Damned by Bec Botefuhr Page A

maddening mouth, he lowers me so I am now on his hips. He somehow manages to shuffle from his pants, then he thrusts inside me.
    I groan at the sting, but I know how incredible it will feel in mere seconds. He presses a kiss to my lips; his breathing is ragged and his muscles are tense with anticipation. He pulls me lower, until I feel the sensation of him being fully inside me. I whine, squirming and panting. He doesn’t move his hips; he just lets me sit there in desperation. I look into his green gaze; he is watching me, admiring me. I slide my tongue across his lips, and he groans.
    “Oh Jax, stop teasing me.”
    “It’s all part of the fun, baby girl.” He whispers into my mouth, then with one hard thrust, he is driving in and out of me. Finally.
    My screams echo across the water as he begins his intense pace. He holds onto my bottom, using it to drive each pump of his hips, to take him deeper. I grip his shoulders, my nails tearing at his skin. Having sex with someone else, could surely not be better than it was with him. He takes my nipple into his mouth, biting down on it hard enough to make me yelp.
    “Pain’s good.” He groans, sucking the hurt he just made. He does the same to my other nipple, until I am writhing against the wall.
    I can feel the heat rising inside me, my body preparing itself for a massive release. He feels it to because he quickens his pace, his moans mixing with mine to make a magical sound. I grasp his shoulders and yank him to me as my release tears through my body, causing a guttural scream to erupt from my throat. He yells out with his own release, then begins slowing his pace until he stops. I am panting heavily, and we are both drenched from the rain.
    “We are soaked.” I whisper. I don’t dare mention that he found his release without me hurting him.
    “Yeah.”
    He lets me down, then picks up my clothes and his own, before leading me into his room. Staring at him naked, would astound any woman. His backside is to die for, and that body. I could stare at it all day. He throws me a towel and I sit on the edge of his bed, wrapping it around myself. His eyes meet mine and stay connected with them for long, long moments. His phone ringing snaps him out of it. He picks it up, and his face seems to change.
    “Bella?”
    Bella? Who is Bella?
    “What the hell? Are you serious?” He hisses. “Fine, give me an hour.”
    He slams the phone closed, then stands. “We gotta go.”
    “Who was that?”
    “My wife.”
    The ride home is silent, so many emotions rip through me; jealousy, hurt, rage and confusion. I don’t know the story of Bella, but I can see in the way his face changed that there is more to the story than a simple divorce. We arrive back at the club and once inside, are greeted by a dazzling woman. She is tall, blonde and big breasted, with large brown eyes. She is gorgeous. I swallow and step back as she walks towards Jax and embraces him. I don’t know how to feel or even how to speak as they begin talking about something unfamiliar to me. Has he forgotten I am here? After a moment, Bella looks over at me.
    “Jax, isn’t that the princess?”
    “Yeah, she comes and hangs out with us.”
    She looks at me, up and down, then her eyes narrow. “She came in with you, where were you Jax?”
    “On the ship.”
    “What the hell for?”
    “I was showing it to her.”
    Realization clicks. “You’re fucking the princess?”
    Jax grunts. “God, as if.”
    My world stops and I feel as though I am going to throw up. As if? I back up; one step, then two, before turning and rushing out the door. I run into Jack, who grasps my arms and takes a good look at me. His face scrunches.
    “What’s the matter sweetheart?”
    In a babble, I tell him.
    “Oh…Bella is back. Darling girl, he didn’t mean that. His history with Bella is…complicated.”
    “He said as if, like I was nothing more than one of his ridiculous fans.”
    “It’s his wife, it makes it complicated if