimpered.

"Why can't you?" he growled against her. "You belong to me. You are mine. Why can't you, baby?"

"You're scaring me," she whispered in response.

"Don't you want me?" he asked thickly. "I want you. I always want you. Even when you're making me insane I want you. I just want to touch you, baby. Let me touch you."

Slipping a finger roughly inside of her, Jack pressed his hips against her, and began grinding his hardness into her backside. 

Gasping again, Tina felt his fingers contract around her throat as a low moan escaped him. "Please, Jack!" she cried out. "Stop!"

He growled in response. Releasing her throat, his fingers reached to grasp a handful of her golden hair so that he could wrench her head back so that she was forced to look at him.

His teeth were gritted as his blue eyes spit fire. "Stop? You've never asked me to stop. Ever. Are you fucking someone else?" he snarled.

Tina shook as she stared into his terrifying gaze. "No, Jack!" she sobbed. 

His eyes narrowed. "Do you even fucking love me, Tina?"

Her breath shuddered from her as she swallowed. "More than anything in the world," she breathed.

He seemed to be gauging her sincerity as his eyes delved heatedly into hers. After a moment, his grip loosened in her hair, and he pulled his hand from between her legs. 

He stood directly behind her no longer touching her, but Tina could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.

"Take your robe off," he ordered in a deceptively soft tone.

Afraid to deny him at this point, Tina took another shuddering breath before slipping the material from her shoulders. It slipped down her back to pool upon the floor at their feet.

Shoving it out of the way with his foot, Jack's eyes roved down her naked back, and over the round curve of her bottom.

"Put your hands on the fridge," he demanded next.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached out to obey him. Her palms flattened against the freezer door, and she waited with bated breath.

She could hear the metal chinks of his zipper as he pulled it down. 

"Spread your legs," he ordered thickly.

Slipping her feet apart, Tina closed her eyes as the sound of his jeans sliding down his thighs reached her ears.

"Wider, baby."

Separating her legs a few more inches, she began to tremble, and her breath began to quicken.

Leaning forward, Jack's fingers clutched the top of the freezer door to brace himself, and Tina's eyes shot to it warily before a surprised exclamation of breath left her lips. 

He had pressed his hot mouth to the center of her spine, and she could feel his tongue sliding over her skin.

His large hands gripped onto her hips to steady himself, and then he followed a path down the curve of her back while kissing, sucking, and licking her. 




The Garden Of Sin Ch. 02



When his tongue delved past her tail bone to dip into the valley of her cheeks, she tensed as a soft cry escaped her.

His large fingers slid from her hips to grip her bottom roughly in his hands, and pressing his thumbs against her, he parted her to make way for his probing tongue. Lapping at her folds, a soft groan escaped him before he buried the darting invader inside.

Tina's breath escaped her on a moan as her forehead dropped to the freezer door. The wet, slick feel of his tongue sliding into her made her trembling increase, and for a moment she fought to stay upright as her knees weakened beneath her.

When he straightened, she could feel the heat from his chest pressing into her. His arm curled about her waist pulling her up against him, and then he buried his face against her neck as he let out a deep breath.

Lifting his fingers to grip the top of the freezer door once more, he bent his knees, and surged upward until his aching shaft forced it's way deep inside of her.

Tina let out a strangled cry as Jack elicited a groan through his clenched teeth. His breath seethed from him as he began to take her in rough, hard thrusts that drew pleasure filled grunts from his throat.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so amazing," he rasped as he moved.

The refrigerator began to shake as magnets fell away from it to hit the floor. Tina let out cry after cry as her frame jolted with each impact of his hips.

"Say it." he panted as his pace quickened.

Tina's lips parted, but nothing would come out. Her breath was trapped inside of her as her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Her hesitation caused Jack to growl low in his throat. "Fucking say it!" he snarled against her.

Tina's voice came out as a whimper. "I love you, Jack!"

His entire frame shuddered as he leaned into her, and as if a button had been pushed inside of him, he began to ejaculate hard.

Soft little noises escaped him, and he released the freezer door so that he could grip her thigh in his hand as he rode it out.

