What followed was worse. Far worse.
Jax dragged her again. Like an animal hunting fresh meat. For him, it was DP—sweet, endless points. His hand fisted her messy hair. Yanked her across the dirt. Knees scraped raw. She clawed at his wrist. Nails broke on his skin.
"Stop—please—I can't—" Adelina thrashed. Legs kicked wild. Tried to roll free. Her tits dragged in the mud. Nipples caked with filth.
"You can." He flipped her onto her back. Pinned her thighs wide with his knees. Her pussy gaped open—swollen lips red from the first round, those stray dark hairs matted sticky with her shame-juice and his leftover cum. Dripped slow from her hole like a broken faucet.
"This is wrong—" She bucked up. Fists pounded his chest. Weak now. Sobs choked her words.
