26. A Woman Scorned #3
Every muscle, every vein in Jax’s body tensed with ferocious need and unfettered erotic desire. It took everything in him to restrain himself. His hunger was so intense and overwhelming, he feared he might actually break her.
His eyes scanned over her breasts hanging from her torn dress as he admired the beautiful weblike design of the light-colored stretch marks that painted her dark brown skin.
His eyes landed on her pussy, messy with the mixture of her arousal and his semen.
He watched as his thick, veiny dick slid in and out of her, creating even more of a mess.
He was starving.
Deja’s back arched as Jax’s fingers slid between her labia to torture her clit. She instinctively grabbed her breasts as her body writhed beneath his. Jax watched her with a lulled gaze before he descended upon her, taking her swollen nipple into his mouth.
“Jax, please!” she cried out.
With raised brows, Jax lifted his head and smiled at her. “Finally… she begs…” Deja gagged as Jax grabbed her by the throat again. “...but say it right…”
Deja glared at him in defeat. “...please, Daddy…”
“... fuck… me… ” Jax corrected.
“...please, Daddy… fuck me…”
Jax grinned. “...that’s my good girl…”
Deja would later yell at herself for folding so quickly. Right now, she needed him to destroy her.
At some point, Deja was in tears. She figured she had to be a masochist because she enjoyed being tossed around and fucked into every piece of furniture.
She sucked Jax’s thumb between her lips as he took her against the counter.
Her breasts painfully pressed against the tabletop with her legs spread and her torn dress flipped over her back.
She could barely hold herself up as Jax tore her insides up from behind.
She heaved with exhaustion, her face plastered against the counter, unable to fend off his adventurous fingers torturing her pussy once again. Several dishes flung from the counter as she cried out, another orgasm flooding her senses and sending her into orbit.
Sitting on the couch, her torn dress hanging from her shoulders, Deja watched Jax make two cups of tea before he walked over the mess and handed her a cup.
“Thank you,” she said, blowing before taking a sip. She looked at his torn sweater and burst into laughter.
“What?” he smiled.
“You look like you lost a fight with a lawnmower,” she cackled.
Jax grinned. “I’m so glad you’re amused.”
Light music from the radio in the kitchen played. Deja looked around the cabin. “We destroyed this place,” she said.
“...we did.”
“But it was… I dunno… kinda fun…”
Jax looked at her and smiled. Setting his tea down, he stood to his feet and held out his hand. She looked up at him, confused. “...what?”
“Dance with me,” he said. “Like on our first date.”
Deja snorted. “Jax, there’s glass everywhere.”
“So stand on my feet,” he said, grabbing her hand. Jax effortlessly pulled her from the couch and directed her toes on top of his.
Deja looked down at her feet on top of his shoes as she felt his protective hand slide around her waist. She looked up at him as he took her other hand in his and slowly started to dance to the music.
“So… trying to kill me is what you consider… fun,” Jax mused.
“Honestly, it should be an Olympic sport. I think I’d win,” she teased.
“And who would be your competitors?” Jax asked with a raised brow.
“Obviously, Keith and Caleb and Ian-”
“I don’t think they’d stand a chance against your fork-stabbing skills,” Jax grinned.
“I know, right?! I feel like with practice I could get good at it,” she laughed.
“I’m sure you could,” Jax hummed, pressing his lips against hers.
Deja melted into his kiss as her arms tightened around him. She pulled him close before she abruptly pulled back away from him. “Honestly, I’d probably just throw a bus at you,” she said randomly.
“Throw a bus?” Jax said, confused. “Like… driving it or-”
“No, I mean if I had superpowers. I would literally just… throw a bus at you because you piss me off… so badly .”
Jax tried not to laugh. “Oh, okay, well that makes sense. But um, question. Exactly where do these superpowers come from?”
“Jax, stop trying to ruin my fantasy of throwing a bus at you!” Deja groaned.
“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” Jax grinned as Deja laughed before his lips were on hers again.
As Deja danced on his feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his bright blue eyes. Jax gently ran his fingers along her arms, only looking away to kiss the inside of her wrist ever-so-gently.
“So tell me… do you still hate me?” he asked.
Deja snorted with a smile. “...of course I do, Jax Donovan…”
Jax hummed with a smile as he pressed his lips against hers, eager to fulfill an insatiable hunger.
“If you keep moving her like that, Keith. She’s going to vomit.”
Keith cackled. “She already vomited on Ian like three times.”
“...four…” Ian muttered.
“Stop. Keith, she’s not a toy. Just- Give her to me, you irresponsible child,” Caleb snapped.
Ian opened the cabin door before his eyes widened in shock. “What in the devil happened here?!” Ian asked, taking in the destroyed cabin.
Keith looked at a groggy, half-naked Deja and Jax cuddled up in a nest of pillows and blankets at the corner of the ruined room. “Did you guys fuck each other… or beat the shit out of each other?” Keith asked.
Caleb looked from the bloodstains on Jax’s arms to Deja’s torn dress. “Gonna go with… both…”