She shows me another drawing. It’s Zane. I’m not surprised who he is, at all. He’s a knight. There is also Ma and she’s a priestess or something.
“Do you sell them?” I ask.
Sive gasps like only she can gasp and bobs her head at me.
“How much per drawing?” I question.
She shows me her thumb.
“One hundred?”
Sive giggles. “Onne.”
“You must be joking. They are worth much more. How much do you earn a month?”
She raises her palms and shows me twenty-five with her fingers. That’s a pretty rubbish income.
“I have an idea,” I say and take the drawing representing Zane, Ma and me, placing them on the bedside table. “I’m having a few drinks with the boys tonight in Blaze’s bar. I will take those drawings with me and ask Blaze whether he will be happy to buy them from you and hang them in his bar.”
Sive squeaks like a little happy mouse and climbs onto the bed. I’m disappointed that she doesn’t want to kiss me or something. No—
I’m fucking furious that she is not rubbing her body against mine. My eyes travel to the armchair where the unpacked stockings lie on the pile of clothes. She could put those stockings on and thank me properly for the stuff I bought for her.
“Are you mad with me, Sive?”
She sits on her heels and averts her face.
“I don’t want to hurt you, ya know.”
She crosses her arms over her breasts and looks to the side. He body freezes like she is a marble sculpture. It drives me fucking mad. My dick grows hard.
“I’m hungry,” I growl. “Make me a sandwich or something.” It’s her responsibility now.
Be around me. Don’t cut yourself off from me.
Sive jumps out of the bed and passes me. I grab her arm and hold her in place as her face winces in pain.
“I will take a shower now. When I finish, I want to see those stockings I bought for you on your legs. Understood?”
I’m insane. My dick is so hard that it aches. Sive sighs and pulls back but I clutch her other arm. My palm travels to her head and I wind her hair around my fist then hold her hand, guiding it to touch my hard on. My mouth brushes her ear. Sive’s palm trembles against the bulge in my trousers like she’s repulsed by me. I’m pure rage and pure hunger. Nothing more.
“Put those fucking stockings on,” I say and the tip of my tongue traces her ear.
She smells of shower gel and her hair is still damp, but I feel no remorse about leaving the greasy marks on her skin again. She could take a shower with me.
No—
I want her in the stockings.
I free her from my grip and back up. She freezes with her palms facing the ceiling and her lips forming ‘o’. With her lips pleading me to drive my cock into that sensual mouth of hers. I wink at her as I move back and go to the bathroom.
Chapter 12
Axel
I step out of the bathroom and go to the kitchen. Sive is standing at the kitchen worktop. She’s preparing a sandwich for me. She has put the stockings on but hasn’t peeled off her dress. I wasn’t precise enough. She looks over her shoulder and her eyes flick over my bare chest and jeans then drop to my naked feet.
I stride over towards her and she cringes into herself as my arms envelop her and my hands gather up her dress. I pull it over her head and toss it onto the floor.
Fuck, I’m embracing an every man’s fantasy. The underwear Wendy chose for her enhances her perfect curves and she looks like one fucking hundred percent of femininity. The stockings have been made for her slim legs.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasp into her ear.
It’s true. Sort of. I want to drive my cock so deep into her pussy that it will force whimpers from her beautiful mouth.
“A-xel,” she hums.
Her hands clutch the worktop as her back rests against my chest.
I can feel her rapid heartbeat under my wrist. Her chest rises and falls in an ardent effort.
“Hy-ppo-crite.”
“Maybe,” I say and plant an open mouth kiss on her neck. “You want me, Sive, don’t you?”
She gasps in her unique tempting way.
“I want you,” I say. “I want you so badly that if you don’t let me touch you now I will kill someone.”
Sive chuckles. “Hy-ppo-crite.”
“My sweet little mermaid.”
I bunch her wrists, entrapping her between my chest and the kitchen worktop and bite her neck. Sive squirms in my arms and settles her back against my chest more solidly.
