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His fingers snaked into my hair, roughly pulling me to the side. “I said, on your knees.”

“But—”

“Do you really want to see what happens when you disobey?” Jaxon growled.

A rush of heat spread between my legs.

Santa Caterina, how was this so hot? Being bossed around, ordered like a soldier, was so fucking erotic.

I fell.

Jaxon guided me down, preventing my hair from being ripped out and my knees from smashing into the floor.

But he kept his grip on my hair.

I undid the button in his pants. He wasn’t wearing a belt. The zipper screeched as it slid open.

I was breathless and throbbing all over.

His arousal strained against black boxer briefs, the thick outline making my mouth water. I tugged the elastic down, freeing him, his length springing forward with an eagerness that matched my own. He was magnificent—hard, veined, intimidating in size.

“Open,” he commanded, tightening his grip in my hair.

I parted my lips, and he guided himself to my mouth. The salty taste of him filled my senses as I took him in, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. A groan escaped him, deep and primal, vibrating through his body.

“That’s it,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “Take more.”

I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him deeper, my hands gripping his muscular thighs for balance. The world narrowed to this—his pleasure, my submission, the way his breathing grew ragged as I sucked hard.

“Put your left hand between your legs,” he growled.

My non-dominant hand slid there.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, bella?” he murmured.

I couldn’t respond with my mouth full of him, but the evidence was undeniable. My fingers found the slick heat through the thin fabric of my underwear, and I whimpered around his length.

“Touch yourself while you suck me,” he commanded, his voice strained with control. “I want to feel you moan.”

My fingers slipped beneath the soft cotton panties, finding my sensitive flesh already swollen and aching. The dual sensation—pleasuring him while stroking myself—sent electric shocks through my entire body. I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse softly.

“Bloody hell, just like that.” His grip on my hair tightened, guiding my rhythm. “You’re perfect, bella. So fucking perfect.”

I lost myself in the rhythm, in the way his body tensed above me, in the heat building between my own legs.

I was out of my mind with pleasure.

“It’s not easy with that hand. But look at you. Look how well you’re doing,” he growled.

The praise sent another shock of pleasure through me.

My fingers circled faster, my body tensing with each movement. The throbbing between my legs intensified as Jaxon’s breathing grew more ragged, his hips moving with controlled restraint.

“Eyes up,” he commanded. “Look at me while you take me.”

I obeyed, tilting my gaze upward to meet his. The raw hunger in his eyes nearly undid me. His jaw was clenched, muscles tight with restraint, eyes burning with an intensity that made my core clench.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice strained. “No fucking idea.”