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Chapter Forty-Three
Raven
My heart races so hard I feel it throbbing under every inch of my skin.
“Good girl,” Jax says, making me flush. Thorn withdraws, kisses my mound and heads to the bathroom to clean up. I’m afforded no such luxury but I can’t bring myself to care. Rebel is still crooning words of encouragement in my ear as Ace withdraws from my throat and kisses me deeply.
I turn my head away.
“Don’t—” I say, conscious that he’s just filled my mouth.
“Don’t care,” he replies, capturing my chin and kissing me deeply until I relax.
“Who’s next?” Jax asks, which makes me feel something like a fairground ride. Weirdly, it doesn’t piss me off to feel used. It’s empowering because I know how loved and respected I really am. “Ace?”
“Too soon. Tight throat. Deep. Pridna puncka.”
He seems happy to continue kissing me.
“I guess it’s my turn then, as I’d like to fuck you before Baxter fucks with you,” Jax says. I shiver. Jax sounds just as menacing as I know Baxter can be. I didn’t even notice when he got naked. Everything has become a blur of flesh.
He steps between my thighs and strokes his hands along the length of my legs. His fingers dance over my cuts with interest, lightly at first and then pressing into the flesh to elicit a reaction from me. He gets it. I groan and tremble, pussy clenching in a way which makes juices trickle out.
Jax reaches out and runs his finger through the mess, massaging it to my mound and around my ass. He teases my entrances with his fingers, applying a little pressure to see if I’ll yield.
“I’d love to fuck your ass right now,” he confesses. “But the position is all wrong. And the others will get impatient if I take too long. Ace is already getting hard for you again. Maybe later.”
He enters me suddenly in one powerful thrust and Rebel and Ace back away from the bed. Jax stares intently at me, locking my attention onto him as he locks his fingers around my throat.
“You don’t look anywhere near as spent and as exhausted as I’d like.” He flexes his fingers to restrict my breathing, pulling his hips back before slamming into me again. I gasp and Jax squeezes my throat, cutting off my air supply and holding me in limbo. He holds his position, still like a statue, and waits me out in the ultimate power play. Seconds pass and I try to stay calm, keep cool, but I’m soon twitching under him, frantically needing to breathe as my vision darkens around the edges.
He releases me.
As I gulp in breaths he fucks me, completely disregarding the state that I’m in in favour of pounding my pussy for his own pleasure. He doesn’t touch me bar where our bodies are joined, doesn’t attempt to pleasure me. He doesn’t even look at me, just fucks me like...I’m nothing. Less than nothing. Just a hole to fuck.
And it makes me fucking melt.
I come so hard, screaming until he suddenly slams a hand out to silence me by roughly cutting off my airway. It doesn’t help. I may stop screaming but my pussy is clenching so hard it milks his cock relentlessly.
He curses, withdraws, and pumps the remains of his load over my mound. It’s filthy and I love it. His black eyes burn into mine, promising revenge for stealing the control and the power from him.
“Brave, princess. Very brave,” he warns.
I shiver but I’m melting into the mattress now, not sure I can take much more.
Jax stalks away towards the bathroom and as I watch him go, I see Thorn sitting in Baxter’s seat, watching us intently. He looks aroused, but confused too.
Ace approaches me gently and kneels between my legs.
“Aljaž,” I protest.
“Shh, don’t care.”
His lips seal around my clit and he sucks gently while massaging my oversensitive bud with his tongue. He inserts that damn little finger into my pussy again but I don’t have the energy to chew him out for it. Because it’s fucking magic and he already has me crying out his name, begging for his cock.
When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, grinning at me like he just won the lottery. I think I did, how fucking lucky am I?
He kisses me tenderly, sliding in with ease and slowly rocking us both to orgasm. He murmurs all sorts of nonsense in my ear, a garbled jumble of broken English love songs and what sounds like filthy Slovenian promises to me. What do I know, he could be telling me how to make a casserole, but he still makes it sound sexy as hell.
