He growled against my lips, his body working like a demon on mine. “I haven’t even fucking started.”
His hips pounded against me, taking me, and I moaned, feeling him sink so deep, hitting that spot again and again.
“Harder, Jax.” I sucked in air fast and hard, the orgasm building in my womb, and I couldn’t control myself anymore. Throwing myself back down on the bed, I rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts until the orgasm crashed over me, making my center clench and tighten, pulse and throb. I cried out, stilling as he kept fucking me, not stopping or slowing down.
“Jesus,” I moaned. “I love you.”
Wait. What?
I snapped my eyes open, seeing him smiling down at me.
“I … no … I … I.” Fuck!
“Don’t worry.” He chuckled. “I don’t trust postorgasmic I love yous.”
He stopped thrusting, pulled out of me, and got off the bed. I instantly covered myself, confused. But before I had a chance to question him, he pulled me up, picked me up, and guided my legs around his body.
“What are we doing?” I asked, kissing him.
“I need to watch you.” He looked so desperate, as if he needed more and more.
And feeling his hardness rub the sensitive area between my legs was making me needy again.
He led us to the low lounge chair in the corner of the room. Slight recline on the back and no armrests to get in the way, the dark wooden chair with black cushions looked like something that might sit outside, but it was perfectly at home in his room.
Sitting down, I took his cue and unlocked my legs from behind him, and straddling him, I hung my legs over his thighs, planting my feet on the floor.
“Oh.” I let out a nervous laugh, grabbing his face for a kiss. “This is going to feel good.”
He sat back, looking relaxed and holding my hips. “You’re going to look good, too.”
I didn’t waste any time.
Lifting myself up, I held his eyes as I lowered myself back down, taking him back inside me.
His eyes drifted closed. “How can you still be so tight?”
“This feels different,” I said, moving up and down, finding a steady pace.
“It’s deeper.”
I bobbed faster, my breasts bouncing against his chest as I let my head fall back.
“Damn, look at you,” he mused, and I grabbed his face, covering his sweet lips with mine.
But I needed more. More contact.
I started rolling my hips into him, feeling his length massage my insides, making me groan as I withdrew, reveling in the skin on skin.
I whimpered thoughfully. “I like this,” I taunted. “I’ll have to ride you more.”
His eyes closed, his head fell back, and his white teeth peeked out with his little smile. “Now, that was a mistake.”
And I yelped when he wrapped his arms around me and shot off the chair—surprisingly easy since he was carrying an extra hundred twenty pounds—and he stomped to the bed, dumping me on my ass.
“Jax! What …?” I trailed off, confused.
His devilish grin pinned me for two seconds before he hooked my knees, yanked me down to the end of the bed, and flipped me over.
“Jax!” And I gasped as his cock crowned my entrance and his shadow loomed over me.
Oh, shit. My muscles clenched, and I could feel the warmth pouring out of me. “I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered in my ear. “But you’ll ride me when I say you can ride me.”
And he pushed into me, sinking deep and fucking fast.
“Oh, Jax,” I moaned, the thick heat of him filling me, giving me what I needed.
He pumped his hips, going rough and fast, spearing me, and all I could do was sit there and take it.
Or not. I turned out one knee and planted my hands on the bed, arching up.
“Damn, Juliet,” Jax grunted, driving into me. “You feel so good.”
The orgasm was starting to rock my insides, and I just held on, loving the feel of his fist gripping my hair.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my sex tightening and then slowly exploding in waves. “Oh,” I cried out. “Oh, God!”
And I let it go, feeling Jax’s arms wrap around me, holding me as I shook.
“Juliet …” He fell apart, jerking into me and breathing hard on my neck. “Only ever you.”
CHAPTER 22
JAXON
I grip my arms tight, huddling in a ball and squeezing my eyes shut so hard tears seep through the lids. The blasts of cold air cut into my ears as the fans blow around my face.
I’m in a freezer.
A deep freezer in my dad’s house, and this isn’t the first time.
“Please.” I can only whisper, my teeth chatter so hard. “Let me out.”
How long have I been in here? It feels like an hour, but I don’t think it’s been that long. I can still hear my father yelling at Jared outside in the kitchen. Oh, God, it hurts! I rock back and forth.
He’d hit our father. That’s why I’m in here.
Jared knows how I’m being hurt, and he’s mad. He lunged for our father as he sat on the couch, and it took them no time to get him under control. I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing to him out there. Jared’s angry about what our father makes us do, he’s mad about what happens to me, and I saw my father bring out the belt to punish him. I’m scared.
My brother. He tried to protect me.
The cold air burns my nose, so I inhale through my mouth and feel my lungs fill with ice. I cough, gasping in shallow breaths.