When he finally stilled, a harsh breath escaped him as his chin dropped to her shoulder. "I really needed that," he said softly.

Tina's lips were tight as she stood rigid within his hold. "As long as you're happy," she replied tersely.

Frowning, Jack took a step back so that he could pull up his jeans. Once they were fastened, he gripped her arm in his hand so that he could turn her to face him.

His frown became a scowl when he saw the expression upon her face. "Why are you acting this way?"

Her eyes crinkled for a moment before she looked up at him incredulously. "I'm reacting to the way that you're acting, Jack. You've never been this demanding or frightening before. It scares me. I don't like it."

His grip on her tightened as his face darkened. "You don't like it," he repeated.

Tina shook her head as he glared down at her.

"How would you like me to be, Tina? Quiet and meek? Should I just sit around here telling you 'yes, dear' until you become so unbelievably bored with me that I become something you pity? Tell me how I should be."

Her apprehension was beginning to return. "Not like this, Jack," she whispered fearfully.

Tucking his tongue into his cheek, his angry, blue eyes roved over her face for a long moment. "You want me to be like him," he finally said. 

Tina shook her head again as her brows furrowed. "I didn't say that. That's not what I meant."

Pulling her forward roughly by the arm, his tone became ugly. "Yes, it is. Admit it. Your ex husband was oblivious to everything. Where you went. Who you were with. He didn't even know who you were, or what you needed. He was a fucking joke."

A small laugh escaped him before he released her. Stumbling back into the refrigerator, Tina rubbed her arm where his fingers had dug into her skin.

His biting words finally made her lose her temper. "He never mauled me like an animal, Jack!"

He slapped her hard. Harder than the last time, and Tina almost fell to the floor before she caught her balance. Before she could recover from the shock of it, he had gripped her by both of her arms, and had hauled her up against him.

"I might be a fucking animal, but you love it," he growled harshly. 

Gripping the back of her head in his hand he took her mouth savagely. Pressing her lips wide he invaded her mouth like someone possessed. When she lifted her hands to the front of his chest, and whimpered, he knew she had surrendered.

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"He's here."

The woman held the telephone cradled close to her ear as she peered towards the front of the house. There was a long pause while she waited for a response.

Finally, the sound of a long drawn out sigh could be heard. "Did you tell him anything?"

Her brows furrowed as she responded. "Of course not. You know I wouldn't do that." Her voice became hesitant as she continued. "The thing is, he won't leave."

There was another pause. "What do you mean?"

"He's sitting on my front porch. He said that he's not going to leave until I tell him where you are."

A strangled laugh came through the receiver. "What did you say to that?"

The woman became agitated as she answered. "I told him that if he didn't get the hell out of here that I was going to call the police. I thought that would do the trick, but he encouraged me to do it. Said I was helping and abetting a kidnapper."

Another sigh was heard, and then silence.

"He seems pretty determined, Tina. What should I do?"

"I don't know. I need time to think. He's just sitting out there?" she asked.

The woman nodded. "Like the Sunday morning newspaper. He looks upset."

Another moment passed before Tina finally responded. "Can you give me a little bit of time to decide what to do? Just like ten minutes, and then call me back."

"Sure. If he comes to the door again, I'll just ignore it."

"Thanks, Marcie. You're a good sister."

"Anytime. Just one last thing though."

Tina answered quickly. "What is it?"

"That man is unbelievably gorgeous, Tina. I can see how Natalie ended up being so beautiful. Your genes when put together ended up being ridiculous."

She could hear the smile in her sister's voice as she responded. "That's why I have to hide. I'm just too weak where Jack is concerned."

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"If I died, would you remarry?"

The question brought a smile to his lips as he peered down at her. "No. Why, would you?"

She bit her lip as she seemed to ponder the question. "I'm not sure. Is my next husband as cute as you are?"

Her answer made his smile widen. "Impossible. The most you can hope for is someone half as cute, and no where near as well endowed."

Tina scrunched her nose at him, but then returned his smile. "Doesn't sound like much of a deal. You probably shouldn't die then. The next guy sounds disappointing."

