The silence that fell in the room was thick enough to be sliced with a blade. Astra's orgasm, which had been a screaming, shattering peak just moments before, evaporated in an instant, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated horror.
Her purple eyes, which had been rolled back in bliss, flew wide open, the pupils shrinking to pinpricks as they locked onto the figure standing nonchalantly by her door.
Jax.
He wasn't angry. He wasn't disgusted. He was just… watching. A slow, sly smirk was tugging at the corners of his lips, an expression of pure, predatory amusement that was somehow more terrifying than any show of anger could have been.
His golden eyes glinted in the soft light of her room, missing absolutely nothing: the way her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
The glistening wetness on her fingers, and most damning of all, the dark piece of his own underwear still clutched in her other hand, held against her nose like a holy relic.
