Jax's eyes burned as they locked onto the black-haired girl on her knees before him.
Presented like a gift by Roxana, her naked form was a feast his lust-starved brain couldn't ignore. The sight, combined with the fierce redhead still pinned under his boot, was too much.
'Fuck I cant hold back anymore.'
His hands went to his pants, fingers fumbling with the zipper. He forgot the 'fierce cat' for a second as he had freed her, his focus solely on freeing himself. He toed off his shoes, shoved his pants and underwear down in one rough motion, and kicked them aside.
Tssk.
A kick snapped toward his side—the redhead, still fighting. He caught her ankle mid-air, his grip iron. "Still got spirit? Good."
He yanked her boot off, then the other, tossing them away. She stared up at him, her defiant eyes widening as they dropped lower.
