All the air explodes out of me when he slams me down onto the glass coffee table. I only have a second to prepare myself before his lips are on mine and his tongue is forcing its way into my mouth. Anything I had wanted to say gets pushed aside as I meet Jax’s punishing kiss, moaning loudly when his fingers circle around my nape and grab my ponytail. After two days of being on an emotional roller coaster, my body comes alive, craving the touch of the killer who is currently claiming every inch of me.
“Let her go.Now.”
I turn my head with effort, the pain from Jax’s hold on my hair pulling and stinging my scalp. Liam’s massive form materializes behind Keane, a gun pointed directly at his head. Keane didn’t sense Liam come up behind him because his hazel gaze had been laser-focused on me and Jax.
“Liam, stop!” I shout, but it’s too late.
Keane moves so quickly, he’s nothing but a blur. He rams back into Liam, both of them going down. Keane is the first to recover. He tucks and rolls, and is immediately back up on his feet, Glock drawn. Where in the hell did he hide his weapon? I thought the guards were supposed to frisk them before they were allowed up.
Liam slowly rises, his gun steady as he matches Keane’s stance. These two alphaholes are going to kill each other if I don’t do something.
A flash of red streaks in front of my eyes, and I hiss when my skin burns along my clavicle. Jax is holding his red-hilted knife, carving a small path along my skin.
With wide wonderment, I look up at him, but he’s staring right at Liam as he laps up the trickle of blood that oozes out from the small cut. The scrape of his tongue against my skin goes straight to my clit, and I can feel the warm wetness of my arousal soak my panties. What Jax is doing shouldn’t be turning me on but tell that to my traitorous body.
“Make a move and I’ll slit her throat,” he threatens, sliding the tip of the knife down my chest, cutting through the cotton of my T-shirt like butter.
I didn’t put on a bra, and my nipples pinch into hard peaks when he circles the blade around each breast. The cold steel pressing against my overheated flesh makes me tremble, then hum, as he takes one hard bud into his mouth, laving it with flicks of his hot tongue.
I roll my head to the side, Liam and Keane filling my vision. Our eyes clash just as Jax wrenches my attention back to him.
“Why are you looking at them? They’re not going to save you from me.”
To prove his point, he digs the knife into my neck, and I flinch but love it just the same. This is the game we play, Jax and I. I don’t move. I don’t swallow. I stop breathing. Jax tugs my leggings and underwear down. The sound of a zipper being pulled reverberates in my ears and my pulse thickens as lust clouds my senses.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Liam threatens but doesn’t make a move that would set Jax off.
“Is that the guy you screwed?” Jaxtsksme, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. If he keeps that up, I’m going to come embarrassingly quickly.
I knew it was only a matter of time before Jax discovered all my secrets. That’s what he does. He picks at the digital bones of your life like a carrion, ripping apart tiny pieces of your entire existence until he has consumed every part of you.
Not able to lie to him, I hush out a yes, and he pinches my clit hard in punishment. I could stop him. Jax knows it. I could immobilize his grip on his knife using a pressure point in his wrist, then slam my open palm against his nose, shattering pieces of bone and cartilage and sending them directly into his brain.
“Yes,” I say louder, taunting him, craving what I know is about to happen. I don’t have to wait long.
With a growl, Jax thrusts inside of me, fast and deep, only stopping when every inch of him is buried to the hilt and his balls smack against my ass.
My back arches taut and I clutch his chest to hold on as he brutally fucks me into the table. When I feel the nip on my top lip, I open for him without thought. He swallows my hedonistic cries as he kisses the hell out of me while holding the knife to my throat, making sure that Keane and Liam don’t make a move to stop him.
I don’t care. I’ve missed him. Jax needs to take his demons out on me, and I’m more than happy to let him. I can see the effects of the stress and sleepless nights written all over his lethally gorgeous face. How much the past few days have affected him. Jax is punishing me. Marking me. Making sure I understand who I belong to, even though he knows damn well, I refuse to belong to anyone. Never again will I allow a man to control my life.
I also need this as much as he does. I was so scared that he had been shot. That he and Keane didn’t make it out in time. I may want to explore this new familial relationship with Declan, but I don’t think I would ever have been able to forgive him if Jax and Keane had been killed by his men. And if Liam hurts either of them, I will kill him myself.
My hands immediately go to Jax’s half-covered ass to help him pound me into a vicious and quick orgasm that has me screaming my release. When Jax suddenly pulls out of me, my nerve endings are firing like crazy, and my body is a twitchy mass of boneless goo. He grabs his cock with his free hand and jerks it hard until he’s coming all over my chest.
“Mine,” Jax states, rubbing himself into my skin until it soaks in, coating me in his rich, musky scent. But he’s not done.
He bends to my stomach, sucking my belly button ring into his mouth, and gives it a pull that sends a jolt straight to my core. His wicked tongue licks up my stomach and between the valley of my breasts before reaching my mouth. He kisses me one last time, softly, tenderly, and I savor the salty taste of it.
Jax traces his nose across my flushed skin, stopping to mark me with his teeth at the dip of my neck. His bite is hard enough that I whimper in pain, but I lilt my head to the side to give him better access. This wasn’t how I thought our reunion would go, but I’m not complaining.
A small movement has me looking up, and I freeze. I was so lost in the moment with Jax, I completely forgot Keane and Liam were there.
They aren’t training their guns on one another anymore. They’re both watching me and Jax with hot, scorching eyes, and it makes me remember how good it felt when Keane went down on me while Jax kissed me. My gaze dips and lingers on the two huge bulges trapped behind the flies of their trousers. Keane and Liam got turned on watching Jax fuck me. The fantasies that bit of knowledge elicits has my head swimming with all sorts of sordid, lurid possibilities.
Jax tongues my ear and sucks on the fleshy lobe, and I moan again, not able to help myself.
“Dirty girl,” he teases, knowing exactly where my mind went.
