Page 17 of Roots of the Wicked

Chapter Nine

Chase

My mind was plagued with disturbing thoughts as I paced outside the ladies’ room, until Jax exited. Her breath caught when I pulled her by the waist to stop her from moving past me.

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes, please?”

I had never been crazy over a woman, and had no rights to Jax, but she drove me insane, making me borderline stalkerish. Without giving her a chance to answer, I forced her in the opposite direction.

“If you don’t take your damn hands off of me, you’re going to end up with a size 8 heel print in your face.” The deep scowl on her face made it evident that I was crossing a line. Despite her threat, I kept nudging her back in the direction of the ladies’ room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She questioned me in a harsh whisper, not wanting to make a scene.

She demanded an answer, but I didn’t give her one. She resisted very little when I continued nudging her back.

After turning the knob, I kicked the door open with the toe of my shoe. My hand tightened around Jax’s wrist, before I spun her and placed the other on her back to give her a gentle shove.

Turning back to the door, I locked us in and checked the three large stalls to confirm we were alone. This was what she had done to me. One touch, a few heated encounters, and I felt like a ravenous beast, finally set free to feed the animalistic hunger coursing through my veins.

“You better have a fucking good explanation for this little scene of yours.” Jax shot daggers at me. She stood near the sinks with her arms folded across her heaving chest, her perfect tits bobbing with each breath.

“We need to talk,” I told her as I made my approach.

“You’re fucking right we need to talk. What the hell are you doing? You’ve obviously allowed your confidence to overshadow your good sense Chase. I already told you, I’m not going to be one of your women. Your bed wench, or whatever you rich white men like to label women you have a fleeting interest in. I damn sure don’t intend to be the one you can’t introduce because you can’t remember my name. So, whatever your brain is cooking up, you need to make damn sure it doesn’t involve me.”

Preventing her from making her escape, I gripped her arm, spun her around to face me and then pinned her against the door. Her breath hitched with how quick I moved before her sharp gaze raced up to meet mine. She was clearly not accustomed to being manhandled.

“Jax, you know as well as I do that confidence is the only thing that keeps this world from eating us alive. Besides, my ego is not so big that I need to be in control of everything.”

A storm brewed in her narrowed eyes. “This shit you’re pulling right now sure as hell appears to be ego driven.”

Planting my hands to either side of her head on the door, I caged her in.

Her ferocious gaze should have intimidated me, but my need for Jax had been set ablaze by my uncontrolled desires.

Unable to stop myself, I explored her body, my hands so anxious, they shook.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Her question rushed out on a harsh whisper. Her aggressive tone softened and almost immediately, a persistent need hung heavy in her eyes. Her tongue slid over her lips as her tight grip on the tail of my suit pulled me in closer. Like in the elevator, she was just as turned on as I was.

I leaned into her, one hand sliding aggressively along the contours of her exquisite body while the other circled her waist. “I fucking told you…”

My lips possessed hers before she fired off another threatening word, and the beast she’d helped to create, broke free. I didn’t know what to expect with her lip-piercing, but the feel of it was slight until my tongue slid across it. The tap of hardness sneaking into the mix heightened my lust, adding an extra spark to our kiss. The sensation enticed me to devour her mouth as fervently as she devoured mine.

There was no more holding back, I kissed her with the rough passion I had been dying to unleash. My eagerness was overpowered by hers when she gripped my tie and tugged hard, bending me to her to take control of the kiss I initiated.

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Jax

I’ll be damned if Chase’s rough kiss didn’t turn me into a searing blaze of lust and provoked an unrelenting need so strong, it thrummed through me, vibrating my insides. I returned his kiss with a force of passion I didn’t know I possessed.

At first, my head was a mess of warring thoughts about going too far with Chase. However, he’d gone and gotten me all worked up, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop at a searing kiss.

Before I grasped what was happening, Chase had hoisted me atop the bathroom counter. Pinned between my legs, he caressed my tits and eagerly massaged my nipples that boldly tightened for him. He was unaware of my piercing, or that every time his hand moved against my nipple, chilling vibrations soared throughout my body. When he realized that my right nipple was pierced, it drew a groan from deep in his throat that mingled with the erratic gasps I released. His heated words were whispered against my lips. “Hot. You’re smoking fucking hot. I want to fuck you so bad.”

The heat he was giving off had made me snap, sending my mind back into war. I pushed him, sending him back a few paces as I sat in place, my chest heaving. Fuck, I wanted him and he knew it too. Both control freaks, we were warring for power, and I had no idea who would win. I called him back to me with the flick of my finger and he came, eager and ready.

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