Jack chuckled before shaking his head. "I'll try."

"Why wouldn't you remarry?" she asked curiously.

He seemed to think about his words for a moment before glancing away from the television to look down where her head was resting in his lap. 

"I already found what I want. Why would I look for something that would never be able to hold a candle to my idea of perfection?"

Tina grinned as she looked up into his bright, blue eyes. "That was pretty smooth, Mr. Avery, I have to say."

Jack smirked in response. "It was, wasn't it?" His fingers lifted to brush the hair back from her face. "It's true though. I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone other than you."

Rolling onto her stomach, Tina placed both of her arms on top of his thigh before resting her chin on top of them. "Alright. Lets say that I die in a horrible fire..."

"That would never happen," Jack interrupted.

"Why not?" she asked in amusement.

His chest lifted as he suppressed laughter. "I check the furnace regularly, the stove is electric, and neither one of us smoke."

Tina scrunched her nose again. "Alright. Let's say that hypothetically, I died in a horrible fire..."

"Never happen," Jack sang in a mumble.

She eyed him crossly before continuing. "You mourn me for... oh, a good two years, and then you..."

"That, also, would never happen," he interrupted again.

"You wouldn't mourn me?" Tina asked with a laugh.

Jack removed his thumbnail from his mouth for a moment to shake his head.

"That's just mean," Tina said in shocked amazement.

Jack smirked again as he peered down at her from the corner of his eye. "How would I have time to mourn if I'm dead too?"

"You don't die in the fire," Tina replied in aggravation.

"So, you burn to a cinder in our house. Where am I when all of this is happening? In the backyard with two flags in my hands yelling BURN, BABY, BURN?" Jack couldn't hold his laughter in any longer, and collapsed over the arm of the couch as he shook.

Tina smacked his leg in reprimand. "Probably." Rolling her eyes she went on. "You're at work when I die, or fishing. Who knows? You're not home in this scenario."

Sitting back, Jack nodded. "Okay. You're dying. I'm fishing. Got it." Biting his lip, he tried in vain to keep a straight face.

Tina nodded while fighting the urge to stick her tongue out at him. "Right. So, I'm dead, and roughly two years go by..."

"I still don't think that would happen," Jack said with a sigh.

"Time stops after I die?" she asked in amusement.

"For me it would," he said seriously. "I think I would last maybe a week before I joined you."

Tina's face fell as she looked up at him. "You can't kill yourself if I die."

"Sure I can," he said as his smirk returned. "You'll be dead. You won't be around to tell me what to do."

Jack flinched as her teeth sunk into his leg. "Hey!" he said with a laugh before slipping his hand into her hair. Pulling back on it slightly, he grinned at her. "No biting."

"You deserve it for saying something so crazy," she said with a frown.

"It's not crazy." Gentling his fingers in her hair, he stroked the back of her neck. "I've thought about this already. I don't want to be here if you're not here. If you die, I'm coming with you."

Tina's heart warmed at his words. "So, if I choose to just get remarried, you're probably going to be really pissed, huh?"

Jack laughed again as he responded. "Oh, you can count on it, baby. No one's touching you, but me. I would haunt the both of you til the day you died."

Tina smiled cheekily as she got to her knees. "When there's something strange... in the neighborhood... who you gonna call?" she sang as she crawled across the couch towards him.

Jack grinned at her as his eyes widened.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips pressed to the side of his face as she continued to sing the theme from Ghostbusters.

His arms wrapped around her waist to pull her to him tightly as he pushed her back onto the couch. "You're so damn weird. I love you," he said with a chuckle.

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Jack ran his hand through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time before his gaze darted towards the sky. Was there even anyone up there listening to him?

The excruciating weight pressing down onto his chest increased, and for a moment he had to grit his teeth to keep from falling apart. Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to bring himself back under control.

He deserved this pain. He had earned it. Every single thing he had done had led him to where he was, and this was his true punishment. Nothing she had done to him before leaving could compare to what he was experiencing right now.

