Page 55 of Switch

Chloe grips my arm. “You need to go over there and show that bitch who he belongs to.”

I don’t even hesitate. I walk across the bar, eyes locked on the blonde, heat rising up my spine. She doesn’t even notice me at first, too busy twirling her hair and batting her lashes at Jax, who looks bored as hell.

The moment I reach them, I don’t stop. I shove her out of the way, ignoring her startled squeak, and slide right into Jax’s lap, straddling him. My short as hell dress slides even higher up my thighs.

His hands immediately grip my waist, his eyes darkening as a slow, satisfied smirk spreads across his lips. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs.

I don’t answer. Instead, I grab his cut in both hands, yank him closer, and crash my mouth against his. The kiss is hot, deep, possessive—everything I want it to be and he responds perfectly. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me closer, like he doesn’t care we’re putting on a damn show.

When I finally pull back, I smirk at the blonde who’s still standing there, looking shocked and pissed.

“Who the hell are you?” she sneers, crossing her arms.

I tilt my head, smirking as I run a hand up his chest.

“I’m his old lady.”

Behind me, the rest of the girls erupt into cheers and drunken laughter.

“Hell yeah, you are!” Jenny yells.

Chloe whistles. “That’s our girl!”

Sophie claps. “Now that’s how you stake your claim.”

Carlie just shakes her head, grinning as she sips her drink. “Poor girl never stood a chance.”

Jax is still gripping my hips tightly, eyes burning with something dark and wild. He leans up, pressing his lips to my ear.

“Damn, Bella,” he rasps. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze. “Guess there’s still a lot to learn about me.”

He grins. “Fuck, I love this side of you.”

And judging by the way he tightens his grip, I think he’s about to show me just how much.

Jax's hands stay glued to my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin in a way that tells me he's holding back—barely. His eyes, that deep stormy blue, flicker between my lips and my eyes, like he’s debating between throwing me over his shoulder and taking me the hell out of here or showing every single person in Perdition that I belong to him.

And I like that thought way too much.

The blonde? She’s still standing there. Arms crossed, her lips pursed like she’s chewing on a lemon.

“I didn’t realize he had a thing for clingy girls,” she sneers.

I arch a brow. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t even know what clingy looks like.”

The old ladies behind me erupt in shocked laughter, Jenny nearly spilling her drink in the process.

Carlie grins, looking at the blonde like she’s a new form of entertainment. “You might wanna take your L and leave before this gets ugly.”

Chloe leans in, her voice mockingly sweet. “Would hate for you to have to walk outta here barefoot because Bella snatched your heels.”

Sophie winks. “Or your hair.”

The blonde scoffs, flipping her hair dramatically, but she knows she’s lost. She glares at me one last time before turning on her ridiculous stilettos and stomping off toward the bar.

Jax? He hasn’t taken his hands off me. If anything, he seems more amused than anything.

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