Page 55 of Reputation (Toronto Royals #1)

Three , she counted, waiting for another flash of lights.

Five. She stepped through torn strips of various materials. They brushed against her hyper-sensitized skin, sending goose bumps down her bare arms and legs.

Seven , another quick burst of flashing light. Her heart beat erratically at the intoxicating thrill of being chased.

Nine . She breathed.

As she was about to take her tenth step, an arm shot out of the dark, wrapping around her waist. A gasp burst from her lips at the sudden movement.

Before Eavie could make sense of what had happened, darkness engulfed her as a hot, hard body shoved her into a wall face-first. The space was pitch black, only small flashes changing it from black to dark blue.

Hands wrapped around her wrists, lifting them above her head and placing her palms flat against the wall. Her heart thundered against her ribcage as the smell of citrus and musk flooded her senses.

“ Mine ,” his voice growled into her ear.

Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled as his words sent a hot rush of fire burning through her veins.

God, why was that so fucking sexy?

Vaguely, she realized the dull flashing in the small space were the lights from the hallway, subdued by another heavy curtain.

Jax had pulled her into an alcove she hadn’t seen and was about to take her in the middle of a party teeming with people.

The danger surrounding the possibility of being caught added to the intense fervency of the moment.

The only sound that filled the space was the slow beat of the song and their heavy panting. Jax’s breath fanned her cheek in ragged puffs. The sensation of it—hot against one cheek and the cool of the wall against the other—sent her body into overdrive.

She was helpless against this man. But instead of scaring her like it should have, it thrilled her. Eavie could only wait as she ached, his promise from this morning rattling in her mind.

If I find you, I fuck you.

Just the thought sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

Slowly, Jax moved her hands closer together above her head until he could hold both in one of his large ones. He used his knee to shove her legs farther apart while his chest pressed into her, forcing her back to arch.

With his free hand, he moved it down and around to her chest. He squeezed and massaged first one breast, then the other, roughly tweaking her nipples into hard, aching points.

He continued his lazy journey down over her ribs, across the flat plane of her stomach and down between her spread thighs, where he cupped her through the Lycra material that was the only thing separating them.

He pressed the heel of his hand down on her clit as he swirled his finger around her entrance through the fabric.

She gasped, then moaned as she tilted her head back against his shoulder. Eavie was utterly at his mercy and completely needy for him.

He chuckled darkly in her ear at the desperate, breathy sounds emanating from her lips. She felt like she was in a dream—one completely unlike anything she had ever thought or experienced.

Eavie rocked her hips back against him as he applied pressure to her clit. She was rewarded with the feel of him throbbing against her ass cheeks.

Suddenly, his hand disappeared from between her legs. She whimpered at the loss, but a second later, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Eavie’s chest expanded as moisture flooded between her legs.

She felt Jax gather her skirt and lift it.

Cleverly, he used the longest bottom layer to hook the skirt over the wing on her shoulder.

When the fabric had been secured, his hand moved back down and squeezed her ass roughly before he hooked his finger into one side of her bottoms, where it stretched across her entrance, and pulled it aside.

“Are you ready, baby?” Jax asked huskily into her ear.

“Yes,” she half moaned, half breathed as her head tilted back again. God, yes, she was so ready.

He ran his finger through her slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.

” He stroked his finger up then down, spreading the wetness pooling from their game.

“Is this for me? Do you like this, baby?” he asked, his other hand tightening around her wrists.

She whimpered as an onslaught of lust rushed to her belly.

“I think you do like it,” he purred into her ear.

“I think you love it when I take that icy control from you.”

“I’ll never give you control,” she shot back, but her voice, rough and thick with pure need, betrayed her.

She couldn’t deny that she liked it. Hell, she loved it if she was willing to be honest. But she’d never given another man control before, never let him own her. With Jax, damn him, she couldn’t fight the desire.

“There’s my girl,” he whispered appreciatively as if he’d been waiting for that part of her to come out. “But we’ll see how much fight you have left when I’m done with you.” The words had barely left his sensual lips before he plunged two thick fingers into her dripping pussy.

“ Ah, fuck, ” she cried out, unable to stop the desperate sound.

He pumped into her a few times before withdrawing his fingers and teasing her entrance again.

He repeated the process—plunge in, pump, pull out—a half dozen times until his thumb stroked her clit with the last inward thrust, turning her into a shaking, moaning mess. She was going to come, and he knew it.

He laughed darkly in her ear. “Oh yeah, you’ll be begging to give me control when I’m done with you.”

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving her empty and panting, hands still shackled above her head, restraining her. She could do nothing but wait for him to make his next move, desperate, with the thrill of what she knew was coming heightening all her senses.

Behind her, she felt Jax’s hand brushing her lower back. Arching, she could feel him pumping his hand up and down his length, getting himself ready. When he leaned down to speak into her ear this time, his voice was so husky, his words were a growl.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he purred. She shifted on her heels, trying to open her legs wider for him. He hummed behind her at her immediate obedience. “Good girl.”

Oh, god . She felt wetness flood her entrance at his praise. She never would have thought she liked that, but this was the fourth time he’d said it to her and each time, her body sizzled with fresh desire.