He would rather endure an entire year of her physical abuse than go one more day suffering the emotional agony that was ripping him apart.

"I'll be better," he swore. "I won't hurt her. I won't do it. I won't. I swear to Christ I won't! Please!" he begged.

His hands covered his face, and he rocked back and forth as a sob escaped him.

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"Did you make a decision?" Marcie asked into the telephone.

"Not really. I feel like no matter what I do it's going to be the wrong thing."

"He's not going to stop, Tina. That much is apparent. He's already been to see half of our relatives, and Mom and Dad. He didn't even defend himself when Dad started hitting him. He just stood there and took it."

Tina's voice broke as she answered. "I know."

"You know I'll stand behind you no matter what you decide. If you want me to tell him to fuck off, I'll do it."

"No." Tina took a halting breath. "It's time for me to face this. I can't hide forever. Tell him."

Marcie bit down on her bottom lip in agitation as she peered towards the front of the house once more. "Are you sure this is what you want? You don't have to do this."

"I'm sure. I don't think he'll do anything with Natalie here, and Bill is next door if anything really horrible happens."

Marcie paused with indecision as she clasped the receiver close to her ear. "Do you want me to come there? You know, for support?"

"I appreciate the offer, but this is something I have to do on my own. The longer I wait, the harder it's going to be."

"Alright," Marcie responded softly. "I'll tell him where you are."

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Jack was on the verge of snapping altogether when the sound of the door opening at his back made him still. Dragging a ragged breath into his chest, he stared straight ahead.

"I'm not leaving," he reaffirmed stubbornly.

Marcie stepped onto the porch until she was standing beside him. Lifting her arm, she held out a slip of paper. 

When Jack turned his head, and caught sight of it, his light blue eyes lifted to her in surprise. Taking it from her hand, he glanced down at the writing before gazing at her in astonishment.

"Is this...?"

"She has agreed to see you. If you do anything, and I mean anything to hurt her, you will live to regret it. You will know suffering like you've never experienced before. Do you understand me?"

Jack nodded quickly. "I won't. I promise." Getting to his feet, he turned on the stairs, and wrapped his arms around Marcie, pulling her into a fierce hug as she gasped in surprise. "Thank you," he whispered brokenly.

Releasing her, he turned and flew down the stairs as fast as his body could carry him. 

When he reached his car, he had to force himself to take a moment to calm down so he didn't end up tearing away from the curb like a madman.

God had finally answered his prayers. He had found her.

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The large glass bowl hit the wall, and shattered directly beside his head. It made him flinch for a moment before he started towards her. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, and his blue eyes were heated as he ducked another flying object.

"You fucking bastard! How could you do that!?"

A cup smashed into his shoulder making him wince as it fell to the floor and broke into a hundred pieces. By the time he finally reached her, she had another one raised in her hand.

Gripping her wrists in his strong fingers, he squeezed them until she gasped, and dropped the missile she had been about to launch at his head.

"You're an animal! I hate you!" she sobbed.

Shaking her in his grasp, Jack's gaze became inflamed with rage as he grit his teeth. "Don't ever fucking say that again!" he growled loudly. Reaching his arm back, he slapped her across the face making her fall into the counter.

No longer stunned by this reaction, Tina pushed away from it almost immediately, and darted to the side of him to escape. She had run through the entire dining room, and had just reached the living room when he caught her. 

The impact of his body slamming into hers sent her to the floor hard, and Tina just barely managed to put her hands out to catch the brunt of the fall as she winced in pain. 

Jack landed directly on top of her sending the air from her lungs as she gasped beneath him. It didn't stop her from struggling to be free of him when he finally lifted himself up to flip her over.

When he grabbed onto her wrists once more, and pushed them to the floor beside her head, she fought to be freed like she was possessed.

"You are a monster," she panted. "How could you do that?"

"I didn't know it was your brother," he growled. " I walked in from work, and all I saw was some skinny little fuck with his hands on you. How was I supposed to know?"

Tina paused in her struggles to glare up at him accusingly. "By not acting like a psychopath, and actually asking me would have been a good start. You could have cracked his skull open!" she snarled at him.

