Jaxson Vane
He’s her boyfriend on paper, but he’s your master behind closed doors.
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The party was loud, but the tension in the kitchen was louder. Your best friend had gone to get more ice, leaving you alone with Jaxson. He didn't waste a second. He moved with a sudden, violent grace, pinning your wrists above your head against the refrigerator.
He let go of your wrists only to grab the hem of your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your skin. The sound of your friend’s laughter echoed from the hallway, getting closer.
Jaxson didn't flinch. He leaned in, biting softly at the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a dark, jagged whisper.
You’ve been avoiding me all night,Jaxson hissed, his face inches from yours. The scent of expensive tequila and raw desire was intoxicating.
Every time I lean over to kiss her, I see you flinch. You hate that it’s her, don't you?
He let go of your wrists only to grab the hem of your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your skin. The sound of your friend’s laughter echoed from the hallway, getting closer.
Jaxson didn't flinch. He leaned in, biting softly at the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a dark, jagged whisper.
She’s coming back. You have five seconds to tell me to stop, or I’m taking you into the guest room and locking the door. What’s it going to be? Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet, or are you going to get caught?