“We will never stop loving you, Baby Girl,” Jax tells me, his fingers grazing my pulse point. “That dead man cunt does not own any part of you. Julian does not own any part of you. We do. We own all of you, just like you own all of us, and that will never change, precious.” I shiver as one hand leaves my throat, tracing a path to the zip at the back of my dress. “And you’re going to give each of us an orgasm to prove that, aren’t you, Baby Girl?”