"I didn't hit him that hard," he bit out. "You're completely over reacting!"

"I never should have married you!" she seethed. "You're the fucking devil!"

When his palm crashed into the side of her cheek, Tina let out a gasp before doubling her efforts to get free. "I fucking hate you!" she screamed.

Jack released her wrists in favor of grasping onto the sides of her head. Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to hers as he clenched his teeth together. "I told you never to say that again," he whispered dangerously.

"I don't care," Tina sobbed. "I don't care. Get off of me!"

Lifting her hand, she curled it into a fist before hitting him in the shoulder ineffectively. She did it over and over, until a growl finally escaped Jack's throat, and he pressed his mouth against hers.

She kept her lips tight, and tried to turn her head away, but his grip on her face was too strong. She couldn't break free as his thumbs pulled her jaw open so that he could sweep his tongue inside. 

He managed for only a moment before she tried to bite him. Rearing back, he let out a derisive snort before swooping back down to cover her lips again. The second time she managed to nip his lip making him pull on her hair viciously where his fingers held her.

"Stop trying to fucking bite me," he snapped.

In response, Tina lifted her fingernails, and clawed them down the side of his back making him gasp as he stilled on top of her. 

When her other hand lifted to rake down his arm, a growl of anger escaped his throat before he reached out to snatch both of her wrists into his hand. Pushing them above her head, he held them in place as she wriggled beneath him. 

You are being a total bitch," he snarled as he looked down at her.

"Maybe that's because I want you to... GET... OFF!" she raged back at him.

Jack let out a nasty little laugh as he looked at her. "Oh, baby, I plan to."

Reaching down so that she could see him, he pulled open the button to his jeans, and slowly drew down the zipper.

Tina's green eyes widened as she followed the movement of his fingers. "Don't you dare," she gasped as her gaze met his once more.

Jack had the audacity to grin. "I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to do it slow and hard just the way you like. You can fight me all you want, but I'm getting inside of you."

His palm reached down to clamp onto her knee, and then his hand began slowly sliding it's way up her thigh as he looked into her eyes.

Tina's expression became enraged as she bucked beneath him. "Stop!"

Her skirt was easily nudged out of his way, and then the back of Jack's fingers were brushing between her legs against the cotton material of the panties that covered her.

"I might, if you tell me you love me," he coerced.

Tina's lips pinched together as she glared at him. "You're a bastard," she informed him.

Jack grinned again at her response. "I was actually kind of hoping you would say that," he breathed. "Because I really really want to fuck you."

Gripping the center of her panties in his hand, Jack tore roughly on the material until it ripped beneath his fingers. 

Once it was out of the way, he reached down to pull his jeans down his hips from one side. They slipped down easily, and once his shaft was free from it's confines, he loomed over her body as he positioned himself.




The Garden Of Sin Ch. 02



Tina's eyes widened as his stomach pressed to hers. "Jack! Don't!" she gasped.

"Tell me you love me," he growled as he looked into her wide, green eyes.

With a whimper, Tina bit her lip. "I love you," she finally relented.

Jack smiled. "I love you too, baby." Reaching down to grip her thigh in his hand, he lifted her leg, then slammed inside of her.

She wasn't quite ready to take him, and his abrupt entry into her lukewarm body made her eyes close on a wince. When he began to move in slow, hard strokes she quickly heated beneath the onslaught, but it didn't stop her from glaring up at him.

"You are such a son of a bitch," she gasped as he continued to thrust between her legs.

Jack's mouth parted as his eyes closed. "And you are mine," he said thickly before his lips descended to latch onto her shoulder.

"I'm not wearing my diaphragm," Tina panted as his fingers dug into her.

A groan escaped him as he pushed into her harder. Releasing her wrists, Jack reached out to cup her face as he lifted his head to look at her. "I need to kiss you, baby. Don't bite me. Okay?"

Before she could utter a response, his mouth took hers searingly as his tongue pressed for entrance. When her lips parted beneath his without resistance another groan escaped him as he swooped in to take advantage.

