HIS RULES, HER RUIN

Chapter Four

Naomi Hunter

"Thanks," I said, my voice barely audible over the heavy pouring of the rain. I jumped out of the car, pulling my jacket over my head, and sprinted toward Bentley Tower. I had been fast asleep when my phone rang; it was Miss Lovie, demanding I get the bracelet she'd "forgotten" at Mr. Jax's house.

Ding... ding... ding. I hit the doorbell over and over. As usual, there was no reply. "Mr. Jax, are you there?" I yelled, my body was already shivering from the cold. The rain was soaking through my clothes, chilling me to the bone. I tried the doorknob. To my surprise, it opened.

"Hello? Mr. Jax?" I called, stepping inside. Water dripped from my hair and clothes, leaving a small trail on his pristine marble floor.

"Who the f*ck are you and what do you want?" a deep, sexy voice boomed from the top of the stairs. I turned to see him on the stairs, walking down toward me. He was dressed simply in a black T-shirt and black shorts. His hair, dark and full, looked soft and curly, An electric jolt went through me, an overwhelming urge to run my fingers through it. I caught a glimpse of a small, silver stud gleaming in his ear, giving him a dangerous, rugged vibe.

"I believe I'm talking to a person," he said, his voice a low growl.

"Uhm," I gulped, "Miss Lovie sent me."

"For?" he demanded, his blue eyes sharp.

"She said she had forgotten her bracelet here and asked me to get it."

"And is that where the bracelet is?" he asked, his gaze flicking at my empty hands. “It's upstairs. In the room. Get out of here if you're just going to stand there."

My leg throbbed, a sharp pain from the exhaustion of climbing the 24 flights of stairs. I started limping toward the stairs, the pain making me wince with every step. I made my way into his bedroom. It was vast, with a minimalist design that felt both beautiful and intimidating. Every surface was perfectly neat. I spotted the bracelet on a shelf and quickly grabbed it, then limped back out.

"I have the bracelet, sir," I said, but he didn't acknowledge me. His eyes were glued to the TV screen. "I'll be leaving now," I said again. By now, the rain had stopped. I walked to the door, and just as my hand reached for the knob, he spoke.

"What happened to your leg?" he asked, his voice calm, but with an underlying demand.

My eyes widened. Was he talking to me? I turned to face him.

"Don't make me repeat myself," he said.

"Uhm... today when Miss Lovie sent me to get her a coffee, I took the stairs instead of the elevator," I confessed, the words spilling out.

He just smirked. "Did you get it treated?"

"No, sir," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush with shame.

"Go and sit over there," he said, pointing to the couch. When I hesitated, he snapped, "Do you have a hearing issue? Go and f*cking sit down."

I limped to the couch, my heart pounding. He went upstairs and returned with a first-aid box. He knelt down in front of me, took out a tube of rub, and started to gently apply it to my leg. The warmth of his touch on my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and my mind flashed back to that night. I bit my lip hard, fighting back the rush of sensation.

After a long, silent moment, he finished, and he stood up. "Thank you very much, sir," I said, standing up to leave.

Just then, a heavy downpour of rain began, the sound echoing loudly against the windows.

"You can leave when the rain stops," he said, already walking away with the first-aid box.

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"Go and sleep upstairs if you're feeling tired," a voice said, pulling me out of my doze. I blinked my eyes open. I had fallen asleep on his couch. The rain was still pouring outside, even heavier now.

I stood up, only to find him standing in the middle of the room in just a pair of shorts. His hair was wet, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. My eyes trailed over his broad chest and well-defined abs. I swallowed hard, unable to look away.

"Haven't you seen a man's bare body before?" he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Uhm, what?" I said, quickly looking away, my heart pounding.

"I guess that day was your first time seeing a c*ck too," he said, his voice a low rumble.

My face felt hot with shame. "Y-yes," I stammered.

He took a step closer, his intense blue eyes fixed on mine. I could hear my heart beating wildly against my ribs. "But you took it well for your first time," he whispered, his hot breath fanning against my ear. A familiar heat began to build between my legs.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked.

"What?" I said, my eyes widening, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest.

"Uhm... I mean, yes," I said, the words a desperate whisper, an undeniable craving.

"Then go down on your f**king knees now."

My eyes widened as I looked up at the huge bulge in his shorts, begging for release. The command hung in the air, a heavy, unspoken challenge. I hesitated for a moment, the pain in my knees forgotten, my mind racing. Then, with a desperate, shaky breath, I went down.

I reached out, my hand trembling as I took him out. The sight of him was overwhelming. I looked up at Jaxon, my gaze wide, and his voice was a low command.

"Don't just stare. Take it in your mouth."

My mouth went dry, but I leaned forward, the memory of our first encounter a vivid, consuming fire in my mind. I took him in, my actions were mechanical at first, but soon, a dangerous pace took over. I moved, my mouth tracing the length of him, the motion driven by a strange mix of obedience and a desperate need to feel something, anything.

"F**k," he groaned, his hands reaching for my hair, a low sound of pleasure escaping his lips. "Deeper," he commanded, his voice raw with need.

I obeyed, letting my throat take him in, the contact sending a jolt through my entire body. I could feel the tension in his hands, his head thrown back, lost at the moment. The room was silent except for his ragged breaths and the distant drumming of the rain.