Dangerous Loyalties

The tension in the apartment was thick enough to choke on. Jax had just come back from “handling things,” and I could tell from the darkness in his eyes that whatever he did wasn’t clean. I didn’t ask. I was too scared to know the truth. Instead, I did what I had become good at I let him use my body to forget. He pushed me against the kitchen counter the moment he walked in, yanking my dress up and pulling my panties aside. No foreplay. No words. He thrust into me hard, burying his thick c**k to the hilt in one savage stroke. “f**k!” I gasped, gripping the edge of the counter. Jax f****d me like he was angry at the world deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce and my moans fill the apartment. His hand came around to rub my c**t roughly while he pounded me. “You’re mine,”