It’s so different with her. She won’t tell me anything. I can only read from her body language and I need to know for sure whether she wants me. My fingers slide under her panties and I touch her mound, then move my middle finger down along her slit. She is so fucking wet for me. Soaking wet.
Her body jerks to the side, but I wrap my arm around her chest, immobilising her. We tumble towards the table and bend over the top. Her ass presses against my erection. It’s such a turn on that I could come if she just dry humped me.
“Relax Sive. I will only touch you. Nothing more. Okay?”
“O-kay.”
Her body tenses and wiggles as I slide her panties down to her ankles.
“Spread your thighs, Sive.”
She steps out of her panties and plants her feet apart. My forefinger finds her clitoris and rubs it gently.
Sive gasps and her body rocks beneath mine. With her, it’s like taming a kitten that has been beaten. Like balancing between strength and tenderness. Like I’m immersing myself in a total madness.
“Has anybody touched you like this before?” I rasp.
“Nno, A-xel.”
Of course not. She is all mine. I will be first to finger fuck her and to bury my cock into her. Somewhere in between I’m going to taste her pussy with my mouth.
My finger massages her fleshy nub and she starts breathing heavily. I bunch her wrists behind her back, bending her elbows, and pin her chest to the table with my weight so she won’t wiggle anymore.
It’s all new to her as is it to me. None of my women reacted like her. I can literally feel how intense it’s for her. The muscles of her body clench and release as she moans louder and louder. No sound escaping her mouth resembles anything I heard before. They are breathy, unique and only hers. And her scent is deliriously tempting. She smells just right.
My mouth touches her neck and I kiss my way down to her shoulder. I rub her clitoris harder, then slide one finger into her hot pussy. It’s a drenched heaven, so tight that even my little finger is too much.
Sive lets out a throaty groan and shivers.
“Sive, I wanna make you feel good. Just let go.”
“A-xel,” she hums.
My finger pumps in and out and her moans turn into low screams. She wiggles again like it is too much for her, but I hold her in place and massage her clitoris with my thumb. Her juices leak from her pussy as her body becomes taut. Her breath halts, and her inner walls contract around my finger.
I wait until she stops shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm then I straighten and lay her on her back. Her heels dig into the edge of the table. I part her thighs and pull her bra down, leaning over her. Now it’s my turn. Her mind seems to be still in a haze, and her wide eyes stare at me like she can’t see anything. And I stare at perfect tits that belong only to me. My mouth starts devouring them.
Sive wraps her arms around my head as I draw her hard bud into my mouth and bite her nipple. The tip of my tongue trails circles around it as my fingers roll her other nipple.
“A-xel.”
I’ve never heard anybody humming my name like that.
“Touch me, Sive.”
I lift her to a sitting position and open my trousers impatiently. My hard dick springs out and her eyebrows arch at the sight of my erection. Her face wrinkles, and for the first time in my life, I feel nervous with a woman.
“Ju
st touch me, Sive.”
I will go mad if I don’t get the release from the pressure building within me. Sive bobs her head at me and my heart races like I’m a teenager again.
Women love my dick, but only Sive’s opinion matters to me now. I want her to be crazy about my member. But she looks surprised, shocked even. Maybe it’s too much for her.
“Sive,” I say and kiss her lips.
It’s a fucking bad luck. I will have to jerk off in the shower again.
We kiss gently and suddenly her fingers close around my cock.
The awareness that such a pure woman is touching me strips me of control. She’s never had a dick in her hand, never even seen a real one. The primal animal in me growls in excitement. I cover her hand with mine and guide her how to stroke me. And it’s perfectly imperfect.
I lay her on the table again and lean over her as her tiny hand is jerking me off. I don’t need much. A few strokes only. My orgasm starts to build and heat shoots through my legs and feet like an electric current. I know I will come hard. I urge her to stroke me harder as my toes curl and the earth shattering pleasure ripples through me. My cum spurts onto her stomach and breasts. I moan and my head drops onto her shoulder.
