Jax moved in and closed the distance between him and Lola. He reached out his hand and roughly gripped her chin. Her head was forced back, and her fingers wrapped around the edge of the metal table behind her.

“What were you doing with him?” he asked again, slower, colder, and his eyes darkened more and more for each word.

“We— We were having coffee.”

Jax’s eyes flickered down to her lips, and they parted as though they obeyed his silent wish. His hand slid down ...