The Millionaire Jackson Harrison

Chapter 9:

Chapter Nine:

Jackson felt angry and wanted to relax a bit, so he went to a nightclub where he could spend some time away from everyone. As soon as Jackson entered the club, he found his ex-wife Emma with that man, Edward. He glanced at Emma, semi-naked, wearing very revealing clothes, and looking unnatural, swaying.

Emma, intoxicated, exclaimed, "Edward! Who is this huge man? What is he doing here?"

Edward smiled, then shook hands with Jackson, saying, "She's yours now; you can spend the whole night with her. It was a good deal."

"What... What are you saying, Edward, and why are you shaking hands with this man?" she spoke, trembling.

"Let me explain, your friend here made me spend the night with you for the agreed-upon amount."

"You're lying... I can't believe it."

"I don't care where you got the money, but I care that I get the agreed-upon amount."

John laughed, mocking how Edward sold her for $300,000, and he had already accepted the deal. She was nothing more than a cheap commodity exchanged among men, moaning with desire in their hands. He picked her up on his back and headed to the boxing ring to make love in a perfect way.

All of this while Jackson sat watching what was happening. He wanted to go there to find out what was going on, but he decided to ignore it. Maybe she agreed to go to someone else who was richer and had money.

Jackson's anger escalated, and he followed the man who took Emma. He started his car and went after him, all filled with rage at what he was doing.

"What are you doing, Jackson? Why are you going after her now?"

John reached the place he wanted and picked up Emma from the car. He pulled off the part covering the rest of her chest, revealing it, and said with lust, "I'll make you be with me, my beautiful. Edward told me how you cheated on your husband and slept with him! I'll make you now between arms and a huge penis. You love manipulating men and moving between one penis and another, so I'll make you taste a penis that makes you forget all the filth."

Emma trembled, unable to believe what Edward had done to her. She betrayed her ex-husband Jackson, who loved her and worked day and night to bring her a cake to eat. She deserved all of this.

"Hello," John smiled.

"Is this her?" someone asked.

John looked at her, shamelessly exposing her, and said, "This is a wrestling ring. I'll give you a chance to resist. If I defeat you, as expected, you'll be mine. I can do whatever I want with you."

Emma felt fear and hatred for him, but did she have a chance? Yes, she cheated on her ex-husband, but everything was by her consent and planning. Now it was going to happen forcibly and against her will. She looked again at the man called John, but what did she expect from him? He was brutal, and the last thing she knew about him was that he was a sadist.

"I agree."

"To be mine!" John mocked.

"If you defeat me."

John laughed mockingly and said, "It will happen, my beauty, and I'll make you my cat."

He approached to kiss her, but she recoiled.

Emma trembled, glancing at his sturdy and massive frame.

"Let's face it first..."

John: "When?"

Emma Carter: "Now!"

Standing in the middle of his hall, he boasted about the agreement, stating that this beauty would share his bed tonight. He laughed while others commented.

Someone: "You're lucky, sir."

Another: "Ready for you, John. She looks fierce!"

Yet another: "She's your type!"

John: "Yes, she's my favorite type. I'll make her pass through my private pleasure room!"

He boasted about whipping her delicate skin and reveling in her pain, claiming it to be a delightful experience. She listened, feeling disgusted by him and what he said. She was on the verge of vomiting.

But she said, "But if I defeat you."

Everyone laughed mockingly.

John: "Hmm, I hear you."

John: "Agreed, my cat, but you're asking for the impossible. How can a cat defeat a lion?"

She removed what was left of the dress torn by Jackson.

John exclaimed boastfully: "You're beautiful, my cat. I'll tattoo my name on your doomed body. After that, I'll satisfy you with love until your screams are heard by everyone in Brussels."

Together, they entered the ring, and he admired her curves with lust, moving his tongue on his lips seductively.

As the attack began, she felt fear, received the first kick in her abdomen, and he laughed loudly, attacking again.

She moved in the ring, avoiding him. He looked at her with a smile.

John: "Beautiful, my cat. Hurry so I don't catch you."

In the end, she was defeated. He lifted her with one hand and headed to his car to take her to his room for an unforgettable night with his fierce cat.

All this was under Jackson's watchful eyes. He realized that the despicable Edward sold her to this John, and Emma didn't want this closeness. He wanted to protect them, but he remembered her betrayal, her harsh words. Still, in his care, he wouldn't let that man assault her and violate her, so he decided to go after John and prevent him from approaching.

After John left the ring and reached his apartment, he removed the remaining of her underwear, looking at her with desire.

His hand slowly reached to touch her, caressing her soft skin with his fingers. She recoiled as if shocked by an electric current. She raised her fingers, warning him with a trembling voice: "Don't come near me."

Standing at the edge of the bed, without clothes, her face smeared with makeup, enticing with her slightly swollen body, and the scent of the perfume she spread.

John mocked her after removing his shirt, remaining in his white shirt.

Emma, in a shaky voice from her emotions, asked, "What are you going to do?"

He lingered on her intriguing feminine details, with deliberate, extremely slow glances that aroused her excitement. He removed his shirt skillfully, and his mysterious looks remained on her. Then he took off his pants, advanced toward her, and initiated a deep kiss, full of strong emotions, drowning her in dozens of soft kisses all over her face until she moaned. He forcefully pulled her towards the bed to lie down together, and she couldn't stop him, knowing he would win and do what he wanted.

His fingers wandered over her skin until he reached her private parts, teasing her with his fingers. Then, he grabbed her breasts, sucking on them with a rotating motion. All this while restraining her movements, capturing her breath, swallowing her voice with a kiss. He almost inserted his massive penis into her when they were interrupted by someone breaking the door and entering.

"Stop, John."

Emma cried as she saw Jackson in front of her, feeling humiliated and cheap for the way she had been treated.

"Jackson! What are you doing here?"

"Stop, don't get close to her, let her go, and you, wear this and leave."

Jackson threw some clothes on her while watching her tremble, and there was a liquid flowing from her private part, evidence of John's presence on her body, especially her breasts, where John's saliva was dripping.

John shouted, "Have you gone mad? I paid a lot to be with her!"

"Stop, or you'll know how your life will end."

Emma returned to her home shattered, not understanding how her life had changed like this. She remembered what happened with that huge John, and how Jackson saved her from him.

Her phone rang while she was still devastated and almost falling to the ground. "I'm not despicable to seek revenge like this. I made him leave you just because you were once my wife, but wait for hell."

"Jack, please, what are you doing? You're not like this! Jackson, forgive me, I don't deserve you?"

Jackson didn't listen to her. He hung up, threatening revenge on everyone. As for Emma, the scene of her leaving with John still echoed in her mind like a reel from a movie.