Chapter 2
Hate Me Harder
Elena
I didn't mean to kiss him.
That kiss wasn't a surrender. It was a challenge.
But the second Jax's mouth crashed against mine, I knew something was over. Maybe my resolve. Maybe my dignity.
Definitely my dry spell.
His hands were under my shirt in seconds-rough, greedy, like he'd been waiting years to ruin me. And f**k, maybe he had.
"You hate me, huh?" he muttered, teeth scraping my jaw as he pushed me down onto the bed.
"I fantasize about lighting your ego on fire."
"Good." He shoved my tank top up. "Then moan like you're burning."
I didn't. I whimpered.
He sank his mouth over my breast, tongue flicking my n****e before he sucked it hard enough to make me gasp. My back arched. My thighs pressed together. My pride wanted to slap him. My body? It
