and took my hands. They looked huge in hers—calloused, rough things brushing against perfect creamy satin. “You never give yourself enough credit, Jax. You are the strongest man I know.”
Strong? She was fucking insane. My heart thundered, the erratic rhythm making it impossible to draw anything more than quick, shallow breaths that did little to satisfy my need for air. The walls seemed to be closing in. The room to be growing smaller. Need. There was something I needed. Something that would make this suffocating feeling go away.
Sam shook her head. “Jax…”
I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her. Control. The desire to dominate. She needed to know that she was mine . “You belong to me,” I whispered fiercely, working my way down her neck. I wasn’t gentle. Taking small sections of skin between my teeth, I nipped and twisted. Not hard enough to be painful, but with enough force to make her gasp. To drive my point home. “You belong to me . Mine ,” I said, pulling away.
Any reservations she might have had after my sickening confession seemed to melt into nothingness. She pushed forward. I felt her eagerness. To taste me again. To feel me pressed against her. Inside her. But I held her back. At arm’s length, my hands still knotted in her hair, I kept her secure.
“You understand me, right?” My fingers twitched, tightening, and a flash of that same dark female figure almost brought me to my knees.
Sam nodded, slowly, then jerked forward. I let go of her hair, surprised, as she grabbed either side of my neck, her nails digging into the skin. Stopping a fraction of an inch from my lips, she said, her voice low and hypnotic, “ Understand that it works both ways.”
Fuck…
She bit at my bottom lip, then wriggled her hands up beneath my shirt, dragging her nails hard across the skin. The pain drove Azi wild. It just about got me off, too. My hands fell to my zipper.
My entire body ached to be inside her, and the image of that female, still too fresh in my mind, needed to be scrubbed away. This would be the thing to do it—replacing that scene with one of my making. One of my choosing. I leaned in again, determined to do this despite Heckle’s warnings, but…
Something crashed outside the room.
Chapter Four
Sam
J ax was at the door in an instant. “Stay here,” he barked over his shoulder. I opened my mouth to argue, but he slipped from the room, dismissing me.
Oh, hell no.
I yanked open the door and followed.
A few steps ahead of me, he rounded the corner and rushed into the hallway between the living room and kitchen, where it sounded like the noise had come from. When I caught up to him he was in the doorway. The glass above the door on the other side of the kitchen was shattered—a million tiny pieces lay on the floor. “What happened?”
Jax whirled around, eyes narrow. “I told you to—”
Something flew at us from the right. We were knocked apart like bowling pins, but somehow I managed to stay upright. Not Jax, though. He went down hard with a grunt, taking the brunt of the blow and toppling beneath a large mass—a man. The intruder turned my way, eyes the color of midnight ink. Not a man. A demon.
Forearm braced behind Jax’s neck to keep him down, it delivered a series of harsh blows. “Take her outside,” the demon snarled.
I spun to see that a second demon had appeared and stepped between Jax and me. Its eyes—narrow, soulless black orbs—traveled over my body, from tip to toe, hungry and assessing. “Submit, or spend an eternity in agony,” it said.
I had no idea what the hell it was talking about and didn’t care. I ducked as it made a swipe in my direction, then spun away, losing my bearings for a moment. I’d managed to avoid it, but the demon wasn’t giving up. Another attempt and its hands wrapped like a vise around my arm and dragged me close. Putrid breath wafted around me.
“Sammy!” Jax yelled. He pushed off the floor, throwing the other
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