Page 110 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

"Jax." The word comes out broken. "Jax, please—"

He rewards me with one deep thrust, then stills again. "Good girl. But I want more than that." His thumb traces lazy circles around my clit without actually touching it. "I want you to beg properly."

He's destroying me piece by piece. Every time I think I'm about to come, he pulls back. Leaves me hanging on the edge until I can barely think straight.

My control is dissolving completely. The woman who negotiates million-dollar deals, who never shows weakness, is about to fall apart from pure desperation.

"I need you to make me come. Need you to fuck me until I can't think anymore. Please."

"Better." He drives deep twice, hitting that perfect spot, then goes still. "But I like you like this. All desperate and needy for me. Makes me want to keep you right here on the edge."

This is what breaking feels like. Not the sharp crack of failure, but this slow dissolution of everything I thought I was. And fuck, I love it.

"Jax, please, I'm so close—"

"I know you are." His smile is wicked against my neck. "Your pussy keeps clenching around me. Getting tighter every timeI stop." He starts moving again, slow and deliberate. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours." The admission tears out of me without hesitation. "I'm yours, Jax, please—"

"Say it again."

"I'm yours!" Tears of frustration leak from my eyes. "Please, I need to come, I need—"

The words pour out of me, uncontrolled. Thirteen years of training, of discipline, destroyed by his cock and his hands and his mouth on my neck.

He slams into me then, hard and fast, thumb finally giving my clit the pressure it's been screaming for.

"Come for me. Right fucking now." His pace turns almost violent, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. "Going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Until all you know is mine."

The second orgasm destroys me. I scream his name, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. My whole body convulses, clenching around him in waves.

"One more." He's relentless, thumb still working my oversensitive clit. "Give me one more."

"Can't—too much—"

"You can take it." He leans down to bite my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth hard enough to bruise. "You're so fucking strong, Mira. So perfect. You can take everything I give you."

The combination of praise and dominance breaks something inside me. Tears escape from my eyes—not sad, just overwhelmed. My body is on fire, every inch of skin hypersensitive, sweat making us both slick.

"That's it. Let go. Let me see all of you."

The third orgasm rips through me. I sob his name, body clenching so hard around him that he groans.

"Fuck, Mira—" He drives deep one final time and comes with a roar. His cock throbs inside me, filling me with hot spurts that seem endless. "Mine. Fuck, you're mine."

We collapse together, both gasping for air. Sweat pools between us, the room reeking of sex. His weight presses me into the mattress, but I can't move anyway. My legs are shaking, my pussy still clenching with aftershocks.

Everything is soaked. The sheets beneath us are drenched. Our bodies slide against each other with every breath.

I've never been this messy. This out of control. This... wrecked.

When he finally pulls out, I whimper at the loss. His cum immediately starts leaking out of me, adding to the mess between my legs.

"Don't run." He rolls onto his side, pulling me against his chest before I can escape. "Please. Just... stay."

Stay. My body is too exhausted to move anyway. Muscles I forgot existed are screaming.

"Five minutes."