26. A Woman Scorned #2
Deja’s nostrils flared. “Don’t fucking patronize me!” She lunged at Jax, hitting him with her whole body. Deja was livid. Every muscle in her body was on fire. Every neuron going off at once. Her endorphins were at a peak, and her adrenaline was pumping like never before.
She fell back on the ground after an unsuccessful attempt to bring him to his knees. The man was a goliath made of brick and stone. It was like trying to fight Colossus. “Why the hell are you so damn big?!” she growled.
Jax wiped a bit of blood from his brow before he looked at her with a curious smile. “...you’ve never complained about my size before…”
Deja spontaneously cackled, and she couldn’t tell if she was appalled, irate, or genuinely amused. It didn’t matter, as she was already grabbing a book before she smacked him in the head with it.
Taking advantage of his disorientation, she mounted Jax and wrapped her hands around his throat. Her lips curled into a snarl as she tried to choke him. Her muscles bulged, and her veins strained.
But Jax merely looked up at her with a confused frown and concern in his deep blue eyes. “I hate seeing you like this, baby… But if it makes you feel better…”
Deja looked at him in disbelief. She had squeezed with all of her strength, and this monstrosity of a human was barely fazed.
Scrambling off of him, she searched her surroundings for something that could cause more damage than her body. She reached for a pan on the stove.
Jax stood to his feet and glanced from his enraged woman to the pan in her hands, and he couldn’t help but smile. “...really now?”
“You think you’re so untouchable, Jax Donovan ,” she sneered mockingly. “But I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked you up.”
Jax bit back his aroused groan and eyed her hungrily. She may have been angry… but he was enjoying her. “Well then, come on, baby. Show Daddy what you’ve got…”
Grabbing a cup, she threw it at him to distract him before she tried to smash him in the face with the pan. But he maneuvered in a way that she only got his arm before he ripped the pan out of her grip, tossing it to the floor.
Deja jumped on Jax’s back again. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she violently pulled his hair. “Oh fuck…” Jax exhaled as he grabbed her thighs. He rocked her into the wall as her back hit the wood.
Deja tried to hold on as Jax smashed her into the wall. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she bit down on his ear until she could taste blood.
“Fucking hell, Deja!” Jax growled.
“And you thought I couldn’t make you bleed,” Deja sneered into his ear.
Jax reached back, grabbing Deja by her hair, but she wouldn’t budge. In his attempt to pull her off, he tripped over the items she had thrown and fell into the glass table, shattering it into pieces.
Crawling off of Jax, Deja rolled him onto his back. She saw he was bleeding from the broken glass, his sweater completely torn from their tussle. His hair was as crazy as hers, and the bruises on his arms were swelling.
Deja grabbed a piece of broken glass and held it to his neck. But the look in his eyes as he gazed up at her was not of anger, pain, or sadness. But of love, pride, and intense arousal.
“My god, baby…” Jax said in awe of her, gently caressing her cheek. “I’m so fucking proud of you…”
Deja exhaled in disbelief. She was ready to slice his throat. Yet, he looked at her like it was the first time he was seeing her. “What is wrong with you?!” she snapped. “Why are you smiling?!”
Jax chuckled. “Because I’m in love… with the most breathtaking woman. It feels like a dream.”
Deja shook her head angrily. “I fucking hate you, Jax. Don’t you get it?”
Jax smiled tenderly. “...and I love you with all my heart…”
Deja was finding it hard to breathe. “You… you’re pure evil.”
“And you’re magnificent.”
Deja breathed heavily as tears brimmed in her eyes. “You’ve made my life a living hell.”
Smiling sadly, Jax wiped a tear from her face. “I’m sorry, love… That was never my intent. But my life is hell when you’re not in it…”
Deja’s nostrils flared as her tears fell on Jax’s face. “I want you to let me go.”
“I would rather die,” he said reflexively. “But then… it seems not even death can keep me from you…”
Deja was at a loss for words. She felt trapped. Trapped in the mind games of a man who had turned her world upside down. Her body burned for him. Her mind hated him. Her heart yearned for him. She felt sick. Every part of herself was at odds with the others.
Jax’s hands moved beneath her dress and grabbed her thighs as he held her gaze. “Tell me again,” he said, grabbing her ass. “Tell me you hate me.”
Deja sharply inhaled as his hands slipped beneath her panties to grab her bare ass. “I… I hate you…”
Her breathing shortened as she felt his erection throb beneath her, and he started to control her hips. “Again, baby…” he said breathlessly, his eyes on her. “Say it again.”
