The moan I let out betrays my thoughts, and probably steels up Axe’s resolve, among other things. His hands wander down to my hips, and his lips lower to my ear. His breath lingers along the nape of my neck and the side of my cheek. Goosebumps slide across my flesh with the closeness of his touch. As if to help me along, he tugs my hips backward until his erection presses hard against my lower back.
“I missed you today,” I hear myself admit before even thinking of saying something that weak.
He moans in my ear and slides a hand forward until it’s dangerously close to my lady bits. Definitely close enough to have wicked heat pooling between my legs, and possibly scorching my brand new lacy panties. Thank God I bought half a dozen of them. Axe stretches forward and shuts off the water.
“My room. Now,” he rumbles in my ear.
Axe takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen, down the back hallway and into his guest room.
“You’re staying in here with me,” he announces.
“I don’t know if your sister would like that.”
“It’s not her call.” His hands slip up to the side of my face, and tilts my head up. “You’re not leaving this room for the rest of the night.”
“We’ve got some chemistry going on, but you don’t own me.” I try to pull away, but his hands move down to my shoulders, fixing me in the spot. He’s so strong, and standing so close, my body is weak with need. “Let me go,” I tell him halfheartedly. “If anyone’s calling the shots in the bedroom, it’s me.”
“You didn’t get the memo did you?” he asks.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your days as a dominant are done,” he informs me, leaning in close again. “Do you want to know why?”
He’s standing too close again, affecting my ability to think, or even breathe.
“No,” I say in a faint exhale.
“I’m telling you anyway. You. Are. Not. A. Mistress.”
“I am,” I breathe out.
“You’re not. That’s not who you really are. And before this night ends, I’ll make sure you agree with me. Now, get on that bed, and don’t move an inch unless I tell you to.”
When I don’t move from my spot, Axe turns me around and backs me up until my calves hit the mattress. I lift my head to look up at him. I’m trying to be angry, but Christ, the way he speaks to me has me soaking wet with need. I don’t even know why, but I take a seat on the side of the bed.
“Good.”
“Why are you being this way all of a sudden?”
He sits beside me and studies my face. “Because deep down, this is what you want.”
I roll my eyes at the cocky, arrogant, sexy man. I want to find that voice of authority inside of me and protest, or get angry and demanding, but I can barely speak.
“I’ll be right back,” he says coolly, getting to his feet.
I grip on to his arm before he can stand. Axe reaches over and pulls me into his lap as if I’m light as paper. He runs his hand through my hair, leaving me weak and off balance as he grazes the back of his hand along my neck, and across my collarbone. I hold my breath, stomach drawn in tight from the tingles along my skin. He moves his hand down and lightly brushes over my breast, sending another wave of heat through my body.
“Just say it,” Axe states in a low, raspy order. “You don’t have to belt out orders anymore…not with me.”
“I’ll stay.” I don’t recognize that timid, vulnerable voice.
Axe lets his hand drift down my body, stopping at my mound. “You couldn’t stay away if you tried. You should know that by now. I hope you understand that tonight, I’ll do anything I want with you. No limits. Tonight, I own you. And tomorrow, you can tell me whether or not you want to go back to being Mistress Angel.”
With Axe’s hands stroking my tender breasts and massaging my mound, my brain can hardly process a thing. Still, I do my best to weigh whether one night with Axe holding the reins can be such a horrible thing.
“Okay,” I utter, biting back the groan of pleasure his hands instigate.
He pulls his hands away, and I’m tempted to grab them and place them right back on my body. “Okay is not the word I want to hear. Let’s try ‘Yes, Axe’, or ‘please, Axe’, and when I’m buried deep inside of you, ‘oh my fucking God, Axe’. Are we clear?”
Jesus, he’s really going to make me pay, isn’t he?
“Yes, Axe,” I repeat, certain he’s doing this to make a point.
“Fine. I want you completely naked. I’ll be back.” He slides me off his lap and starts toward the door with a wicked, sexy grin on his smug face.
Yes, he gets his point across, all right.
22
Angel
Axe slides into bed smelling like vanilla and something irresistibly musky. He’s probably just stepped out of the shower. He presses his naked skin against my back and grips me tight around the waist. I’m trying to have a little self-restraint, but at the moment, my body betrays me. My back presses against the sizzling heat of his ripped, muscular torso, and dammit, my hips roll for more contact with his throbbing cock on my lower back.
“This is all mine, sweet thing,” he whispers into my ear, pushing my hair to the side. He bites down on the sensitive skin behind my ear, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make me gasp from the sensation of pleasure and pain.
He runs a heavy hand down my stomach and comes to rest on my upper thigh, seeming to intentionally avoid the one spot where I need his touch. Exasperated, I start to wonder whether a night of submission is a good idea at all. I’m already frustrated and nervous and vulnerable, and way too aroused to have any sort of control. Which I guess is exactly the way he wants it. The worst part is that the only thing I can think of doing right now is tasting every inch of his skin.
“You’re tense,” he whispers.