For a moment, I’m deaf and my vision is cloudy, then my lips search for hers.
I didn’t even sink my dick into her, but I feel amazing. Everything is as it should be.
“Axel,” Zane’s voice resounds from a distance like a blurry echo.
It’s like a hallucination; it doesn’t exist. The fog in my head rejects it.
“Axel,” Zane says louder.
Sive stiffens underneath me.
“Axel,” Zane growls. “For fuck’s sake. Axel.”
“Fuck off, Zane,” I mumble.
“There is some business to do,” Zane says in a cold voice. “I need your fucking ass in the office.”
I straighten and pull Sive into my arms. Her chest clings to mine as she buries her face into my shoulder. I correct her bra and cover her ass with my arm.
Zane gazes at her with burning eyes and I’m sure he wants to fuck her as badly as I want to fuck her. But there is business to do. I zip up my trousers and kiss Sive’s lips. She glances at me with her glassy eyes. Tears flow down her cheeks.
“It’s only Zane, baby,” I say and my chin juts forward. “Get out, Zane. You are making her feel uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t answer your phone,” Zane says.
“I was busy,” I say. “Sive, baby, don’t pay attention to him, okay?” I pull away from her and pick up her dress, then pull it on her.
Zane doesn’t move and I know that I’ll have to talk to him seriously, maybe break his nose or knock his tooth out.
“Get out,” I repeat and Zane backs up, his expression frowning like he’s awakened from a deep sleep.
I pull Sive to me, kissing the top of her head, and shove her towards the stairs. “Bring those drawings I put on the bedside table. And one of my t-shirts.”
Sive hurries upstairs and I admire her legs for an instant, then tear off a piece of kitchen towel and wipe my abs from my cum.
Sive returns with the t-shirt and drawings in her hand. She passes them on to me and watches me with curious eyes as I pull the t-shirt on.
“I will be late,” I say. “You just go to bed, okay?”
She bobs her head, backs up and rushes towards the stairs.
“Sive,” I growl and catch her on the third step.
Something is wrong with her. Or with me. I need to kiss her before I leave and she doesn’t seem to need the same.
“Sive,” I murmur, grasp her waist and plant her on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.
“A-xel,” she hums and beams a smile at me.
“My phone is on the coffee table. Call Zane if you needed anything, okay?”
I cup her face in both my hands and kiss her lips. It’s so difficult for me to break this kiss, painful like I have a burning wound in my chest, and I don’t want to go, but I have to.
“The Wi-Fi password is on the fridge,” I say.
I kiss her again, deeper, harder. Sive steps back and sits on the stairs, jerking her hands down for support. I kneel in front of her with my elbows at either side on her ass.
“Eat something,” I continue and plant a kiss on her chin. I’m clingy like a woman. I just can’t stop kissing her. Zane was right. She’s a little thing to caress. “Tomorrow, I’ll do some shopping. We can go for a walk or something.”
“Axel,” Zane growls from behind me. “You will lick off her whole skin.”
“I’m coming,” I snap, rising to my feet.
I steal another kiss from Sive, pick up my cut and slip into my boots.
Chapter 13
Axel
I close the door behind me and Zane’s eyes strike lightning at me.
“The guys like us don’t touch the chicks like her, huh?” Zane says.
“I didn’t even fuck her, Zane. She’s a virgin. I have to be slow with her.”
We walk towards the garage back door that leads straight to the office.
“I get it,” Zane says. “She went under your skin, and you are lying to yourself that she didn’t.”
“I have just stopped lying to myself.”
“Don’t fuck it up.”
“I’m mad about her, Zane. Really. I’m sick without her. I just need to think about it. I can’t focus on anything when she’s around.”
Zane chuckles. “You’re very focused on covering her whole skin with your saliva.” He nods at me with a wide grin parting his lips, and I wonder whether he’s trying to be polite or really is the best brother I could wish for.
