Page 52 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Jolt," she gasps as I push her skirt up around her waist. "We shouldn't?—"

I silence her with another searing kiss, positioning myself at her entrance.

"Tell me to stop," I challenge her.

She doesn't.

Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.

I slide into her in one swift movement, both of us groaning at the sensation.

I set a punishing pace, driven by days of pent-up desire and frustration.

Aggie matches me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Ye feel so good," she moans, her accent thicker than ever. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping.

I drive into her harder, faster, chasing the orgasms I know will come.

When I feel her start to tighten around me, I slip a hand between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles.

Aggie comes with a cry, her body shuddering against mine.

The feeling of her pulsing around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into bliss, spilling deep inside her.

As we both come down from our high, I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "You're mine whether you want to be or not, Ghost."

I pull out of her, my heart pounding like a jackhammer against my ribs.

The bathroom suddenly feels too small, too hot.

I tuck myself back into my jeans, hands shaking slightly as I zip up.

Aggie's still perched on the sink, her chest heaving, hair a mess from where I gripped it.

For a split second, I'm tempted to kiss her again, to claim her mouth the way I just claimed her body.

Instead, I turn and walk out, leaving her there without another word.

The club's noise hits me like a physical force as I emerge from the bathroom.

The thumping bass matches the frantic rhythm of my pulse.

I make my way back to my seat, threading through the crowd of half-naked bodies and drunken bikers.

I drop into my chair, running a hand through my hair.

Fuck.

What did I just do?

A waitress appears at my elbow, notepad in hand. "Can I get you another drink?" she asks, having to raise her voice over the music.

I nod, not trusting my voice just yet. Then I clear my throat. "Two doubles. Jameson," I manage to say.

She tilts her head, confusion evident on her face. "Two?"

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