Chapter Twenty-Five
Jax
I’d tucked the gun in my waistband before leaving the living room, the weight of cold steel grounding me as fury and need warred in my chest.
This stubborn princess thought she could defy me, thought she could keep putting herself in danger while I watched helplessly from the sidelines.
Not fucking happening.
"Wrong answer, princess," I growled, advancing on her with predatory intent.
She backed against the wall with her chin high, honey eyes blazing with the kind of fire that made my cock throb and my temper snap like a live wire.
She was magnificent when she was pissed. All that fury and defiance wrapped up in slim curves and silky skin, fighting me even when her body was already surrendering. The contradiction drove me insane—this fierce little warrior who melted under my touch but refused to let me protect her .
I tore at her clothes, my hands shaking with the need to claim.
“No touching me,” I reminded her, swatting her hands away when she reached for my shirt. "Not when you're being a bad girl.”
Her eyes flashed, hunger and fury mingling, but I kept myself fully clothed, denying her the touch she craved. She wanted to trace my tattoos, feel my skin, but I was the one in control, and she was the one misbehaving.
I stripped her down with ruthless speed, dragging her naked body to the bed and throwing her down. My hand pinned her wrists above her head, my knee pressing between her thighs, spreading her wide.
The slick heat of her arousal soaked through my jeans immediately, the friction making her gasp and arch beneath me.
“Jax!” she hissed, bucking up against me, but not truly fighting me off.
Every desperate movement only ground her wet cunt harder against my thigh, soaking me through the expensive denim.
Her pussy was a work of art spread beneath me, swollen lips glistening with arousal, her clit a hard little pearl jutting out from its hood, begging for attention. The sight of her so wet, so ready despite her protests, made my cock throb against my zipper.
"Look at you, you needy brat," I chuckled, dark and low. “Protesting with your mouth but begging with your body. Your cunt's dripping all over my pants.”
Her clit was swollen and desperate, rubbing frantically against the coarse denim of my jeans with every grind of her hips. The wet patch on my jeans grew larger with each move, spreading dark across the fabric as her juices seeped through.
I pressed my knee harder against her core, feeling her clit throb against the rough material, watching her face contort with blissful pleasure.
She moaned high, unable to stop herself from grinding up against my thigh. Her hips rolled in desperate circles, seeking more pressure, more friction against her aching little clit .
"Feel that?" I crooned, taking the gun from my waistband and dragging the barrel along her inner thigh.
Goosebumps rose—cold steel against her heated flesh made her shiver, a soft whimper escaping her lips despite her defiance.
"This is power, princess. This is what keeps you safe when you're being stubborn.”
I traced the weapon higher, letting it barely graze her swollen clit. The metal was warming from her body heat, becoming slick with the arousal that coated her thighs.
Her hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more contact with the gun, but I pulled it away with a dark chuckle.
"Greedy little thing," I taunted, rubbing the barrel through her slick folds and coating it with her arousal. "You want more? You want me to fuck you with the gun that protects you?"
The weapon slid easily through her wetness, the ridged barrel catching on her sensitive flesh and making her gasp through the little nod she gave me. She was soaked—absolutely drenched with need.
I pressed it against her entrance, not penetrating but promising. Her back arched off the bed, seeking more pressure, more contact with the forbidden steel. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"Please," she whispered, her voice broken and desperate. The fight was bleeding out of her, replaced by raw need that matched my own.
"Please, what?" I demanded, my own voice strained. "Please fuck you with my gun? Please let you move in? You have to say it, princess. You have to admit what you want."
“Please touch me,” she whined, but that wasn’t the answer I wanted out of those pretty lips.
Without warning, I flipped her onto her hands and knees, admiring the perfect curve of her ass, the way her spine arched in submission even as her mind rebelled.
Her little ass was right there, so close I could see every detail, every perfect inch of her exposed to my hungry gaze.
“Fucking beautiful even when you’re misbehaving.” The tight ring of muscle was glistening with her arousal, begging for my attention. The way she was positioned, completely vulnerable and open to me, made my cock ache.
I gathered more of her wetness on the gun's barrel, coating it thoroughly with her slick before trailing it back, between the perfect little cheeks of her ass. She tensed when the metal pressed against her tight hole, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
"Oh god," she whimpered as I circled the puckered entrance with deliberate slowness. The gun was warm now from her body heat, slick with her juices.
"This is mine too," I growled, pressing the barrel gently against her forbidden entrance. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Your mouth, your pussy, this tight little ass—all mine to claim, to protect .”
Her body shuddered beneath me, caught between fury for my words and arousal for my actions. I could see her hands fisting in the sheets as she fought not to push back against the intrusion. Her pussy was still dripping, arousal running down her thighs.
She moaned as I increased the pressure slightly, not penetrating but letting her feel the promise of complete possession. Her breathing became ragged, desperate little pants that told me everything I needed to know.
"You're going to move in with me," I said, thick with need and absolute determination. "You're going to stop putting yourself in danger. And you're going to learn that when I say something, you fucking listen."
She shook her head, honey hair whipping across her face as she glared back at me with blazing eyes. "No."
My blood turned alit.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back. Her honey eyes were glazed with lust, but there was still that stubborn defiance burning in their depths. Even now, even when she was spread out beneath me like an offering, she wouldn't completely surrender.