Even though she was expecting it, Eavie was still unprepared for the invasion of his massive cock as he drove it into her in one swift thrust.

“Fuck,” she cried out, her fingers turning to claws against the wall, trying to ground herself against the onslaught of sensations. Every one of her senses was hyper-fixated on the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate him.

Jax gave her seconds to adjust before he moved, and when he did, he took her—he owned her.

He fucked her at a demanding pace. He gave her no quarter, and she asked for none.

Eavie pushed back against every thrust he gave her.

The powerful snap of his hips and the thick drive of his cock through her tight walls had her rushing toward climax in a matter of minutes.

He pushed inside her so deep that she danced the line between pleasure and pain.

The sweet ecstasy was too good to stop, and the power of him behind her, using her, had her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Jax grunted with each thrust, further adding to the overwhelming sensations rushing through her to pool deep in her belly.

His animalistic noises mixed with her cries of pleasure blended with the music until they created a harmony of passion so acute that all she could do was hang on—take everything he had to give her and ride the storm of primal need that pulsed between them.

“Jax,” she panted, the sound coming out no more than an aching whisper.

“Do you want to come?” His voice was thick, heavy as he breathed into her ear.

“Yes.”

“Beg me,” he demanded. She swallowed, gritting her teeth against the command.

Jax laughed darkly in her ear. “If you want to come, you are going to surrender to me. I’m going to show you that I control this body.

” He punctuated his words with hard, rough thrusts that had her rocking forward. “Beg me, baby.”

She sobbed out a moan as he pushed deep.

The hand that had been holding her hip snaked up the front of her body, over her chest to wrap around her throat.

He squeezed gently, and the feeling of being trapped by him—one hand shackling her wrists, the other around her throat—snapped the last of her strength and she surrendered.

“Please,” she breathed.

“Please, what?” he growled into her ear.

“Please, Jax. I want to come. Let me come.”

He hummed, the hand around her throat squeezing a little tighter. “Tell me I own this body. Tell me you’re mine.”

It was the heat of the moment, she told herself as the words came tumbling out. Just the thrill of it. “I’m yours.”

The second she surrendered completely, he slammed into her so hard that she screamed. Jax had to remove his hand from her throat to clasp it over her lips. “Come for me,” he growled into her ear. “Now.”

That was all it took for her to explode in a cataclysm of pure ecstasy. Waves radiated from her core, sending sparks shooting outward, limbs shaking. The force of it was so intense that she lifted onto her toes as she cried out, the noise muffled by his hand.

Beyond her screams as she clenched down hard on his cock, she heard him roar as he slammed his hips into hers one last time. He throbbed inside her, filling her with his cum they both rode the final waves of their orgasms.

When she had caught her breath and his hand fell away, she managed to breathe out, “Holy shit.”

Jax chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back. Lifting his head from where it had been resting in the crook of her neck, he placed a soft trail of kisses across her jaw. He released her wrists as he slid out, straightening her bottoms so they covered her again.

Turning her head, she looked back at him as he pulled her skirt back into place. “That was…” Eavie shook her head, turning around to face him. She didn’t know what that was, but it felt like she had just done something irreversible.

“I know,” Jax said, stepping close.

She stood on her tiptoes, looping her arms around his neck. “But that was so fucking hot,” she whispered against his lips.

He laughed again as she kissed him long and deep. Pulling away, he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Come on, Cinderella. Let’s get you a drink.” She nodded, still feeling dazed. “Do you want to leave first, and I’ll meet you at the bar?” Jax asked.

Right—they had to be careful about how they interacted. If they went together, people might notice. If he saw her there, they could just be chatting like coworkers.

“Yeah,” she said, unsure why the thought left her disappointed. “I should probably go clean up anyway.” She could feel the stickiness of his cum trickling out from between her legs.

Abruptly, Jax stepped toward her, backing her against the wall again.

“No,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Bracketing his arms on either side of her, he leaned his face close.

“I want you to spend the rest of this party with my cum dripping out of that tight, hot little pussy. It’s the only way I’m going to get through this night not being able to touch you.

” In the dim light, she couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but she could feel their intensity.

“For the rest of the night, I want you to remember who that pussy belongs to.”

She blinked as her mouth fell open. Before she could say anything, he crushed his lips to hers in a consuming, possessive kiss. It was the type of kiss that claimed, and that made her understand that she was his.

For tonight, at least, she reminded herself. Only for tonight .

The evil voice in the back of her mind cackled at the pathetic lie she was trying to tell herself.

Jax kissed her until she was breathless, and words or thoughts had vanished from her head.

Stepping back, he placed a hand on her lower back, gently pushing her out of the alcove. Half dazed, Eavie practically stumbled down the hallway.

She had never been with any man who spoke to her like that. Moreover, she would have said it wasn’t something she would ever have contemplated tolerating let alone enjoy. But with Jax—God help her—she fucking loved it.

Sliding her phone out, she texted Joyce.

Eavie:

I am so incredibly fucked.

Joyce:

Literally or figuratively?

She laughed.

Eavie:

Both