I shrug and extend my arm to pull the door open.
“It’s one of Samael’s bulls,” Zane says, changing the topic.
The fucking business. Even the thought of what Samael has for me this time casts a shadow on the joy I’ve just shared with Sive. She doesn’t belong to my world and I don’t belong to hers but I don’t want to think about the future. There is none for us. There is only the present for us. I will have to kill someone if I allow myself to think about the future. The future when there is no Sive around me.
We enter the office and my eyes travel to a man of my age, looking like the embodiment of a Russian Mafioso. He’s Samael’s most trusted man, Kolya. His hand glides over his short blonde hair and he lets out a hoarse chuckle as he moves on the stool at the desk. His cold blue eyes glance at me like he’s sending me a warning.
“Zdravstvujte,” Kolya says. He has a Russian sounding accent.
I extend my arm and shake hands with him, then notice a thick A4 envelope on the desk. The details of a target to hit, I’m one hundred percent certain.
“Somebody is messing with Samael on his territory?” I ask and place Sive’s drawings on the envelope.
“As always,” Kolya says and smoothes his enormous palm up and down the front of his leather cut.
“How much time?” I ask.
“No rush,” Kolya says. “Enjoy your little angel for a bit longer.”
Fuck, they already know about Sive. Why did I expect that I could hide her in my house and nobody would know about her?
“The police are sniffing around one dead fuck on the road,” Kolya says. “Heard of him?”
“Nope,” I say.
It looks like I killed the sick fuck who attacked Sive, but he was lost to society and nobody will cry over him.
“They are asking about that little angel of yours,” Kolya says.
“Her stepdad wants her back, but she prefers to live with me,” I say.
“That’s what I thought.” Kolya pats his abs with his palm and Zane rummages around the office to find a bottle of vodka.
Kolya grins at the sight of the bottle as my brother pours the alcohol into three shot glasses, and we empty them in an instant.
“Also a bit of cash,” Kolya says.
Of course, I expected him to bring some money to wash it
in my garage. We’ve been doing that for Samael for years, small sums to stay off the radar of the police. Boulder introduced me to the business when I was sixteen and he was still running the garage.
“Sure,” I say.
We have another round of vodka and Kolya raises himself from the stool.
“Thinking about the agreement?” he asks as a grin creases his face. “Two beautiful women to choose from. You’re a lucky man.”
“Boulder needs more time,” I say.
“No rush,” Kolya says, bows his head at us and leaves the office.
Zane drops onto the stool as I open the small strongbox below the drawer and throw the envelope inside. No rush. I will enjoy my timelessness with Sive for a bit longer and then think about the business.
Zane grabs Sive’s drawings and looks at them with interest.
“Sive’s?” he asks.
“Yep.”
“She has a talent.”
“She is a very talented little mermaid indeed.”
Zane takes a deep breath. “I can do this job instead of you. You have Sive now and I have nobody.”
“No, Zane. It’s my job. Boulder was clear enough that you would stay off the business for as long as possible but thanks for offering your help.”
“Sure. I will look after Sive in case—“
“I have no doubt about that, but there will be no such need. She is staying with me.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know yet. Get back to work.”
He bobs his head at me, tossing back his hair, and rushes to the door. I stare at the angel drawn by Sive and stifle my urge to return to her. Instead, I go to help the boys.
It’s very busy. We finish after six and go straight to the ‘Jilly Jet’.
Boulder and Blaze are sitting on the bar stools as I walk in. My eyes spot Wendy at one of the tables. She’s chatting with Lisa.
I approach Blaze and put the drawings on the counter in front of him.
“Interested?” I ask.
Blaze looks through the drawings, but his expression doesn’t betray any emotions.
“Three hundred and I want more of them,” Blaze says as he smoothes his beard with his fingers. “Who has drawn them? Your kid?”
“My kid,” I say. “Thirty and they are yours.”
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