by Marci Fawn
“What happened to her?” Axel sounds genuinely interested, but I don’t let his words fool me. He probably just wants to fuck me, and that’s where the niceness is coming from. He already said that he has no intention of helping me, after all.
He walks over to the bed, and my body immediately tenses up when I feel his proximity. I’m rigid as a statue, but all he does is take the blanket from the end of the bed and lay it over me.
His sweet gesture surprises me. I try to search Axel's eyes to find his true intentions, but he turns sideways so that I can’t see his face.
“Thank you,” I mumble.
And then I have a moment of madness.
“You can sit on the bed with me, if you want.”
I blush as soon as the words are out of my mouth, and now it’s my turn to look away. In a few seconds, I feel the mattress creaking below me as Axel lies down on the bed.
His posture is relaxed, while mine is nervously hunched over. I can’t quite meet his eyes, so I focus my gaze on the bedspread as I begin to explain my story.
“She disappeared a while ago.” My voice is soft, and I feel like I’m telling him a bedtime story. A fucked up fairytale with no princes and plenty of evil wizards.
“She dated this guy for a long time, and he...he didn’t treat her right.” My bottom lip starts to tremble as I delve into the story, giving Axel as much information as I have. Realistically, I know it’s not very wise to trust him, yet the words keep spilling from my lips. “…and I haven’t seen her since then.”
Finally, I finish, trying to regain my composure after admitting how Hunter attacked me. I see Axel’s fists tightening by his sides on the bed. He’s been struggling to hold it together since I got to that part of the tale.
I didn’t even need to look at him to know that.
“How long has she been gone?” he asks in a clipped tone.
“I haven’t heard from her in four months. It was over a year ago that she broke up with Hunter, but it seems like he never left her alone. I wanted to help, but it was clear that he was after me, too. That’s why I’m only just looking now.” I feel like I need to explain myself with that. The story makes me sound like a terrible, heartless sister. But really, I was just afraid.
“Where were you trying to go?” Axel wants to know next.
“Into the city. She worked in a club when I lived with her, and last I heard, she was still there.”
“What kind of club?”
I gulp, embarrassed.
“Dancing?” Axel pries.
I nod, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Which club?”
“Pussies Galore.” The words are dirty on my tongue, yet I force them out. “That’s where I was going to go first.”
Axel laughs next to me and I shoot him an annoyed look.
“So you wanted to hunt her down without any cash, gas or connections?” he says. “And with her ex probably on your tail, ready to grab you when you weren’t careful. Genius plan, Cherie.”
“Oh, screw you,” I reply, getting off the bed. I’ve just spilled my guts to him, and apparently all he can do in response is mock me, which annoys the hell out of me.
It also annoys me that he actually has a good point.
Before I can properly move away, he grabs me and pulls me closer. I resist, but it’s futile. Next thing I know, he’s pulled me into his lap, just like he did in the bar only an hour or so ago. It feels as if we’ve been with each other for much longer. Almost as if it's already been days since we first met.
But no, it’s barely been an hour, and he’s roughly pulling me closer to him like I already belong to him.
“Let me go,” I demand, but he just glares at me.
“I can help,” he says.
Our eyes are locked. I’m trying to see whether he’s honest, and he’s trying to fucking break me.
“I don’t need your help,” I snarl at him.
“Oh?” Axel grabs both my wrists with one hand, his other coming up to my face and gently rubbing my mouth. I part my lips, a sigh escaping. I can feel his rock hard abs beneath me, and his stiffness pressing against my clit.
Fucking hell, it feels good.
“I think you do,” Axel says, his finger trailing down my chin and throat before coming to rest on my collarbone. My breathing is ragged now, hoping he’ll do more yet at the same time praying he won’t.
I grind against him involuntarily. My body is succumbing… and the bastard grins like I just gave him his first ever Christmas present.
“Help me, then,” I say, my voice shaky.
Axel’s hands find my hips, grinding me against his groin. I gasp out loud.
“I will help you, baby doll,” he promises. He looks honest for once, like a nice guy. But then a shadow darkens his features and I know I won’t like what he’ll say next.
“And you, sweetheart...you’ll pay.” He looks like the devil himself when he grins at me, seeing how turned on I am.
But I’m the bigger fool, because I’m already nodding to his request, sealing my fate.
7
Axel
I'm surprised by her nod, but I don't let her see it. Instead I immediately pull her closer, licking my lips as I think about kissing her. I'm going to enjoy this.
No, scratch that. I’m going to fucking love this.
"What do you want?" Cherie whispers, her mouth so close to mine that I can taste her breath on my lips.
"I want you to ride me," I growl at her, my eyebrows knitted together. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, and I pull her forward until she gasps. "I want to fuck you raw, baby doll."
