Page 109 of Chaos

“Shit, shit, shit.” I say it like a chant.

Just as I’m nearly there, he withdraws out of me and back towards my ass.

“Still trust me?”

“Always,” I pant out as he spreads my cheeks and his soaked fingers push into my tight hole. Slowly, oh, so fucking slowly. He sucks on me, distracting me from the initial shock.

“Good girl,” he groans.

With his mouth back on my pussy, I’ve never experienced a sensation quite like this. I’m so full, I’m on fire, to the point I can’t breathe. Another explosive climax comes over me and I ride it out.

I lift my arms above my head, and Jax swiftly stands, scooping me up by the waist and holding me close to his chest. I blow the strands of my sweaty hair away from my face, then press my lips against his.

“Go look at your new ink, baby,” he says, placing me down. With our fingers interlocked, I lead him towards the full-length mirror in the hallway, excitement bubbling inside me.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

He slides his arms around me from behind and cups my breasts in his hands. It really is, he did a perfect job, despite the distractions.

Meeting his eyes in the reflection, I feel an instant connection.

His grin only intensifies the butterflies in my stomach.

“It is, just like you,” he replies, kissing my throat.

FIFTY-TWO

JAX

With a mischievous grin, Sofia can't contain her laughter as she drops yet another ice cube into my open palm. Turns out, the tongue bar shouldn’t be used for that long. Now my mouth is fucking killing me.

“Stop laughing at me.” I pretend to pout.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so funny. You injured your tongue going down on me. Like, I’ve never heard of that before in my life.” With each beat of her hand against her leg, her laughter grows louder, until she's doubled over with tears streaming down her face. When I pop the ice onto my tongue, it’s an instant relief.

I watch her, and the sheer happiness on her face is unmistakable. It's so intense that it sends a sharp pang through my chest.

The moment her streaming eyes lock with mine, it's as if a puzzle piece finally finds its place, and everything suddenly makes sense.

I fucking love this woman.

Love.

There is nothing else it could be. Yet, this dark cloud sits over me, even now. That I’ll destroy her, too.

It’s the same story with anyone I let get close.

I can’t break this cycle. As I rub my hands on my jeans, a sudden tightness grips my throat, like I can’t breathe. My phone vibrating in my pocket is a welcomed distraction.

Nikolai’s name flashes up on the screen.

“I’m heading to your place. There’s been a hit at Enzo’s club.”

I crack my knuckles. This is exactly what I need. The best way to battle these feelings is to fight. “I’ll meet you out front.”

The line goes silent.

“Jax… Why do you sound odd?”

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