LOGINJaxx’s Point Of ViewThe air in the study hung stagnant, thick with the smell of old paper and the heavy, metallic tang of power my grandfather had wielded for decades. I stood with my hand on the brass handle, knuckles white, jaw clenched tight enough to crack a tooth.I'd just declared war on my own blood… or at least the bastard version of it that walked around calling himself Graham."Let him come," I repeated, my voice dropping into that hollow, jagged tone that usually preceded someone's last breath. "He had his chance. He didn't know what he had." The words tasted bitter on my tongue. "Graham doesn't deserve her. He never did."I started to turn the handle, desperate to escape to the only room in this house that didn't feel like a tomb, when the old man's voice sliced through the silence like piano wire."If Graham doesn't deserve her... then do you, Jaxx?"The question struck me like a physical blow to the solar plexus. I froze, feet rooted to the Persian rug beneath me. The t
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe sun hadn't even fully cleared the horizon, yet the room was already bathed in that thin, bruised light of early morning. I'd been awake since six, propped up on one elbow, doing nothing but watching the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Elena's shoulders.She lay buried beneath the charcoal duvet, wearing my shirt like a suit of armor she didn't realize was a claim. My claim. The fabric hung loose on her frame, the collar slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of her neck, a sight that made my pulse quicken despite the hours we'd already spent tangled together.Every time she shifted in her sleep, the scent of sandalwood soap and us drifted up, hitting me in the chest like a physical weight. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe too loudly. For a man who lived his life in the crosshairs of a dozen different enemies, this kind of stillness was a luxury I couldn't afford… but for her, I'd steal the time from the devil himself. I'd steal eternity i
Jaxx's Point Of ViewI didn't stop. Even when I felt the violent, rhythmic tremors of her release clamping down on me, I kept going. I needed her to feel every bit of my weight, every inch of the claim I was staking. Her scream still echoed in the high corners of the suite, a jagged, beautiful sound that made my blood sing.The raw vulnerability in that cry… uninhibited, completely mine, sent a primal satisfaction coursing through me. I drove into her one last time, deep enough to touch her soul, and finally let go, emptying everything I was into her while the world narrowed down to the feel of her nails dragging down my back. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by our ragged breathing. I eased out of her slowly, a low groan vibrating in my throat at the loss of that incredible heat. Elena's body sagged against mine, her head dropping onto my shoulder as if her bones had turned to liquid.The fierce woman who'd commanded a room full of Chicago's elite just hours ago now
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe cool mahogany of the table felt like ice against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the furnace that was Jaxx. I lay open, raw and trembling, gazing down at the man who had just claimed he'd "wife me up" before I even had a say in it.My mind screamed that he was insane… that this was all moving at a speed that should be breaking the sound barrier. Yet when I looked at him, I didn't see a crazy person. I saw a man with a plan, a man whose focus had narrowed so completely to the space between my thighs that nothing else in the universe existed.It was terrifying. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt. My heart hammered against my ribs, caught between panic and desire."Your wish is my absolute command, my queen," he whispered, his voice vibrating against my inner thigh.Then, he dove in.I let out a sound that wasn't even human as his fingers parted me, exposing every sensitive nerve to the sudden, shocking heat of his mouth. His tongue didn't just
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy mouth hung open in a silent, jagged gasp. I lay sprawled across this mahogany table like a sacrifice, the wood cool against my feverish skin while Jaxx knelt between my legs with a focus that was terrifyingly absolute.He didn't look like a man joking around. He looked like a predator who had finally reached the climax of a very long, very patient hunt. The intensity radiating from him made the air feel thick, charged with something primal and inescapable.The shock of his words… the "wife you up" part, the "binded to me" part, still rattled around my skull, making me wonder if he'd lost his mind or if I'd lost mine for staying. Those weren't casual promises whispered in the heat of passion. They sounded like vows, like declarations carved in stone. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a question I couldn't answer.But then he reached out, his hands large and warm, and gripped my ankles with surprising gentleness. The contrast between his predatory sta
Elena’s Point Of ViewI stared into his eyes, and for the first time, I didn't see the cocky, untouchable billionaire or the teasing man who liked to pull my strings. What I saw in that dark, swirling depth scared the absolute hell out of me. It was a cocktail of raw need, unadulterated want, and something sharper… something that looked dangerously like obsession.The intensity of his gaze made my pulse hammer against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum warning me to flee.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly feeling like I'd been wandering through a desert for days without water. My brain became a chaotic mess of conflicting impulses… run away warring with never let go, self-preservation battling against the treacherous pull of desire.Words failed me completely.Even breathing seemed like a skill I'd forgotten how to master, as if my body had betrayed every instinct for survival. My hands trembled slightly where they rested against his shoulders, and I hated how vulnerable that small
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was on fire.No… it was burning alive, every nerve ending screaming, every inch of my skin tingling with the ghost of his touch, the ache of his absence. I was trembling, my thighs slick with need, my breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as I clung to the edge of the
Jaxx’s Point Of View"I’ve missed you."And fuck, I was going to show her just how much.My hands gripped her hips like a vice, my fingers sinking into her skin as I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene, wet, the
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe air in the room was thick with the scent of her… vanilla and something darker, something feral. She was perfection like this.Bent over the couch like an offering, her back arched, her ass on display, her thighs trembling as she fought to stay upright. The dim light from t
Elena’s Point Of ViewI lowered myself onto his lap, my thighs straddling his, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his slacks. His hands found my waist, his grip firm, possessive, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I could feel the hardness of his thighs beneath