After plundering it's depths to his satisfaction, he finally released her mouth to press his forehead to hers as his breath escaped him roughly. His movements between her thighs were now rhythmic. 

"I love you. I fucking love you! Oh God, baby. I'm going to cum," he groaned.

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Jack shook as he turned off the ignition to the car. He didn't need to check the paper to make sure the address was correct. He had memorized it the moment he had looked at it. This was the place. 

It was a tiny blue house with white shutters on the outside of it, and two small green bushes in front. This is where she lived now. For the longest moment he just sat there looking at it, willing himself to move. 

He had spent so long looking for her that now that the moment was at hand, he was terrified. 

What was he going to say? What could he say? A million things came to mind, but nothing felt right. How could he possibly find words to make amends for all that he had done. There were none.

Running his fingers through his hair in agitation, Jack felt his insides clench. This was the defining moment of his life, and he was too chicken shit to get out of the car. 

What if she wouldn't listen to him? What if she did listen, and then told him to go fuck himself anyways? What if she had already found someone else, and they were waiting with her in that tiny blue house. Could he control himself?

He had to. He had made a promise to God and to himself that he would never hurt her again, and he aimed to keep it. No matter what greeted him once he knocked on that door, he would have to just deal with it. He didn't have any other choice.

Closing his eyes with a grimace, Jack took a deep breath, and reached for the handle to get out of the car.

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Tina pressed her lips to her daughter's tiny forehead as she rocked on her feet. "Your Daddy is coming to see us," she told her softly. "You get to meet him today."

Walking in a slow circle, she gazed into her daughter's beautiful blue eyes. Her father's eyes. Natalie glanced back sleepily as her mother kissed her again. 

"He should be here soon," she told her nervously. "I think you'll be asleep before he manages it though," Tina said with a smile as Natalie's eyes began to droop. 

Stepping from the living room, Tina entered her bedroom, and approached the wooden crib that sat against the wall beside her bed. Lowering her daughter into it gently, she lifted her tiny blanket to cover her up as her small head turned, and she closed her eyes.

Sliding her fingers along her soft cheek, Tina smiled lovingly before straightening. "Wish me luck, kiddo," she whispered softly.

Leaving the room, Tina pulled on the door until it was almost shut. She left a small gap of a few inches in case Natalie began to cry. Dealing with Jack was going to be distracting, and she wanted to be able to hear her in case she woke.

She had just stepped into the kitchen, and had decided to make a pot of coffee, when there was a light knock on her front door. Immediately, her heart leapt into her chest as she turned to look at it. He was here.

For a moment she felt an immense sensation of panic that was difficult to tamp down. What have I done, she thought. This was a mistake. He knows where we are now. He's going to take complete control of me again. How can I possibly fight him with a baby to protect?

Her thoughts ran rampant for a full thirty seconds before she took a deep breath. Everything was going to be alright. She wasn't alone anymore. She had her family, and she had Bill next door in case anything went wrong. Straightening her shoulders, she stepped forward to answer the door.

The sight that met her once she opened it made her gasp. Her husband stood on her porch, and his large frame seemed to dominate the space. He was still tall, and imposing, Still as beautiful as she remembered. What made her gasp was the look in his eyes as they met hers.

He looked tortured. The whites of his eyes were etched with streaks of red, and the bright blue that she so distinctly remembered had faded to a dull color that she barely recognized. Her mouth parted when she saw him visibly begin to shake.

"Hi, Jack," she said softly.

His gaze dropped from hers as he stared at the ground. His brows lifted, and his lips parted to respond, but nothing came out. He seemed to strangle for a moment before his gaze lifted to her again. There was a well of tears in his eyes that he seemed to be trying to blink away. 

Pressing his lips together tightly, he frowned for a moment, and then his expression crumbled as he took a step forward.

He didn't lift his hands to touch her. He kept them at his sides. Once he was standing in front of her, he lowered his head until his face was buried against her neck, and let out a sob.

It shook his entire frame as Tina's eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things she had expected, this had definitely not been it.

