Jax's blade had successfully sliced through the girl's t-shirt and carved a clean line through the side of her jeans. He'd stopped the cut midway, pulling back just before the metal could bite into flesh.
'Don't want a bleeding body. Not yet, anyway.'
He looked at her properly now. Peach-colored hair that fell in messy waves. Her face was actually quite fuckable, delicate features, pouty lips that would look good wrapped around something.
But her chest... damn. The smallest breasts he'd seen in this world. Even Zinnia with her petite body had more up top than this girl.
'Still fuckable though. Jax doesn't discriminate when it comes to fucking. Everyone gets the same treatment. That's ethics, baby. Where there's a hole, Jax's brain supplies the pole.'
The peach-haired girl was just turning to see what the commotion was about. She felt a sudden wave of air brush against her stomach.
