Page 74 of Eternal Sacrifice
“Justice will be so pissed I broke his toy first,” Jax said, bringing up the familiar name again. “But you are simply too sweet to resist.”
He touched his lips to my neck, kissing me quickly before releasing his hold.
I took a step forward before turning, trembling, to face him.
His hand was on the buckle of his belt, flicking it free with one hand before pulling it free with one clean sweep.
Fuck. Me.
The boys on campus certainly didn’t have a fraction of the sure confidence that bled from Jax. He stared at me.
“Put your hands out.”
I obeyed instantly, pressing my wrists together as I held my hands in closed fists away from my body. He slipped the black leather belt over my hands and tightened it until I couldn’t slip free. A long tail hung off the end, and he grabbed it and jerked.
He yanked me forward into his hold, then his lips crashed down on mine. My eyes fluttered closed while my lips parted for him. He tasted like danger.
“Fuck, you even taste sweet,” he said, pushing me away. “Justice is going to be so fucking pissed.”
He crashed into me again, our lips and tongues greeting one another as if they had missed each other in the short absence. The heat started to pool inside me, making its way through every nerve, only to settle between my thighs. No one had ever turned me on this much.
He ripped free from the kiss, grabbed the belt tail, and led me toward the door.
“Where are we going?” Nervous flutters replaced the heat, but he pulled steadily, giving me no choice but to follow.
“Someplace less private.”
My stomach seemed to flop, but my traitorous body flooded with more heat at his words.
Jax opened the door and pulled me into a hallway. It looked like we were inside an old hotel, only there weren’t numbers on the identical doors. He led, clearly knowing his way around. He brought me to a door that looked the same as the others, only the room inside was pitch black.
He led me inside, and I saw why everything was so dark. The walls were painted black from floor to ceiling, and even that was painted. A bed with black sheets and pillows sat in the center of the room. He pulled me into place using the belt, making me stand with my back to it.
“Stay,” he said before dropping the leather strap.
The belt remained tight around my wrists, and I stood in place while he took a step back.
“Kick your shoes off.”
I used the heel of one sneaker to get the first off before slipping the other free.
Jax brought a finger to his lips as he watched me, smiling around the tip as I also managed to get my socks off.
“So eager,” he hummed.
I liked the way his words felt like reverent praise. I moved my bound hands toward my leggings, knowing that if I could get them to fall, I could get them off as well.
“Stop.”
My hands froze in place, and I looked up to find him towering over me.
“I’ll unwrap from here.” He pushed a hand against my chest, and I fell backward onto the bed. His fingers hooked into the waist of my pants and underwear, taking them both off in one smooth motion like he had with his belt.
The pool of heat between my thighs became a flow of lava, and I was left exposed to his burning gaze. I moved my thighs toward each other, but his large, tattooed hands came up to spread them again. A smile crept across his lips, and a moment later, he ducked down and moved his tongue to taste my arousal.
I moaned, letting my head fall back against the mattress. His hands forced my legs to remain where he wanted them, while his tongue explored wherever it pleased. I felt him plunge inside of me, twirling the tip as I searched for every spot no one else had managed to find.
My head snapped up as I felt something rubbing circles around my clit and saw his eyes looking up at me, his tongue plunging into me while his thumb and pointer finger rolled my clit between them. I had to allow my head to fall back, and I squeezed my eyes shut. It was too much to see the wicked look of excitement in his eyes.