"Open your mouth," I commanded, raising the gun to her lips. The cold metal felt natural in my grip, an extension of my will to claim every part of her.
She shut her mouth, shaking her head. Stubborn little brat.
"No?" I laughed darkly, releasing her hair to grab her chin with force. My fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "I wasn't asking, princess."
I shoved the gun between her parted lips, the barrel sliding over her tongue and filling her mouth with cold steel. Her eyes went wide with shock and arousal, tears gathering at the corners as she struggled to breathe around the intrusion.
"That's better," I growled, my free hand moving to grip her hip. "Good girls do what they're told.”
I freed my cock from my jeans, the thick length springing free and slapping against her wet pussy. She jerked at the contact, a muffled whimper escaping around the gun.
I yanked a condom out of my pocket and slipped it on, holding her hip firmly. I pressed my cock against her folds, then drove into her with one savage thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
The sensation—her tight walls gripping me, so hot and perfect that I had to bite back a groan. This wasn't the gentle claiming from last night. This was raw, primal dominance, and she was taking every inch of me like she was made for it.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips snapping against hers with brutal force. "You feel so good even when you’re all defiant. So tight around my cock."
I held the gun in her mouth, silencing her as I set a punishing rhythm, pounding deep with relentless intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and desperate. Her body jolted with each thrust, small breasts swaying beneath her.
But I didn't touch her clit. That privilege had to be earned.
Instead, I let my thumb trace the tight ring of her ass, pressing against the puckered entrance with just enough pressure to make her gasp around the gun.
"You want to come, don't you?" I taunted, my thumb circling her rear hole with deliberate slowness. "Want me to touch that pretty little clit until you scream?"
She tried to nod, tried to make some sound of agreement, but the gun muffled everything. All I could hear were desperate whimpers and the wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Such a fucking princess,” I growled, delivering a light slap to her asscheek. “Won’t accept protection but will take my big cock like it’s your right.”
I pressed my thumb harder against her ass, pushing in, and she shuddered beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my cock, so tight I could barely move, and I knew she was close despite my refusal to touch her clit.
That's when I saw them—tears trickling down her cheeks, catching the dim light as they fell. My heart didn't just stop, it fucking shattered. Every piece of ice in my veins turned to ice, panic clawing at my throat.
I froze mid-thrust, my hands immediately gentling on her body as if she were made of glass. "Estelle," I breathed, my voice cracking with terror. "Fuck, princess, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
I pulled the gun from her mouth and tossed it aside like it had burned me, my hands shaking as I gathered her trembling body against my chest. The sight of those tears—I'd rather take a bullet than see her cry because of me. I had no idea she wanted to stay here that much.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," I whispered desperately, pressing frantic kisses to her neck, her shoulder, anywhere I could reach. "I'm such a fucking monster. I'm sorry, princess, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry. Please."
My voice broke on the last word. The thought that I'd pushed her too far, that I'd broken something precious and irreplaceable, made me want to tear my own heart out.
Then she started laughing.
It started as a soft giggle, then grew into full-blown laughter that shook her entire naked body. She turned in my arms, cradled like a baby, honey eyes sparkling with mischief and something darker, more wicked.
"Will you let me come then?" she asked, voice sweet and innocent despite the devilish gleam in her eyes.
The relief that flooded through me was so intense it made my brain stop. She wasn't hurt. She wasn't broken. She was playing me, the little minx, and I'd fallen for it completely.
"You’re a fucking brat," I growled, but there was pure adoration and relief in my voice. I couldn’t find it in me to be angry. "Those were tears of pleasure.”
Her smile was pure bratty sin. "Maybe. I just needed to come so badly it hurt."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack," I breathed, my hands tightening on her waist. "I thought I'd hurt you. I thought?—"
She shook her head. “The only thing hurting is how empty I feel without you inside me," she whispered, pressing closer. "Please, Jax. I need you. I need to come. I'll do anything.”
She took the opportunity the slide her hands beneath my shirt, fingers catching my nipples, making my breath hitch and cock twitch.
But first, I needed something from her.
“My little liar needs to come?” I asked, positioning her back on her hands and knees, ignoring her reaching hands for my chest. My cock slid back into her cunt with delicious ease.
She nodded eagerly, moaning as she spoke. "Please, just let me come. I'm begging you."
"Then move in with me," I grunted, my voice thick with need and hope. "Say you'll move in with me and Leo. Say you'll let me protect you both."
“Okay,” she gasped without hesitation, pushing her ass back against me desperately. "Yes, I'll move in with you. I'll do whatever you want. Just please?—"
"Please, what?" I demanded, my hand finally, finally, finding her swollen clit.
"Please make me come," she sobbed, her body trembling with need. "Please, Jax. I need you."
The moment my fingers made contact with her sensitive nub, giving it a few deep rubs, she screamed, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"That's it," I groaned, feeling my own control snap. "Come for me, princess. Come for the man who's going to take care of you forever."
Her orgasm triggered my own, and I spilled into the condom with a roar of satisfaction, my body shuddering as I claimed her completely.
We collapsed together, both breathing hard, our bodies still trembling with aftershocks. I pulled her against my chest, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-damp hair.
She was finally ready to be claimed completely. And I was never letting her go.