I returned to Voss Fitness the next morning at 6:15 AM, fifteen minutes earlier than the day before. My body still ached from the previous session… a deep, constant throb in my p***y and ass, bruises on my hips from Jax’s powerful grip, and a pleasant soreness in my thighs and core that made every step a reminder of how thoroughly he had used me.
Yet I was soaked before I even reached the private training room.
The hunger had only grown stronger. The Midnight Club had awakened something insatiable in me, and Jax Voss was feeding it with ruthless precision. I no longer came to the gym just to train. I came to be broken, to be remade, and to feel that delicious mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure only he could give me.
Jax was already waiting inside the room, shirtless, his massive, scu
