VAL’S POV
Jax just lay there, tied flat to my bedposts, looking up at me with those dark blue eyes.
He didn't struggle against the heavy leather straps. He didn't even try to pull his wrists loose. He just stared at me with that arrogant, stupid smirk, his chest rising and falling slow and steady under his unbuttoned shirt.
I leaned down, resting my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding hard under my palms.
"Not so tough now, are you, Vice President?" I purred, dragging my fingernails lightly down his stomach. "No gun. No bike.
No club behind you. Just you, completely stuck on my bed."
Jax let out a low, lazy laugh that vibrated straight through his ribs into my hands. "You think having me tied up means you're in charge, Valentina?"
“Huh, I scoffed internally. “What can he
