"Jax… let me go… I still hate you…" Lena protested weakly, but her hand was now stroking the thick root of his cock. "I will," he murmured, licking a path from her neck back to her ear. "Only if you let me go first." Lena tilted her head involuntarily, giving him better access. Her breath hitched as his tongue traced her skin. "See how you're shaking?" he whispered, voice low and smug. "Are you throbbing down there for me too?" Her thighs clenched. Her body remembered him too well, the way he used to pin her down, the filthy things he'd whisper while thrusting in her, the way he could make her cum until she cried. For a dangerous second, she almost gave in. Then a memory hit her like cold water. That night he came home drunk, shoved her against the wall, and told her she was "just a warm hole" when she tried to talk about her feelings. The way he laughed when she cried. The heat in her belly turned to ice. Lena shoved him hard in the chest. "Get the fuck off me!" Jax stumble
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