The glob of cum on Jax's fingers seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a glistening, pearly testament to his dominance.
He held it there, a mere inch from Alexi's trembling lips, the scent of it, a raw, masculine, and deeply erotic musk, filling her senses and making her head swim.
Her mind screamed in revulsion, but her body, a traitorous vessel, responded with a fresh wave of that horrifying, liquid heat pooling in her core. Her pussy throbbed as her lips trembled, desperate to taste it.
"Open," Jax commanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal.
Tears streamed down Alexi's face, hot and shameful. Her lips parted, not in willing obedience, but in the slack-jawed surrender of the utterly broken.
He pressed his fingers into her mouth, coating her tongue with the thick, salty-sweet fluid. The taste was overwhelming, a direct injection of his essence, of his power. It was humiliating, degrading, and a dark, forbidden part of her soul craved more.
"Swallow," he ordered.
