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“I can’t take it,” she says. “I can’t do it.” Her voice is strained.

I know she’s close to the end of her tolerance. I go a little longer, just a hair more. She lets out a low groan.

I jerk away the feathers and smack her hard with my palm.

She jerks up, everything quivering. Her whole body tenses and she cries out, her words unintelligible. I press my hand hard against her, feeling the shudders come over her.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she keeps going on. I stay in place, holding firmly to her, feeling her orgasm ripple out. Then I can take it no longer myself.

I kneel between those soft thighs and thrust into her in one hard move.

Mia lurches up against me, and I wonder if I am too rough for her so soon after last night. But then I have to laugh because she’s got her hands on me, pushing me in. She’s figured out how to get out of the belt and I haven’t even noticed.

I pull the sleeve away from her eyes. “You amaze me, Mia Morrow,” I tell her.

“Show me how much,” she says.

I hold on to her hips and move in a steady, hard rhythm. Her breasts sway with every movement and I can’t look away. Everything about her is perfect, delectable. And mine.

She sits up, holding on to me, bending her knees now so that she canmove with me even with her ankles tied.

I’m not sure who’s in control anymore now, as I’m getting lost in the feel of her breasts against my chest.

My body moves within her, steadily, with increasing frenzy. Her breathing speeds up, and I can tell when this deeper, stronger orgasm begins because a low moan comes from her throat.

I concentrate on taking her where I want her to go. Then, unexpectedly, she moves her head and bites me on the shoulder. Hard.

Shit. That’s it, I unleash inside her. She shudders around me, and the room echoes with both of us going over the top. Her arms clutch at me, and I hold her tightly. We’re breathing at exactly the same rate, chests rising and falling in tandem.

We don’t move for a moment, caught in that airless space of the aftermath.

Then she draws in a breath. “Jesus, Jax,” she whispers. “You’re going to ruin me for any other man.”

And I realize then, she’s ruining me too.

8: Mia

Mind. Blown.

I try to pull myself together as Jax unties my ankles. “This was in one of the letters, wasn’t it?” I manage to say. “The ankles? The tickler?”

His hand rubs my skin where the sheet has left an imprint. “I believe it was, yes.”

“So you knew me before I knew myself.”

He laughs. “I knew for damn sure you weren’t Klaus.”

I fall back on the bed. “We’re going for him, aren’t we?”

“Yes.”

“Do we have to? Can’t we just keep living like this?” I look at him. “Or are you poor now that the Vigilantes are trying to blow you up?”

I think he will chuckle, but he answers very soberly. “I would never put my finances in the reach of my employer,” he says.

He slides next to me, his head propped up on his hand. He trails a finger along my ribs, and I shiver. “Besides, do I seem poor?”

“No.” I have no idea what it costs to stay in a place like this, having people believe you are royalty, and waiting on your every whim. “Is it worth going after Klaus?”