Chapter Thirty

Jax's Point of View

I smashed my lips onto hers without hesitation giving into the internal conflict of fighting to kiss her. The adrenaline of kissing her had kicked in quickly and overtake me. I didn't realise how far gone I was with her. The constant need to be with her, to see her, to feel her and to taste her.

It felt as if being around was nice and comfortable; not anything I have felt before anyways. She was someone that I shouldn't be with. Someone I can't be with but yet I find myself coming back to her for more and more. She has me hooked like a damn drug and there's no fucking rehab.

I pinned her against the wall while kissing her. Her legs were around my waist and the towel which before was tightly hugging her figure was now loose. When I was too distracted with tasting her, she took the gun on the side table and clocked it and placed it on my temples.

She didn't be controlled or dominated in any way. I absolutely loved dominating her. She feels powerless and that show