Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(41)
Suddenly, the dinner I fixed, the house I cleaned, and even the silly little miniature Christmas tree I put up seem stupid. So stupid I can’t breathe. “Explain yourself Bree,” he growls like he’s talking to a four-year-old who has been caught writing on the wall with her crayons.
“Explain myself?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Go fuck yourself, Jax,” I tell him, finally having had enough. I’ve taken enough crap in my life. I made a promise that I’d never do it again and I won’t—not even from Jax.
“What did you say to me?”
“You heard me. I’m out of here,” I huff, walking towards the door. I thought I’d be home free once I passed him, but he grabs me around the waist and hauls me back to him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, and I just want to slap the hell out of him. I try, and I almost connect before he grabs my hands, gathering them in one of his. He uses his hold on me to force me backwards. My legs hit the couch and he literally pushes me down on it, stretching out over top of me, and trapping me beneath him with my arms pinned above my head. I twist and turn, trying to get away, but it doesn’t work. He moves his leg to push against mine, putting his in between both of mine. I try one last time to push away from him, but I can’t move. “What did you say to me, baby?”
“I said go fuck yourself, asshole,” I grumble, breathless from trying to get free.
“Little girls shouldn’t use that language,” he says angering me more.
I lose my cool. “I hate you.”
“Good,” he growls and then his lips crash hard against mine in a fiery passion.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jax
This woman is driving me crazy. When I saw her with that kid, I wanted to wring her neck. Then I realized he dared to put his hands on her, snapping his neck was a near thing. Hell, I still might for putting marks on her skin. The only thing that kept me from it right now was Bree. I needed her back under my roof, locked up, protected, away from everyone else. My dick was hard as a fucking rock, my control snapped when she told me to go fuck myself. The woman is killing me and tying me up in so many fucking knots, I’m never going to undo them. My tongue is plunging into her mouth, demanding she surrender, but she doesn’t. She’s trying to pull away from me. Fighting me. My hand clamps on the back of her neck, refusing to let her move her head. In retaliation, she attempts to kick me. I push her up against the back of the couch and wedge my leg between hers, bearing my weight down on her so she is basically my prisoner.
“You’re such an asshole,” she mumbles against my lips. Her hands are pushing against my chest, but I’m not about to move. I love that she’s putting up a fight, but I won’t admit that to her.
“I gave you an order,” I remind her. “You disobeyed and it’s time you pay the piper, baby.”
“I’m not property or a dog, Jax. You can’t order me around.”
“That’s where you’re wrong sweet Bree. You let me touch you. I liked it baby. I liked it so much that I’m keeping you,” I promise her.
“Jax,” she gasps, and I can feel her pulse beating to death under my hand, rapidly and so hard it jumps under my touch.
“You’re my property Bree and you’re going to give me everything I want.” My words are firm, directly to the point.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“But…” she hedges, dancing around the words.
“And you’re going to give your body to me aren’t you, Bree?” I narrow my eyes on her, demanding she bends to submission.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to...until I graduated.”
“Didn’t want to what? Say it Bree. Give me the words.”
“Didn’t want to…”
“Say it. Let me hear the words from those lips that took my cock. Say it.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t fuck me?” she whispers, her face filling with color.
“I said entirely too much, and I think you need to know who you belong to. Fuck it, you’re legal, and I’m sinking inside of you so deep you will be able to taste me in the back of that pretty little throat of yours.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Bree
I bite my lip hard. So hard, I can taste the coppery tang of blood seep into my mouth. It’s either bite or beg him to fuck me now. It’s hard to breathe. Each breath is painful because it takes so much effort. I’m completely enthralled in Jax. He’s holding me so tight I can’t move. That should infuriate me further. Yet, looking into his brown eyes, which seem even darker than normal, everything fades except desire…want…need.