“I hate- Ah! I hate you!”
She was soaked.
And it angered her something fierce. That he could pull this out of her. That he could have this much control over her. That he could incite her to kill him one second and have her wishing he’d fuck her the next.
Jax bucked his hips until she fell forward on his chest. She stared into his eyes as he effortlessly tore her panties from her body. “...how much do you hate me…” he said, looking at her lips.
Deja wanted to bite him. To fuck him. To kill him. She bit down on his bottom lip as hard as she could until she could taste his blood. “I hate you so fucking much…”
She cried out as Jax entangled his fingers in her hair and violently yanked her head back. “Well, fuck you too, Deja Louis,” he grinned before his mouth devoured hers.
She hated how quickly she opened for him.
How fast her tongue sought his as they fought for dominance.
A desperate moan fell from her lips as she felt his erection through his pants pulsate against her bare pussy.
His hands controlled her hips as he pushed himself against her, making sure she felt every inch of him.
“...I can feel you through my pants…”
Deja heard him chuckle and pulled back to see that irksome grin on his face.
“You wanna be fucked so badly, don’t you…?” he asked, licking his bottom lip as he stared at her mouth. “...admit it…”
Deja sneered. “Go fuck yourself.”
Jax raised his hand, stopping the fork Deja attempted to stab him with. It barely punctured his hand before Jax ripped out of her grip and tossed it to the side just as Deja scrambled off of him.
“You’re a bad fucking girl, Deja Louis,” he said, grabbing the back of her dress to keep her from escaping. The dress tore as Deja nearly fell forward before Jax grabbed her shoulder to pull her up.
She violently slapped his arm, chest, and face, clawing at his skin until she drew blood, before his hand wrapped around her throat. Deja gasped as Jax slammed her back against the wall before she burst into laughter.
Jax looked at her curiously. She seemed to be enjoying this. “What’s so funny, Deja?”
Teasingly biting her lip, she looked at him mockingly. “You, Mr. Donovan. You’re such a pussy.”
Jax grinned. “...am I?”
“Mhm,” Deja snickered as she felt his other hand slide between her thighs. She bit her lip as his fingers grazed her labia, and her body trembled with anticipation to be touched.
Jax grinned amusedly. “I can read you like a book, Deja…”
“Shut up. No, you ca-aaahhhh! God!- Oh god,” she whimpered as his fingers slid inside of her. Licking his lips, Jax leaned towards her, brushing his lips against her cheek. He felt her writhe between him and the wall as he fingered her.
“...Beg… Beg me to fuck you…” he whispered.
Deja chuckled before slamming her forehead against his. “Fuck!” she blurted in pain as Jax roared with laughter.
Shaking his head, he yanked her forward and violently slapped her bare ass until she yelped. “Brat,” he grinned before slamming his lips into hers. Grabbing her thighs, Jax further tore her dress as he lifted her onto his waist.
Deja groaned as his erection rubbed aggressively against her pussy. “Beg,” he ordered again.
Deja slapped him in the face and burst into laughter before he abruptly grabbed her by the throat and pulled her in for another impassioned kiss. She squealed into his mouth as he slapped her ass again, much harder than the last time.
“...beg,” he demanded, biting down on her lip.
Deja grabbed his muscular shoulders and pushed him back. “Jax, baby… I’m not begging for shit. If you want it… you’re just gonna have to take it…”
Jax caught her taunting smirk. Grabbing her thighs, he slammed her back against the wall. Deja shouted as Jax penetrated her so hard, fast, and deep that all the oxygen left her lungs. Lifting her hands above her head and pinning them to the wall, Jax buried his face into her neck.
“...you want me to take it… I’ll fucking take it then …”
Deja’s body cried out as Jax devoured her like a starved predator. With her back thrown against the wall that he mercilessly fucked her against, Deja felt deliciously vulnerable to his erotic onslaught.
She fought to escape his grip before her arms fell over his shoulders. Her nails dragged down his back, and her teeth sank into his flesh as every muscle in her body tensed, losing the battle in this orgasmic war.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Jax!” she cried out, trying to catch her breath.
But Jax was unforgiving as he peeled her off the wall to slap her ass again, making her entire body vibrate with pain and pleasure.
Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling with enraged desire and violent desperation as she already felt her body exploding with a wave of orgasms.
She could feel herself dripping down her leg as Jax lay her back on the couch and hooked her leg over his shoulder. No moment of reprieve to recover from her last orgasm before he was fucking her into the sofa.