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Oh. Fuck. He felt so good.

Jax reached down into the space between us, massaging my clit in a rough circular pattern that had me moaning. Each thrust was slow and powerful, jolting me with pleasure until I was burning. Until nothing mattered except that he kept moving. Just like that—and didn’t stop.

His gaze was locked on mine as he touched me, with a look that was searing. He stared at me like I belonged to him. Like he wanted to devour me and never let me go.

I clenched my eyes shut hard and whined, helpless against all of it—his touch, his hardness, his relentless rhythm, as he pounded my pussy… and every time I let him dive deep into my body, it was like his claim on me became more and more real.

I let myself imagine it for a moment—that I was his. His fevered words from last night came back to me in a rush.

You’re so beautiful.

I’m going to take care of you.

You’re going to make such a pretty baby for me.

That—oh…

I came. Hard. Pulsing around his cock, my walls gripped down like I never wanted to let him go. Pure molten pleasure rocked me, in a wave that rushed across my whole body.

Jax grunted, thrusting sharply, holding himself deep inside of me as he came, following me into climax. Warmth pooled in my belly as he filled me.

Jax hugged me, holding me close as he kissed me tenderly.

I opened up for him like a flower, letting him kiss me deeper. Letting him make me forget for just a moment that this couldn’t be real.

That we couldn’t do this.

TWELVE

JAX

I had a plan to slowly win Delila over… that plan lasted about two seconds before I went and fucked it all up by fucking her again.

Nothing could have prepared me for the soft look of wonder on her sweet face. How she looked at me as if she liked what she saw… like she wanted more. After dreaming about Delila looking at me like that for years, I couldn’t take it when she was right in front of me, wanting me.

I needed to get control of myself.

After all, I’d expected that once Delila woke up to the redness around her wrists and the cum leaking out from between her thighs that she would hate me—tell me I was an awful excuse for a human being and that she expected better from me.

It would have all been true—she had always treated me with kindness and deserved more than what I put her through.

She deserved everything… and I planned on giving her anything and everything her heart desired… as soon as we weren’t racing against the clock.

For a moment after I fucked her—letting our mixed cum spill out onto the kitchen countertops—Delila had this blissed out, utterly relaxed expression as she nuzzled against me like a sleepy kitten.

I couldn’t look away… watching her thoroughly worn out and sated. Knowing that I put that tuckered out smile on her face.

I didn’t take my eyes off her, so I noticed the exact moment that she tensed. I watched as her face fell…

Was this the moment that she realized what I’d done to her?

Delila was probably kicking herself for allowing herself to get seduced by the guy who was trying to forcibly impregnate her.

“We can’t.” Delila looked away from me as she whispered, “I’m older than you… I shouldn’t be doing this.”

The tension coiling in my gut loosened somewhat. She wasn’t mad at my transgressions against her. She was upset at some moral bullshit—and all that went out the window the second my father started cheating on her, plotting to leave her destitute. The whole situation was fucked. Who cared about the vows made to some cheap-ass man whore like my father?

“We’re only like seven years apart. My old man is twice your age and went after you when you were barely legal. If anyone should be accused of robbing the cradle, it’s not you.”