Fierce Obsession: LA Ruthless: Book 4 (L.A. Ruthless Series)

Despite everything that’s happened in the past twelve hours, we managed to have a nice family dinner. Jax and my father played with Matthias and the boys while they spoke to my mom and me in code about who they think might be behind this. We didn’t come to any conclusions, but Jax has paid the money and has done whatever technological wizardry he does to ensure that he will be able to track where it eventually winds up.

It’s almost midnight and we’ve been talking non-stop since the boys went to bed a few hours ago, but still, we have no answers. I try to suppress a yawn but fail miserably.

“Time for bed, angel,” Jax says, wrapping an arm around me and kissing my forehead.

“Us too, princess,” my father says to my mom.

A few moments later, we’re all standing at the top of the stairs. I hug my parents goodnight.

“Night, amigo,” my father says to Jax.

“Night,” he replies, and then with a wicked grin, he adds. “Just remember, if you hear Lucia shouting Daddy, she ain’t calling for you.”

It’s clearly a joke, but my father doesn’t see it that way.

At all.

His face turns a deep shade of purple and his hands ball into fists. He bounces on his toes, like a boxer ready to strike, but sensing he’s about to punch her son-in-law in the throat, my mom puts a hand on his chest.

“Let’s go to bed, Alex,” she purrs in his ear, working her magic on him in the way that no other person on this earth can.

He falters for a second as he glares at Jax. “You’re lucky my wife is here, Decker, because if she wasn’t, I would shoot you in the fucking head.”

“Papi!” I say.

But Jax simply chuckles beside me. “Night, amigo.”

He takes my hand and we walk to our room. “Why did you have to provoke him when he’s only just calmed down?” I ask him with a nudge to his ribs.

“I’m sorry, angel, I couldn’t help it,” he laughs harder.

We go into the bedroom and close the door.

“Besides, I don’t ever call you daddy,” I say with a grin.

“I know.” He winks at me.

“You want me to?”

He grabs me by the waist, pulling me close and sliding his hands to my ass. “I’d rather you made me one.”

“Oh,” I whisper as the familiar fluttering builds in my abdomen.

He was only away from me for a day but it felt like so much longer. Chewing on my lip, I stare into his dark brown eyes as heat pools in my core.

“You know that biting that lip drives me crazy.”

“I do,” I purr. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Take off the dress. Now,” he orders before he walks to the bed and starts to undress.

“So bossy,” I pout as I peel my dress off over my head and toss it onto the floor. “Now what?”

“Lie down.”

I do as he says, looking up at him as I watch him undressing. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his hard, tattooed body that I love so much, before he pulls off his boots and socks. Then he crawls onto the bed, holding himself over me.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Luce,” he whispers, brushing my hair from my face.

“I missed you too.”

“You’re gonna need to make up for depriving me of your hot pussy now though,” he growls.

“I think you deprived yourself, cowboy,” I purr.

He scowls now. “Did you just talk back to me?”

I bite on my lip again. So, he’s in that kind of mood? “Sorry, Sir,” I whisper.

He flips me over until I’m lying on my front. “And you rolled your eyes at me when we were eating dinner earlier.” His hand glides over my back and he unhooks my bra with deft, expert fingers.

“Well, you probably deserved that,” I say, even though I don’t remember the alleged eye-rolling.

He slaps my ass hard, making me yelp.

“I think you deserve to be spanked hard, angel. To remind you who you belong to.”

I angle my head so I can look him in the eye. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“So who owns you?” He spanks me again.

“Ah!” That one stung.

“Who, Luce?” He brings his palm down again in exactly the same place.

“You, Jax,” I whimper.

“Yeah I do.”

“Who owns you, Jax?” I challenge him.

“You, baby. Only you.” He spanks me again before he crawls on top of me and starts tugging off my panties. I lift my hips to help him.

He rubs his palms over my stinging ass cheeks. “This ass is getting fucked tonight too, baby,” he growls as he slides his hands lower and spreads my thighs wide apart, dragging two fingers through my folds. “But I’m taking this hot pussy first.”

“Please?”

“You ready for me?” he asks as he lines his cock up at my wet entrance. “Because I don’t want to wait any longer to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I gasp. His spankings always make me ready.

“Good girl,” he groans as he drives his huge cock into me.

Taking my hands, he presses them flat against the bed on either side of my head, lying on top of me with his hot mouth against my ear, he nails me into the mattress.

“Your pussy loves my cock. I feel you squeezing me,” he growls. “So fucking tight.”

“Harder, Jax,” I pant, needing more from him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting his hips and forcing me up the bed. “You feel how fucking hard you make me?”

“Yes,” I whimper as pleasure rolls through my body, converging between my thighs. Every time he drives back inside me, my entire body trembles.

“This pussy is mine,” he says against my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe before he bites on it and tugs gently.

“Yours.”

“You make me feel like an animal when I’m fucking you. You know that? I can’t get deep enough inside you,” he growls, his deep voice rolling through my body.

“Please, Jax?”

“You want to come, baby?” he laughs darkly as he takes my hands and raises them above my head so he can pin my wrists with one of his huge hands, while the other slides beneath me and he starts to rub my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I hiss out on a breath and he rubs harder as he rolls his hips inside me. I come with a loud cry of his name as my body bucks beneath him like a rodeo horse.