Chapter 221

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he pants, hips twitching upward. “I’m just collecting what I'm owed.”

I grin. “Yeah? Is that why you’re leaking all over my hand?”

He glares, then gasps when I stroke him just right. “Fucking—Jax.”

“What?” I ask innocently, even as I press my thumb harder. “You’re just dyin...