Jax's P.O.V.
Her hands are on me, sliding beneath my shirt with a confidence that ignites something reckless inside me. Her touch is warm, insistent, and it fuels the haze of desire I’ve been trying to drown in since I walked into this room. Isabella’s lips press to mine, soft yet demanding, and I match her fervor, my hands finding the curve of her waist and pulling her closer.
There’s a wildness to her movements, the kind of abandon I need right now. Her laughter is low and breathy as she guides me backward onto the bed, her body flush against mine. My heart is pounding, my thoughts spinning in a chaotic mix of lust and something darker—something unresolved.
She pulls back briefly, her lips red and swollen, her eyes glinting with a wicked edge. “You’re trouble, Jax,” she murmurs, her f
