Jax's cock slapped against Zharina's cheek again. The sound was sharp, a wet clap in the quiet room.
"Open it," he commanded, his voice low.
Her lips remained sealed, a thin line of defiance. Her eyes were wide, a mix of fear and stubborn pride.
He slapped her with his dick again, a little harder. The rhythm was increasing, his patience thinning.
"Open your damn mouth," he growled, his tone dropping, becoming more authoritative. It was the voice of the very same monster, the voice that demanded obedience.
A flicker of genuine fear finally crossed her eyes. Her resolve cracked. Her lips parted, just a sliver.
He didn't wait. He moved his hips forward, pressing his heavy sack against her mouth.
"Start licking it," he ordered. "And don't test me with this one. Trust me, you don't want to see me pissed."
Hesitantly, she stuck the very tip of her tongue out. It barely grazed his skin before she pulled back, a shudder running through her.
