Burning Bridges

The air in Jax’s apartment felt electric that night. I had just come back from dropping the kids off after my first unsupervised visit. Their hugs still lingered on my skin, but so did Jimmy’s cold stare when he picked them up. I was a mess emotionally wrecked, guilty, and desperately craving the one man who could make me forget everything. Jax was waiting. The moment I closed the door, he was on me. No words. No gentleness. He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, kissing me like he wanted to devour my soul. His tongue invaded my mouth as his free hand shoved up my dress and ripped my panties aside. “You’re late,” he growled against my lips, two thick fingers plunging deep into my already soaked p***y. “I’ve been hard for hours thinking about this married cunt.”