The Fall
567 Words
The custody hearing ended in disaster.
I walked out of the courtroom with my head spinning. The judge had granted Jimmy temporary primary custody. Supervised visits only for me. The reason was clear: my “ongoing inappropriate relationship” and unstable lifestyle.
Jimmy didn’t even look at me as he left with his lawyer. The pain in his eyes earlier had turned into cold resolve.
I drove straight to Jax’s apartment, feeling completely numb.
The moment he opened the door, he knew something was wrong. Without saying a word, he pulled me inside and locked the door. He cupped my face, wiped my tears with his thumbs, and kissed me deeply.
“Let me make you forget,” he whispered.
He carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed like I was fragile. For the first few minutes, he was surprisingly gentle kissing my neck, my breasts, my stomach. But the hunger quickly took over.
Jax stripped me naked and buried his face between my legs, devouring me with his tongue. I moaned loudly, gripping his hair as he sucked on my c**t and fingered me roughly. I came hard within minutes, my body shaking.
But he wasn’t done.
He climbed on top of me and thrust deep inside my p***y in one smooth motion. He f****d me with long, powerful strokes, staring into my eyes the entire time.
“Tell me you’re done with him,” he growled.
“I’m done with him,” I moaned, even though my heart was breaking.
Jax f****d me harder, his hand around my throat. “Say you belong to me now.”
“I belong to you,” I cried out as another orgasm hit me.
He flipped me onto all fours and took me from behind, spanking my ass red while pounding me mercilessly. I came again and again until my voice was hoarse.
After filling me with his c*m, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.
“I’ll fix the custody situation,” he promised. “My people are already on it. You’ll get your kids back. And when you do, we’ll raise them together.”
His words were both comforting and terrifying.
The next few days were pure emotional torture.
Supervised visits with the kids were heartbreaking. They cried every time I had to leave. Jimmy watched from a distance with cold eyes, refusing to speak to me.
At night, I returned to Jax and let him use my body to forget the pain.
One night, after a particularly difficult visit, I came home drunk on wine and guilt. Jax was waiting.
He didn’t ask questions. He simply bent me over the dining table and f****d me raw, hard and fast, like he was punishing me for still caring about my old life.
“You’re mine now,” he growled with every thrust. “Stop crying over that loser.”
I came screaming, my tears mixing with pleasure.
Later, as we lay in bed, Jax made me a dangerous promise.
“I can make sure Jimmy backs off completely. My club has ways. Just say the word.”
I didn’t answer. I was too scared to know what “ways” meant.
But deep down, I was starting to accept my new reality.
I had chosen Jax.
I had chosen this dark, addictive life.
And there was no going back.
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