Femme Fatale

Chapter Fifteen: Rematch

Jax was tossing and turning in his bed. Thoughts of Jo consumed him, rendering him unable to sleep. And when he would finally drift off, he would still see her in his dreams. He dreamt about her lips on his, about the softness of her skin, and about the way she shuddered when he took her on the floor.

Jax had been avoiding her the past few days, but he still couldn't get her out of his head. The house had resumed business as usual, but they had yet to decide on what to do with their hostage. Jax told his men he'd sleep on it before making a decision, and they hadn't discussed it since.

Another hour passed, and he couldn't take it anymore. He threw back his covers and stepped out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, then made his way to Jo's bedroom a few doors down the hall.

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Jo was fast asleep when the door her bedroom unlocked. She started to rouse only when she felt the bed covers shift. She blinked groggily until it registered that Jax had slipped under the covers with her.

"Jax..." she started to say, sleep still heavily in her voice.

"I don't want to talk," Jax replied, as he positioned his body between her legs. He rested his forearms on Jo's pillow, and looked down intensely at the girl who had been monopolizing his thoughts.

Jo stared back up at him in a daze. Then she felt him harden against her pelvis, and his intentions became clear as day. The fog in her brain disappeared, and it was replaced with anger. Jo was wearing only a tank top and underwear, and she did not appreciate that this uninvited visitor was hovering over her nearly naked body.

"Get off of me," she told him, trying to push him away. Unfortunately, the man was made of solid muscle, and he didn't budge. She was getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was?

"Get off!" Jo repeated, but he only smirked at her in response.

Jo slapped him across the face. The force of the slap caused his head to jerk to the right, and he grunted in pain and gritted his teeth.

"Do that again," Jax dared her, his blue eyes flashing angrily.

Her right hand shot up in an attempt to hit him, but this time he caught her wrist and slammed it back down onto the bed. Jo's eyes widened.

Jax bent down and kissed her roughly, putting one hand behind her head and pulling her face in closer. Jo put her hands against his shoulders in protest, trying to push him off.

After a moment of struggle, Jo finally relented. The initial anger and annoyance she had disappeared when his tongue met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. She could feel herself getting wet as he continued to kiss her roughly.

His scratchy beard tickled her face as he moved his mouth to her neck. He nuzzled her as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hot mouth kissing and sucking the sensitive part of her neck.

Jax kissed her collarbone and she trailed her fingertips gently on his back. Jo could feel the grooves in his skin that she left from their earlier session.

His fingers started to rub her clit through her silk underwear until they were soaked through. She squirmed in his grasp; the pleasure was almost too intense. Jax bent in to kiss her, and she could feel his lips smile against hers.

He slid her panties to the side, then teased her with his dick. He grazed it against her, flicking the tip in and out as he watched her with a wicked grin. Finally, he thrust into her, and she inhaled sharply.

Jax was bottoming out, pounding into Jo mercilessly just as he had done earlier in the week. Jo was moaning with pleasure and clutching at the bedsheets. The intensity with which Jax was fucking her was unbelievable. She had never experienced anything like it.

They made love angrily, desperately, as if the end goal was to hurt the other. It was a competition to fuck the other into submission, and they were both putting up one hell of a fight.

Jax was so big, he was hurting her, but the pain was layered with pleasure.

As he increased the pace of his thrusts, Jo began to moan louder. Worried that the others might wake up, Jax covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shh!" he hissed, but he secretly loved that she was unable to contain herself.

Jo attempted to shake off his hand, but when that didn't work, she bit him.

"Ouch!" he cried, pulling his hand back and shaking off the pain. She just laughed at him.

"Yeah? Is that funny?" he growled.

"Mhm." Laughter danced in her eyes.

Jax bent down and bit her bottom lip. Then, in one swift motion, he flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. Jo gasped with surprise at how easily Jax was able to position her, then gasped again when he smacked her on the ass. He pulled down her soaked underwear, then eased his dick into her.

Jax felt even bigger than before, and her eyes began to tear up as he moved in and out of her. It hurt so good. Jax wrapped his hands around her neck to steady himself, then continued to thrust into her from behind. The feeling of fingers around her neck added another element of danger, and Jo felt her pussy get even wetter with arousal. Her knees began to buckle, and her body was about to give out on her.

Jo cried out as waves of pleasure shook through her entire body. Jax grunted as he felt her vaginal walls tighten and pulse around his cock, and he began to thrust into her as hard as he could. He released into her with a groan, and they both fell into the bed, completely spent.

When Jax woke up a few hours later, he was surprised to find himself cuddling her. She had his back to him, and he had one arm under her neck as a pillow, and the other was wrapped around her. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

Jax laid his head back down on the pillow and groaned internally. He could feel the walls inside him shift and start to break down. She was so disarming, and he knew this was bad news.

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Thomas was about to execute a roundhouse kick to her face. Jo knew it was coming even before he did. Thinking quickly, she readied her body for the blow. She allowed his foot to make contact with her face, but she minimized the force by moving her body in the same direction as his kick.

Jo crumpled to the ground and held her face in mock pain. Her eyes welled with tears as she looked up at her brother mournfully. Thomas relaxed his body, guilt written all over his face for hurting his sister.

Suddenly and without any warning, Jo kicked Thomas's legs out from under him.

"Ahhhh!" he screeched as he fell on his back. Jo quickly flipped him over onto his stomach and bent his arm behind his back. Thomas writhed about but was unable to free himself from his sister's death grip. Finally, he smacked the mat with his free hand three times, admitting defeat.

Jo released her brother and jumped in the air. She let out a victory whoop, then looked over at her parents. Noah was beaming with pride, and Sophia smiled and nodded at her daughter. From that day forward, Jo rarely lost another match.