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“You are mine,” he says between licks, nips, and kisses. “These breasts”—he moves his blood-covered fingers over my breast as his tongue licks the other—“are mine. This cunt,” hesays with a growl, as he moves his fingers back into me, finding the spot that has me panting with need, “is mine. And if anyone else dares to look at you, dares to touch you, then I will happily relieve them of their hands and eyes.”

I start to open my mouth in response, but he grabs underneath me, deftly flipping me onto my stomach. Within an instant his mouth is beside my ear and he’s whispering softly to me, “I’m going to worship your body today, love, as if you’re my only chance of salvation. But just know what while I’m on my knees behind you, that I’m going easy on you.” I can feel the devilish smile on his mouth as he continues to talk. “But every single time I thrust into you, I’ll be thinking about all of the absolutely depraved things I’ll do to you next time.”

He’s off me before I can respond, pulling my hips up and back towards him, so my ass is in the air, I wait for the familiar feel of his fingers or cock finding me, but instead I jump forward in surprise when his tongue runs over me again, licking me up and down eagerly.

“Jax!” I scream in surprise as he holds me still, his hands gripping me firmly.

“Be a good girl and tell me how incredible my tongue feels inside of you, how badly your pussy and ass want more of me,” he purrs between licks as his fingers find my clit, rubbing it just the way I like.

“It feels—” I pause, not sure how it feels, not sure how to separate the shame of his tongue licking meeverywherefrom the pleasure it’s giving me.

“Take a breath, love,” he commands. “Focus on your body right now, nothing else, and tell me: How. Does. It. Feel?” His tongue plunges back inside me before I can answer, and I shatter, clutching the sheets and burying my face in the pillow as stars encase my vision.

“Amazing,” I pant a few moments later. “It feels fucking amazing.”

I hear him chuckle as he bites my ass, his hands massaging the skin where his teeth no doubt left a mark.

“Maybe next time it won’t be just my tongue there,” he says, and heat rushes to my cheeks in response.

My breathing is ragged, and I push myself up to my forearms, before a gentle hand guides me back down, my chest pressing against the bed as my ass is still in the air.

He lines himself up with me, and in one smooth motion thrusts into me until he’s fully seated. The feeling of his cock inside of me is nothing like his fingers, it stretches me, fills me, in ways that only it can.

“Fuck, you take me so well, love.” He groans as he pulls out slowly before thrusting back into me. “I wish you could see everything that I’m seeing right now, watch how well you take me, how your pussy was made for me, and how much I like the look of your blood on my cock.”

A loud slap sounds as his hand makes contact with my ass, and the sting of it takes me by surprise. But where I expect pain to radiate, I can only feel pleasure, and I’m writhing beneath his touch. Wanting more, needing more, of anything he is willing to give me. I go quiet for a moment, focusing on everything I’m feeling, of all the ways he is making me feel so unbelievably turned on.

“You good, love?” he asks, pausing for a second as he waits for me to answer.

“I’m good, so good. Keep going. Don’t. Stop.” I moan in response, and Jax slams back into me. I’m coiled tight like a spring, my impending orgasm building within me like a tsunami, as Jax continues to ravish me, the speed and intensity of his thrusts only becoming more intense.

My orgasm slams into me just as Jax finds his own release, and my body is no longer my own. I’m completely at his mercy, under his hands, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

He pulls out slowly and I feel his cum dripping down my leg, and I already miss the feeling of him inside of me, already want him again. “Pass me a towel or something and I’ll clean—”

I feel his fingers on my leg, and he moves them back up to my pussy, pushing his cum back inside of me before kissing me on the back.

“Problem solved, love,” he says, and I moan underneath him, loving the way he makes me feel so depraved, yet so loved in the same moment. And just as I feel another wave of pleasure wash over me, I realize how much he has helped me heal, and how much I crave his touch. I lean into everything he’s willing to give me, grateful for him being the one always here to catch me no matter what.

CHAPTER 36

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There’s a lightknock at the door before Ryan strides into the room, not even waiting for an answer.

I shriek, pulling the sheets up around me, the sheets that desperately need to be washed after what we just did.

Jax on the other hand doesn’t move, his body is reclined back, his entire nakedness—blood and all—on full display for Ryan to see.

If Ryan thinks there’s anything wrong with the sight in front of him, he doesn’t let on, and only raises an eyebrow in our direction.

“I hate to interrupt this”—he gestures to us on the bed—“but the video…” He pauses.

“Just say it.” My voice sounds detached, as if I’m trying to buffer myself for whatever he’s going to say next.

“The video has gone viral,” Ryan says.

I feel the blood drain from my face. “What?” I question in shock.

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