Jaxx’s Point Of View

She was a damn drug.

Addictive. Intoxicating. Infuriating.

Every fucking thing about her drove me mad… the way her lips parted when she looked at me, the fire in those gorgeous eyes, the sound of her moans, like a woman in heat, desperate, needy, mine.

And fuck, did I want her.

Not just in the way a man wants a woman… no, this was deeper, darker, more consuming. She was becoming an obsession, a fever under my skin, a craving I couldn’t shake, couldn’t ignore, ...