That’s a mistake.
The words barely leave my mouth before something seizes me. My body folds forward so hard my teeth click together. A gasp rips from my throat as an invisible hand fists itself in my hair and drags me down.
“Jax—”
My lips crash against the mark and his entire body jerks. I try to pull back but I can't. The pressure tightens, forcing me lower, guiding me to the next black line carved across his stomach.
“Still think I’m asking?” he says, his voice rough and dangerous.
Then the magic shoves me forward again, pressing my mouth to the second mark.
“I wasn’t kidding when I told you I can do things,” he says, his voice low, shaking with a power that vibrates through my bones. “The Tar… when we… fell… I got… I don’t know what to call it. Power. It’s in my fucking blood.”
The pressure eases just enough for me to drag in a ragged, painful breath. “Power?” I gasp, my voice a wrecked whisper.
“But I can’t control it,” he snarls, looking at his own hands as if they’re venomous things. “It just… happens. Especially when I’m… like this.” He gestures at me, to my state of undress, to the unrestrained hunger in the air.
For the first time, I see a flicker of real fear in his eyes, a terror that has nothing to do with being here. He looks from his hands to me, and the glowing red of his irises seems to dim, replaced by a desperate, human panic.
He takes a step back. “This might not be a good idea,” he says, his voice hoarse, broken. “I can’t…”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, the words torn from him.
“Jax, I need this.” I know I’m begging him at this point.
“What if I lose control, Sisk?”
“I’ll say scotch, okay?” I whisper, the word a lifeline. “I promise. If it gets too much, I’ll say it.”
To show him I mean it, I push my underwear down, letting them fall to my grimy ankles. “It’s either you do it,” I say, my voice shaking but firm, “or the next person that walks by, because whatever is in my bloodstream right now is making me extra needy.” I step out of my jeans completely, half-naked in the dirty street, offering myself to him as a challenge.
He’s still hesitating, his internal war written all over his face. So I do something else: I turn slowly, placing my hands flat against the cold, damp brick wall, and I look back at him over my shoulder. “Please, Jax. Show me what the monster can do.”
“Fuuuuuck it,” he snarls, the words a feral surrender.
He’s on me in a second, his hand pressing firmly between my shoulder blades. He kicks my feet apart with his own, and then he pushes into me, no preamble. It’s exactly what I asked for. Every thrust is a claim, a punishment, a desperate attempt to exorcise the demons dancing between us.It’s rough, it’s raw, and it’s perfect.
I hear the shuffle of a couple's footsteps, walking past the end of the alley. I freeze, my heart seizing in my chest, but Jax doesn’t stop. His rhythm doesn’t falter. If anything, he goes harder, deeper, his grip on my hips tightening. He knows they’re there. And the thrill of it, the absolute fucked-up thrill of being watched, of being claimed so publicly, makes it impossible to resist. The couple slows, their shadows falling long into the alley.They don’t say anything but they don’t move.They watch like silent voyeurs to my defilement.
I’m mostly hidden by his body, but there’s no doubt what’s happening. This is fucked up, and it’s going to haunt me forever, because I know he doesn’t want anything serious, and I know my heart is still shattered from all those years ago. And this kind of sex, this raw, public, possessive sex, is just going to make it impossible to be with anyone else ever again.
His hand slides to my stomach, pulling me impossibly closer until there’s no space between us. “You love it, don’t you? You love being put on display like the filthy little exhibitionist you are.”
I want to scream, but his left hand leaves my hip and moves to my mouth, two fingers sliding inside, filling me, silencing me so I don’t make an even bigger scene. His other hand comes around my front, takes my own hand, and guides it between my legs, making my fingers touch my clit. “Is this what you wanted, Sisk? To be so full of me in public that you can’t even scream? To be fucked where anyone can see? To be mine, right here, right now?”
The words are a brand, and my body answers. He feels my pussy clench around him, and he chuckles against my back. He keeps my hand pinned to my clit, his fingers covering mine, forcing me to rub myself in time with his brutal thrusts.
He bites down hard on my shoulder and my orgasm crashes through me and I scream against his fingers, my body convulsing, my legs shaking so badly I would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up.
He feels me coming, and with a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside me filling up my pussy.
The couple finally moves on, their footsteps fading down the street until the night swallows them completely, leaving us alone in the aftermath of our own destruction.
Jax steps back, dragging a hand through his hair like he’s trying to physically wrench himself back under control.
He reaches down and grabs my jeans from the grimy ground. He holds them, his gaze drifts down my body, taking in the mess he’s made of me. The bite mark on my shoulder, the flush on my skin, the evidence of him still slick on my thighs.
