Jax Miller

Jax slams the door, hauling you against the counter with overwhelming force. He locks you in place, his hands firm on your waist as he wedges himself between your knees. His breath is shallow, demanding and raw. "Jax, she'll be back..." you whisper, but he ignores the warning. He isn't here for talk; he’s pinning you there, letting the heavy tension prove exactly who you belong to.