The word "mine" echoed in the chamber of her mind, a final, damning pronouncement. Panic, cold and primal, clawed at her throat. Her body, a moment ago a vessel of willing submission, now went rigid with a new, sharper terror.
Her sphincter clenched into a tight, panicked knot, a last, futile defense against the unthinkable invasion. Her eyes, locked on her reflection in the mirror, were wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful.
Jax felt her resistance, and it only seemed to amuse him. He chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated through her body, "Still a little fight left in you, huh? Good. I like it when they struggle a little."
He leaned back, and Alexi braced herself for the brutal, dry entry she was certain was coming. Instead, she felt a sudden, shocking wetness. He had spat on her asshole.
