Jinx (Kings of Carnage MC) - Chelsea Camaron Page 0,32
feet one at a time for him to remove my shoes and pants. With the caress of a lover, he slides my panties down my body, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
His breaths come quicker as my own body seems to heat under his very touch. He stands and takes me by the hand, guiding me to the bathtub. Keeping my chest covered with one arm, I climb into the warm water. He presses a button and jets begin to blow around my body, seducing me into a relaxation I’ve never experienced. Leaning into the water, I close my eyes and begin to lose myself in the sensations of the bath.
“What’s your name?” I ask, hoping he will talk.
“Jinx.”
I blow out a frustrated breath. “Okay, look, I know that’s not your name. And I know you don’t owe me anything, and I owe you shit I’ll never be able to pay after wrecking your truck, but I’m naked as the day I was born, feeling vulnerable as hell, and all I would like to know is your name.” There, I let it all out. This man is infuriating. I know he doesn’t owe me anything, but geez, it won’t kill him to tell me his name.
“Koa Kalini, but everyone calls me Jinx, except my dad.”
I fill my lungs with a relaxing breath to finally know his name. Closing my eyes again, I lean back against the tub. His hands reach out to my shoulders and I jump at the contact so much so water sloshes out of the tub onto the floor.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he laughs. “You’ve had an eventful night, I’m glad you’re jumpy.”
“What?” I ask in complete shock. Who wants someone to be jumpy?
He moves to the side of the tub, and that’s when I notice, Jinx is naked. The massive man stands, his manhood long, thick, and not even fully erect, but without a doubt, it fits the huge build of this man. Tattoos cover his sides like armor in a tribal pattern. I’m surprised to see such intricate artwork on his body, since I didn’t see any ink visible on his arms or neck like the other bikers with him. But now I see he has tattoos that cover both of his legs, all the way up to his hips and down to his ankles, with the ink on his sides stopping just under his pecs in a way. Woven into the tribal geometric design, I see three Japanese Koi fish on his left side and a dragon breathing fire down his abdomen, almost as if it points to his dick on his right. I blink and blink again, unable to take it all in as the man climbs into the tub with me, splashing more water onto the floor.
“What are you doing, Koa?”
“I’m joining you.”
I blink stunned.
“I’m punishing you.”
“You said you weren’t punishing me tonight.” Fear grips me. I stop breathing. Nervously, I draw my knees up to my chest. He easily turns my body to put my back against his chest. “Calm down, Teineitiiti. I’m not going to force you to do anything. But I want to push you out of your comfort zone as you did me. That’s a form of punishment. We’re breaking boundaries starting tonight.”
“This is insane.” And she shakes her head whispering to herself, “who gets in a bath with sunglasses on.” I fight the urge to laugh.
“No, this is my world. You entered it. We play by my rules. So, be prepared, Teineitiiti, I’m going to make you squirm, scream, and so much more.”
My only thought as he begins to massage my shoulders while trying to coax me to unwind in the bathtub with him is this: of all the trucks to steal, why did I steal his?
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Jinx
“I lost my mind trying to understand yours.” Unknown- I don’t bother to understand others when often times I can confuse myself, Jinx
Mindfuckery can be an explosive release without a single penetration. I don’t know what it is, but I find myself both angry and aroused by Talia. That’s a dangerous combination for a man like me.
On one hand, I want to make her feel pain, not physically, but the kind that will leave her second-guessing her every move. After all, she stole my truck right out of my front yard. I don’t give a fuck that she watched her friend die, basically. She stole my truck. She touched what’s mine.
Every time I look in her beautiful brown eyes, though,