Page 109 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

"You liked that." Not a question. His voice carries absolute certainty now. "Being mine. You squeezed my cock so hard when I said it."

No. Don't react. Don't let him see—

"Didn't—"

"Liar." He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. The position makes me completely helpless, and arousal floods through me. "You want to be mine. Want me to fuck you like you belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone—"

"You do though." His free hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit. "Been mine since that first night. Just too stubborn to admit it."

He circles my clit with exactly the right pressure while continuing to fuck me deep and hard. Sweat drips from his chest onto mine, our bodies sliding against each other, the room filling with the smell of sex and sweat.

Count. Count to eight. Maintain some control.

One—his cock hits deep. Two—his thumb presses harder. Three—I'm moaning. Four—my legs wrap around him without permission. Five—

"Stop counting." His voice cuts through my mental process like a blade. "I can see you doing it. Stop counting and just feel."

How does he know? How does he always know?

"I can't—"

"You can." He releases my wrists to grab my face, forcing eye contact. His pupils are blown black, face flushed with exertion and need. "Look at me while you fall apart. Let me see you lose control."

"Jax—" His name breaks in my mouth as the orgasm crashes through me without warning. No counting. No control. Just wave after wave of pleasure that makes me scream.

"That's it. Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." He doesn't stop moving, fucking me through it, drawing it out. "Again."

"I can't—"

"You can." He hooks my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half. The position lets him go impossibly deep, hitting spots that scramble every nerve ending. "You're going to come again, and this time you're going to beg for it."

"I don't beg—"

"You will." His thumb returns to my clit, rubbing tight circles while he pounds into me. The sounds filling the room are obscene now. "You're already close. I can feel it."

He's right. The second orgasm is building already, faster and harder than the first.

Don't beg. Don't give him—

"What do you need?" He slows his thrusts almost to a stop, keeping me on the precipice.. His thumb stills against my clit and his voice drops to pure command. "Tell me."

The sudden loss of friction makes me whimper. "Please."

"Please what?" He pulls back until just his tip remains inside me, denying me everything I need. "Use your words."

"Jax, I need—" My hips try to chase him, but his grip keeps me pinned.

"Need what?" Another slow, shallow thrust that gives me just enough to keep me on edge but nothing more. Histhumb barely grazes my clit—not enough pressure, not enough movement. "Be specific."

He does it two more times and the tension coils tighter, my body screaming for release he won't give me.

""Like this?" He slams in deep once, grinding against that perfect spot, then goes still again.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, please don't stop—" But he does stop, leaving me trembling and desperate.

"Say my name again." His voice is pure command now. "Tell me who's making you feel this good."