Jax had her pinned against the wall.
His hand gripped her wrist. His other arm caged her in. Their bodies were close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
Roxana's chest heaved with each breath. Her wine-soaked shirt clung to her curves, leaving very little to imagination. Sweat glistened on her collarbone.
"Let go of me," she growled. But her voice wavered.
Jax didn't move.
Instead, he smiled. That slow, dangerous smile that never reached his eyes.
"You know... for a drunk princess, you're kind of hot when you're angry."
Roxana's face flushed crimson. "W-What?!"
His eyes traced down her body. Slowly. Deliberately. Taking his time.
Her heaving chest, barely contained by the wet fabric. The soft curve of her stomach, rising and falling with each breath. Her thick thighs pressed together, trembling slightly.
"And that belly?" His voice dropped low. Almost a purr. "Cute. Makes you look soft. Squeezable."
His free hand left the wall.