When she lifted her hand to place it hesitantly on the back of his head, his shaking increased. A cry of agony was ripped from his throat, and then his tears fell freely. He had held them in so long, it was as if a damn was bursting inside of him.

"I'm. Sorry. I'm. So. Sorry."

When she lifted her other hand to his back, he finally raised his arms to crush her to him. Another sob escaped him as he squeezed her to him tightly.

"I was wrong. Everything I did was wrong. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be whatever you want. I just need you."

He was beyond desperation as he made the plea. His entire being felt painfully tight as he held her. When she pulled back, he had to fight to keep from latching onto her. He wasn't ready to let go.

He was too ashamed to look at her, and kept his eyes on the floor as her gaze roamed over his face. When she took his hand, he finally looked up in surprise.

"Come on," she told him softly.

As she walked through the kitchen, he followed her obediently, letting her pull him behind her. When they reached a door, she hesitated for a moment before looking back at him. 

"I need you to be quiet. Can you do that?"

Nodding dumbly, Jack watched as she pushed the door open slowly, and led him inside. When she pulled him to the side of the bed, and crawled inside of it, Jack's eyes widened a fraction as she turned to hold her arms out to him.

Without a moments hesitation, he went into them, and clutched her slight frame to his chest as he laid down beside her.

"I love you so much," he breathed into her hair as he squeezed her.

Tilting her head back, she lifted a finger to her lips, then pointed to the crib. "Just hold me, Jack," she whispered.

Immediately complying, Jack pulled her closer to him, and slid one of his knees between hers. Once she was pressed against him fully, he dropped his chin to the top of her head, and closed his eyes. A ragged breath escaped his throat. He felt like he was where he belonged.

They lay that way contentedly for the longest time until Jack's exhaustion finally caught up with him. With the love of his life encased in his arms, he finally fell asleep.

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When he awoke, it was to the sound of a soft cry of displeasure. Opening his eyes, Jack panicked momentarily when he saw that Tina was not beside him, but then he lifted his head, and saw her standing beside the bed. His chest sagged in relief as his head dropped back to the mattress.

When she turned to approach him, his bright blue eyes widened at the tiny bundle she was holding.

"Do you want to meet your daughter, Jack?" she asked softly.

His heart thumped within his chest as he pulled himself into a sitting position until his back was pressed against the wall.

Biting his lip, he gazed at the bundle again fearfully. "I don't want to hurt her," he said worriedly.

Tina smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. "You won't hurt her."

Lifting the baby towards him, she pressed the bundle into his arms before he could protest any further. Once she was cradled in the crook of his arm, he looked down into her soft blue eyes, and felt completely stunned.

"She's beautiful," he breathed in amazement.

Tina's smile widened as she looked at him. "She has your eyes," she informed him.

Jack couldn't tear his gaze away from the tiny face before him. "She looks like you," he said in awe. "What did you name her?"

"Natalie," Tina replied.

Jack's nose scrunched as he looked at her. "You named her after my mother?"

"Your mother had a beautiful name. I thought it was fitting."

"It's good," Jack said softly as he looked down at his daughter.

"You're a father now, Jack. If you want to be a part of her life, a part of our life, nothing can be like it was before."

Jack's eyes widened as his daughter lifted a tiny hand towards his face."It won't be," he swore. 

Lifting his head he looked into Tina's eyes with determination. "Being apart all this time made me realize that you were right about everything. I've spent the better part of this year hating myself thinking about all the things I have done. All the things I did to hurt you. I don't want to be that person anymore."

His eyes closed for a moment at the memory of the pain he had endured being without her. "I want to be the man you deserve. The man you both deserve."

Tina gazed into his sincere blue eyes before shifting to her daughter. "I hope so, Jack. If you do well at it, she'll end up loving you as much as I do."

Jack closed his eyes again as he fought back tears. "I love you. Both of you. I'm never going to mess this up again."

Reaching out for her, he pulled her against his side so that she was curled against him. When she dropped her head to his shoulder, he turned to press his lips against her hair before looking back down into his daughter's smiling face. 

His prayers had finally been answered. He was home.