Blake POV
Jax's grip on my jaw becomes like a vise, crushing my bones and making me gasp in pain. His face is inches from mine, his hot breath hitting my face. "I'm going to teach you and that mouth of yours a lesson," he snarls, his voice dripping with malice.
I struggle against his hold but it only tightens, cutting off my air supply. The smell of his arousal fills my nostrils. He wrenches my head up forcefully so I am forced to meet his dark, lust-filled eyes.
"Answer me," he demands, his fingers digging into my scalp as he pulls at my hair. "Do you crave punishment? Do you deserve it?"
With a swift movement, he releases his belt and pulls out a sharp knife from the side of his pants, not caring as it slices through his own skin. Pain is pleasure to Jax, and I watch in both horror a
