Giving Up Control

Chase POV

"You really want me to do this?" His words are quiet, and he bites against my lip.

"Why shouldn't you take something for yourself for a change?" I groan and feel his body pushing against mine hard. My hands stroke up, his neck.

He moves, and grips my hands, slamming them down onto the bed above my head, and using one of his hands to hold them in place. "Is this what you fucking want?" He looks at me, and bites against my lip again. "Why not just have Jax-"

"Don't," my word is growled. Fuck this, they do it to me. "You know what, at least Jax would agree and not run!"

He glares at me, his free hand going back to wrapping around my throat. "I fucking hate you!" His voice reverberates into me.

I can feel his heart racing against my chest, and I know I'm pushing him. I swallow, and he notices as his hand is still gripping my throat. His eyes drop to my throat, then roll back up to my lips. Something about the way he just fucking looked at me is a turn on.

He's looking at me like