“That’s only because—”
“Shhhh,” he says, cutting me off. “You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to. If you misbehave, I’ll have to punish you. Are you going to misbehave, Angel?”
I’m tempted to ask him if that’s a trick question. What kind of punishment can he possibly exact on my body that I haven’t already dreamed up?
“Answer me,” he orders.
“Yes, Axe,” I whimper, then realize that’s not what I meant to say. “I mean no, Axe. No, I won’t misbehave.”
“I don’t know if I believe you, but we’ll see.”
Axe grabs me by the arm, and with a tug, he turns me to face him. It’s not painful, but he probably doesn’t realize how strong he is. Or maybe he does. Either way, it gets my attention. Weaving his fingers into my hair, he leans and covers his mouth over mine for a rough scorcher of a soul-shaking kiss. He parts my lips, seeking out my tongue, clashing our teeth together as he explores my mouth. I hear myself groan out his name, and my body moves on its own. One of my legs has already slid up around his hips for my aching core to have some relief from his throbbing cock.
Axe pulls from the kiss and glances down at my leg, smiling. “You want to touch it, don’t you? And I’m betting you want to taste it too,” he says smugly.
I look up at him. What point is there in lying? “Yes Axe,” I admit, licking my lips.
“I know.”
He moves his hand over my bare breasts, groaning as his rough fingers circle the nipples and cup my flesh. My eyes close on their own, but really, I want to slide down his body and finally get an up close and personal look—and taste—of what he’s packing. Axe lets go of my breasts and grips my hair again, tipping my head up, searching my eyes. He rolls on his back and his thick, enormous cock springs up. My eyes go wide. How in the hell did that get inside of me?
“Go ahead, Angel. Touch it. Taste it. Do anything with your hands and your sexy, filthy little mouth, until I’m ready to bury it inside you.”
“Yes, Axe,” I say.
Getting on my knees between Axe’s legs, I study it for a moment. No way am I walking straight tomorrow. I
wrap one hand around the shaft, and lower my head licking the tip for a second. The groan he makes seems to echo from deep in his chest.
“Fuck,” he barks out, lifting his head to look down at my face.
I relax my jaw to take more of him in my mouth and without breaking from his gaze, lift up and lick my way down and up the back of his thick, rock hard length.
“Yes,” he groans, eyes darkening.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, taking more of his shaft in my mouth, all the while with my legs clenched together. Axe growls as I lower down his length to deliver longer strokes. His hips begin to buck, and his hand reaches up to the back of my head, driving more of his thick tip down my throat. He lets out a raspy groan, legs already shaking, but stops me and drags me up his body.
Without a word, he presses a condom into my hand, eyes dark with lust.
I swallow hard, already drenched and aching with anticipation. Ripping open the XXL condom wrapper, I take my time to roll it down his length. Axe sits up and grips my waist, pulling me on top of him. He parts my legs to make me straddle him. One hand roams back to my ass and the other inches up to cup my breasts.
“This is all mine,” he declares.
Letting out a shaky breath, I press my eyes shut and lift my hips. I take him in my hand, positioning myself. I groan as he begins to stroke my sensitive bud. My hips rock into his fingers, neck arching up as he flicks the tender, throbbing spot.
“I know how much you want this, Angel,” he says, eyes full of intensity. “But I need to taste you again.”
With what seems like no effort at all, he flips me over on the bed and spreads my legs, completely ignoring my pleas for him to take me right this second. Axe moves down the bed, slowly parting my thighs wider. Grabbing a pillow, he lifts my hips and slides it underneath. For a moment, he just sits like that. His eyes fixed on my face first, then slowly grazes down my body.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he groans. “And you know what? You’re gonna pay for this when you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Caressing my inner thigh, he ducks his head down and kisses a trail up to one hip. I’m already writhing from his promise of making me pay. His lips on my skin only serves to ramp up my need. As his mouth lowers onto my cleft, he reaches his hands up and cups each breast. He licks along my folds and circles my nipples at the same pace, causing my hips to drift up off the bed for more.
Axe moves his hands back to my thighs, parting them wide as he drives his tongue past my folds. I’m wet, and shaking, and close to the edge when Axe seems to lose all control. With one smooth movement, he lifts his head, drags me down the bed, and wraps my legs around his waist. His cock surges at my opening, easing up my tightness, inch by inch, until he’s deep inside of me. He grips my ass cheeks, settling himself as my core adjusts to his thick width. Making a slight motion with his hips, he pushes in deeper, and at the same time, he moves a hand over my throbbing cleft. He flicks it a few times, and my legs start to shake, my stomach seizes and my body ignites, catapulting me to an orgasm that has me seeing stars.
“Yes. Come for me, Angel,” he moans.
He does not stop even for a second, and that little rolling of his hips keeps the waves of an ever-intensifying peak rolling through my body. Close to crying from pure sensory overload, my body bucks as I lose myself, surrendering to the exhaustion. Axe picks up the pace then, sliding his massive rock hardness out of me a little more each time, and sinking into me, driving my mind out of my body.
