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I’ve seen flashes of it. He’s admitted as much to me before. He promised Jasmin he would work on it. He does what he needs to relieve tension. Gong baths, fish in his office, breathing techniques.
But I’ve learned that sex calms him too.
And I will do anything to ease the hurt that was in his eyes earlier.
“Dax!” I cry out as he lifts one of my thighs higher, pressing my knee against the wall as he rails me so hard I don’t know how his cock hasn’t fallen off.
“Jesus,” he growls into my neck as I come for him again, wetness rushing out of me as he rubs my clit with his other hand that he’s squeezed between my hip and the wall.
I’ve come once already. He might be using me to fuck out his anger, but this is Dax. My pleasure is still his priority, even when he’s shaking with rage.
I moan his name again as my orgasm stretches on almost painfully. He groans and comes inside me with a force that has him cursing and burrowing his face into my neck.
The two of us suck in noisy breaths. Dax takes his hand away from my sensitive clit and grabs my hand, clasping it tightly in his against the wall.
We are two sweating, burning bodies holding each other so tightly, afraid to let the other go.
I stare at the dent on the bedroom wall, inches from my face, as my heartbeat slowly returns to normal.
“Rose.” Dax drops his head to my shoulder and his breath skates down my shoulder blade as he pulls out of me and lowers my leg to the ground.
A rush of combined cum runs straight out and down my leg as he spins me in his arms and holds me against the wall, one hand gently cupping my windpipe.
I stare back into his eyes. The fire in them is still there. But it’s smoldering now.
He’s back in control.
“Sometimes I feel like you know me better than I know myself, Rose Jacobs,” he murmurs, searching my eyes.
Buzzing energy takes over my chest as he stares so deeply into my eyes, I swear I leave my body for a moment and float in the space between us instead.
Just my soul and his.
Touching.
“You allow yourself to believe that the world only gets the worst of you, Dax. But I’ve seen your best. You’re the stitching holding me together as much as I’m holding you. It works both ways.”
“My sister’s in love with a guy whose father I hate,” he murmurs against my lips.
He opens his eyes and looks at me again, his eyes red.
The air leaves my lungs at how broken he looks. Like all the fight has left him.
“He took years away from me, Rose.”
“And do you think Jasmin would have wanted it to be him? Given the choice? We don’t get to choose how love finds us. But when it does…” I stroke the side of his face and he leans into my palm. “When it does, it’s breathtaking. Like the silver lining in the shitshow that’s sometimes life.”
He closes his eyes and exhales, his face nestled in my hand. Two lines appear between his brows.
“Stop carrying it with you. You need to leave it in the past. Yes, you were parted. But you’re not now. You’re here. And you’re free.”
He snorts, opening his eyes. “I’m not free. Far from it.” His eyes trace over my face and he strokes the pulse in my neck with his thumb. “Jasmin doesn’t know the full story. She thinks I beat…” He pauses, as though saying his name is a physical challenge. “Julian Young.She thinks I beat him because he sent her dick pics and made some asshole comments. But that wasn’t everything.”
“What do you mean?”
Dax looks away with a grim laugh. “I heard him, earlier that night. Bragging to another guy that he was taking a girl home. He said he’d got his eye on one, and if she needed persuading, he had something he could slip her that’d loosen her up.”
“He was going to drug someone?” My eyes widen as Dax meets my gaze again, jutting his chin out as he sucks in a breath.
