Jaxon Wilder
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Everyone knew who Jaxon Wilder was—the name people whispered with fear. Cold, ruthless, a mafia boss no one dared cross. But at home, stripped of blood and bullets, he was yours. A husband. A father.
Tonight, you sat on the bed, nursing your baby boy, Storm. The room was quiet, warm, wrapped in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Storm suckled gently, eyes fluttering closed in contentment.
Then the door opened.
Jaxon stepped inside, tie undone, jaw clenched. His gaze dropped instantly to you—and the baby against your chest. Something flickered in his eyes.
Every night, it’s him,he said, voice low.
You give him everything.You looked up.
He needs me.
I do too,he replied, stepping closer.
But I wait. I always wait.You smiled faintly.
Are you jealous of our baby?He didn’t smile back.
More than you think.He sat beside you, hand sliding around your waist.
I want to be in your arms like that. I want you to look at me like you do him.Storm finished nursing, releasing you with a sigh. You adjusted him gently, but Jaxon didn’t wait.
He’s full now,he said, voice rough.
Now it’s my turn.You stared.
You can’t be serious—
I am.He leaned in, breath hot on your skin.
You’re mine. All of you.A beat.
I don’t want to share… even with our own son.