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He inserts himself to the hilt, filling me to the max, and he moans. A whimper falls from my lips, and we stare at each other in the mirror. Both of us are on our knees. One of us giving. One of us taking. His hips find the same tempo they once held, fast and ruthless, as he chases my orgasm. A rope inside of me is pulling my insides tighter and tighter until his cock hits that right spot one more time, and I’m spiraling. Free falling. I see stars. My vision blurs, but he doesn’t relent. He thrusts faster, harder. Moans that I can’t control slip from my lips. Noises I’ve never heard myself make before. My legs are shaking. Our skin slapping, mixed with the sounds coming from both of us, is the perfect erotic song. It’s one I wouldn’t mind hearing a thousand times over.

I watch his every move in the mirror. A silver pendant hangs down his chest, and the light flicks against it over my shoulder. He slides a hand up my torso, and every sound and move he makes pushes the conversation we had and the bad memories from my mind. Jax pinches my nipple hard, and it sends a jolt of electricity through my veins.

My legs haven’t stopped shaking, and I’m so close to collapsing if it weren’t for him holding me upright. My body is weak from the orgasm. My mind, too, but Jax hasn’t stopped.

Jax pushes me back down to all fours with force but pulls my hair back to keep my head straight.

“Don’t.” Thrust. “Stop.” Thrust. “Looking.” Thrust. “In.” Thrust. “The.” Thrust. “Mirror.” Thrust. “Watch while I fill you with my cum, baby,” he whispers seductively, but it sounds like a scream in my ear. I hear his every word. I feel as though I can feel every beat of his heart through our connection.

Jax pulls me up again like he can’t decide, but my eyes never leave his. The sudden pull cuts my breathing off for a second, but it remains gone as he puts his hand over my mouth and the other around my throat.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as Jax slams into me. My body is buzzing with the need to release again, and my head goes foggy with the lack of oxygen. Jax rails into me one last time before we both cum together. A guttural scream escapes him, and his hands slowly fall from my throat and face. I suck in a breath of air as I fall down.

He pulls out of me, and I sink, completely immobile. When my lungs fill with air, I scramble to my feet.

“Where are you going?” Jax asks as he turns to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What was that?” I snap.

“That was sex,” he quips.

“No. The mental intrusion. What was that?”

“I’m learning you, and I’m going to teach you just how truly wanted you are.”

“This isn’t about me. It shouldn’t be about me, anyway. Talk. It’s your turn to tell me.”

“I’m not in a chatty mood, really,” he breathes. I walk back over to him and stare into his green eyes. He stares back, not backing down from the contest, and I shove him. Over and over again until he takes my wrists in his hands and pushes me to the ground.

My knees bang off the floor, and a shot of pain runs up my thighs and down my shins.

“Fuck you, Jax!” I nearly spit.

“Did and will again, baby.”

thirteen

JAX

I had every intention of telling her what she wanted to know, but the moment I saw her, I had a different idea. My dick woke up at the sight of her, and I wanted, no, needed to take her. I wanted to take her more when she demanded Chase to leave.

But how did I miss those scars the last time? The belt buckle mark on her ass and the cigarette burns that litter her skin. From her parents. I know what it’s like to feel pain caused by the people who are meant to love you. I understand her in more ways than she realizes, but that’s precisely what she wants to know.

“Fine,” I say. “You want to know so badly? I killed my father because he abused me and my mother at any given opportunity. I went to prison for it, and it was only supposed to be for three years. Something happened in there. It changed me. It changed the way I ran. I lashed out at everyone and became violent. I’ve killed and hurt people in there.”

Luna goes to reach for her clothes and move away from me, but I grab onto her and hold her where she kneels before me.

“You don’t get to move. You wanted me to talk, so you’re going to fucking listen,” I bellow, and she flinches.

“How old are you?” She asks.

“I’m thirty. How old are you?” Her eyes widen with the admission of my age, but she doesn’t complain.

“Twenty. Why’d you follow me? Break into my apartment?”

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters anymore. I’m leaving.”

Luna’s face falls. Disappointment flashes through her eyes. “You’re leaving,” she repeats.