He drives deeply inside me, one sharp thrust after the other, seeming to lose control. He grasps my hips and pulls back, all the way to the tip, and with a groan, he buries himself inside of me again. The sensory overload blows my mind each and every time, sending shockwaves from my core to every part of my body. Each movement hits deeper inside me and makes him a little more erratic, and in one or two or twenty more strokes, he moans out wildly.
His body tenses through his release as my channel tightens with a climax that seems to start from deep in my womb and takes me over the edge with him. Axe rocks back and forth some more, and slowly his body calms. Resting on top of me, he pants for air, cradling my body tight underneath him. After a few minutes, he pulls out of me, taking me into his arms as he stretches his legs out.
Axe’s burner phone goes off on the table and I nearly jump up through the roof. He groans and picks it up, checking the number.
“Fuck. I need to take this call,” he grumbles, moving out from under me to sit up. “What?” he answers gruffly, giving one-word answers throughout the call. He hangs up. “Sorry, doll. We’ve got business,” he announces, making his way to his clothes on the armchair near the window.
I pull the covers over me, staring at him as he removes the condom and gets dressed. I have no words.
“I won’t be long,” he says, kissing my forehead before he walks out the door.
I stretch out on the bed and close my eyes.
Axe has just confirmed it.
He’s my pattern.
23
Axe
I wake up to Nancy’s enthusiastic knocking on my guest room door. I open one eye and check the time on the clock. Six-fifteen in the morning. Fuck, is this the time people in the burbs get out of bed?
“Alexander,” Nancy calls through the closed door. “We need to get going. Kade says the two of you need the afternoon to get some things done.”
“Coming,” I groan. “Give me ten minutes.”
Rolling to Angel’s side, I press a kiss on her forehead and get moving. I’m showered, dressed and in the hallway in eight, just in time to see Nancy take the stairs down to the main floor, dressed as though we’re about to join an executive board meeting.
“Morning,” I greet her from the bottom of the stairs. “What’s with the power suit?”
Nancy looks down her body. “Oh, this old thing?”
I grin from my spot next to the stairs. “It’ll be an old thing when we’re done sorting through a gazillion boxes and pieces of furniture. Seriously, throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Oh, and grab some work gloves for that manicure you just got.”
“Oh no. We’re not organizing a gazillion boxes today,” she says, pointing her finger back and forth between us. “You’re organizing a gazillion boxes today. Do you want to know why?”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Let me guess. Does it have anything to do with the fact that you just got your nails done?”
Nancy stares at me for a long beat. “You’re doing it all because I’ve had to visit that depressing place once a year every year to renew the lease. You think your nightmares are bad? Try physically walking into them once a year and being reminded of every little detail.”
“Hang on, who told you I was having nightmares?”
“Like you have to ask,” she huffs, turning to leave through the front door. “Let’s get this over with.”
I follow her outside. “I don’t even know why you hung on to Mom and Dad’s stuff for all this time. You should’ve just gotten rid of it. We don’t need the reminder. I sure don’t. And you’re not hard up for money.”
She stops in the middle of the driveway and spins around. Tears are in her eyes. “They’re still our parents, Alexander,” she cries. “They may be gone, but that’s all we have left of them. You can’t just fixate on the night we lost them, you know? What about all the years before that?”
I’m beside her and have my arms around her shoulders that very instant. “Come on, don’t cry,” I beg, rubbing down the side of her arm to console her. I lean Nancy’s head on my side. “You know I can’t take it when you make that little whimpering sound…or that choking noise…oh God, the sputtering too,” I half-joke. “Awww crap, now you’re humming like a beached whale.”
“Stop that, you little shit,” she whines. My comment gets me a punch in the chest, but at least her crying has turned into a gurgle-like laugh. “Okay, let’s go.”
“No. You stay here,” I tell her. “You’r
e right. You’ve had to deal with this on your own for far too long. Just give me the address and locker key. I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t think so, brother dearest. Let’s do something together for a change.” She walks around to her Ferrari California T convertible. “Get in.”
“One sec.” I unlock my bullet-riddled truck and drag out a wad of napkins from the glove compartment. “Here,” I offer as I jump into the passenger side of her car. “Your mascara’s running, and there’s a bit of snot smeared on your cheek. Not pretty at all.”
Nancy smiles, but snatches the napkins from my fingers. “Awww, how sweet and tactless all at the same time.” She flips the sunshade down and checks her facial cleanup effort in the mirror before starting the car. “I’m glad to see you haven’t changed a bit, big brother.”
“Where’s the locker?” I ask as she reverses into the street.
“About twenty miles up the highway.”
I stare out the window. “Any chance we can open this baby up?”
Nancy turns onto the main street and fish-tails the sports car as she speeds up. “You mean like that?”
I smile. “Uh huh.”
We’re on the highway within minute. During the short drive, we sit in silence. I can just sense the questions forming in Nancy’s head. I know that familiar expression that flits across her face and quickly disappears. After a while, she glances over at me. “So... you and Angel, huh?”
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