Jax's golden eyes darkened with predatory lust as he looked down at Alexi, whose body was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed from him.
Alexi when she was in this state didn't want tenderness or romance, she wanted to be used, to be treated as nothing more than a toy for his pleasure, a pathetic little slut whose only purpose was to satisfy his every desire.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with dominance, "Already spent and I've barely even started with you."
He withdrew his fingers from Natasha's dripping core, ignoring her whimper of protest. His full attention was now focused on Alexi, who watched him with wide, worshipful eyes.
He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. "You want more, don't you? You want me to fuck you like the desperate little toy you are?"
