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He has watched me for months. Studied me. Hunted me. My skin crawls with the violation.
His hand trails lower. He grips my ass cheek and squeezes hard.
I gasp and flinch forward.
Jax’s other hand shoots out and clamps the back of my neck. He anchors me in place.
“You belong to me now. Your body is mine. I will use you just like I use her, and you will learn to crave it.”
My pulse throbs in my ears. The threat is a promise.
Jax shoves me forward. I stumble and catch my weight on the thin mattress.
His hand presses heavy between my shoulder blades. He forces me down. He bends me over the edge of the bed. I push back. His strength overwhelms me. He pins my chest to the sheets and grips my left hip to lock my lower half in place.
I am bent over, utterly exposed.
Panic wars with the heavy heat in my groin. I am fully hard. Unwanted arousal leaks from my tip, staining the cheap fabric of the mattress. My body responds to his dominance while my mind begs for an escape.
Jax lets out a dark chuckle. “Your body knows exactly what it wants.”
I clench my jaw. I refuse to speak.
“You lie to yourself.” Jax runs a finger down the cleft of my ass. “You chase power. You crave control. You have just been too much of a coward to admit you want to submit.”
The truth slices open old wounds. I squeeze my eyes shut to block the tears of humiliation. He sees right through my defenses.
A drawer slides open. A plastic bottle pops.
Cold, slick lubricant coats Jax’s fingers. He presses against my entrance. He circles the tight ring of muscle.
I buck my hips to pull away. The hand on my back presses down with crushing force.
“Stay still.”
His first finger breaches me. I cry out. A sharp sting of invasion rips through me.
Jax moves slowly. He works the digit in and out with ruthless skill. He murmurs filthy words against my ear.
“So tight. You are going to take so much more. Have you ever let a man claim you like this?”
I bite the mattress to muffle my voice. I have done this before. In dark hotel rooms with nameless men. Never like this. Never without consent.
Jax pushes a second finger inside. My hips jerk. The stretch burns, but a deep ache of pleasure blooms underneath the pain. He angles his hand and strikes my prostate.
A broken moan tears out of my throat.
My cock twitches. Clear fluid drips onto the bed. The pleasure is unauthorized. Traitorous.
“There it is.” Jax laughs. “I knew your body would betray you.”
He adds a third finger. He scissors his digits, stretching me wide, striking the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over. My legs shake. I lose the ability to form coherent thoughts. Heat floods my veins.
His free hand reaches around and closes around my leaking cock.
He strokes me in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside me. The dual stimulation shatters my remaining defenses.
I push up on my toes. I press my face into the mattress. I whimper. A desperate, needy sound. My hips roll forward into his fist and push back onto his fingers. I chase the friction. I chase the burn.