She looks shocked by my words, shivering like a leaf in my hands.
"I'm not a whore," she says, and I laugh her comment off.
"Everyone has a price," I reply. No one ever likes to hear that, but it’s damn well true.
Cherie shakes her head in anger, and just like that, our moment is broken. She slides off my lap and glares at me, pulling her shirt down as far as it will go. "You can't buy me, Axel. I thought this was quid pro quo, but you're not playing a fair game."
"Sweetheart," I say, my voice patronizingly sweet. "I don't play fair. Haven't you figured that out yet?"
She narrows her eyes at me and turns around to leave. I'm off the bed in a flash, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. She yelps but doesn't do much else to protest my actions. Soon enough, I've squashed her against my body again. "You gonna fight me?"
Her eyes are full of malice as she glares at me. "Every fucking step of the way."
My hands find her ass and I grab both cheeks. They’re firm yet round and full, ready for me. Ready to be spanked. Hard. Cherie shivers under my touch, shaking like a leaf. We both know she's turned on like never before in her life, begging for me to take this further. She may say one thing, but the truth is something quite different, and her body can’t lie.
I squeeze her ass, slowly lowering my mouth until it hits her hard nipples. She gasps out loud.
"Axel..." My name is like a soft prayer on her lips, begging me to keep going.
I roll her left nipple in my mouth through the thin cotton fabric of the shirt I lent her. Soft, shuddering moans escape her lips as I bite down. I'm not fucking gentle either, but she loves it, arching her body so her breast fills up my mouth. I move away for a second, and her raw gasp shows me how much she misses my mouth on her.
"So you want me to stop already?" I tease.
She doesn't need to know I'm too far gone in this moment to stop now. Even if the fucking cops and a SWAT team were banging at the door right at this second, I still wouldn’t be able to stop.
Cherie glares at me, struggling with her answer. She obviously wants to keep her dignity, yet she's too turned on to turn me down. Instead, she just shakes her head dismissively, but I'm a bastard, and I want more.
My left hand gently grabs her by the throat and my right one goes between her thighs, moving them apart. She takes a sharp intak
e of air, her legs shaky as I pry them open.
"Tell me you want this," I order her. "Tell me how badly you want to be fucked, or I'll stop. Right. Fucking. Now."
Cherie's eyes find mine, glazed over with lust and desire. "Okay," she breathes heavily. "Yes...do it."
"Do what?" I'm relentless, needing to hear the dirty words coming from those pristine lips.
"Fuck me, please, Axel," she begs in a raspy voice, and it's like I've broken a dam. My fingers tease the soft skin of her inner thighs and her head lolls back, needing so much more. "Please, Axel, fuck...please, I want to feel you inside me."
I spin her around as fast as I can, bending her over the bed as she begs for more. Her shirt rides up, revealing her perfectly toned ass cheeks. Fuck, she's beautiful. So young, so innocent.
I can't wait to fucking ruin her.
My hand cups her ass and I growl in her ear. Cherie arches her back against my chest, not as innocent as she first looked. "Dirty girl," I say to her. "You're so bad..."
She moans under me and my fingers slap her thighs wider apart, finding the soft spot between her legs. She's wet as hell, dripping with desire and the need to feel me inside. As I cup her pussy, she pushes her center into my hand and my fingers find her clit. I'm gently massaging the spot I know will drive her crazy.
"Fuck," she moans loudly, throwing her head back.
"Such a dirty mouth," I tell her. "Playing such a good girl, but you're filthy, aren't you, Cherie?"
She nods, her lips tightly pressed together as if to stop her from yelling my name. I plunge my index finger inside her and feel her tightness. Fucking hell, she feels amazing. So wet, and so tight around my finger. I can only imagine how delicious it will feel to have her riding my cock.
"Want more?" I tease, outlining her swollen pussy lips with my pointer finger.
"Yes," she breathes heavily.
"One more finger?" I taunt her, and she nods fervently.
"Please," she says.
"How many more?" I want to know.
"All of them," she begs, shivering under my touch. "Fuck me with all your fingers."
I stretch her pussy, pushing in two other fingers. Cherie arches her back for me, exposed in every way possible. Her pussy is dripping wet, begging to be ravaged, but she can't take another finger or I'll split her open.
"Filthy girl, you don't have room for more," I tell her. "I'll have to stretch you out if you want to take my cock in there."
She gasps and her whole body shakes. I grab her hair, pulling it back until she's forced to look at me. She's biting her bottom lip, her face twisted in ecstasy, her eyes firmly closed.
"Look at me, baby doll," I order her, and her eyes flutter open. "That's right. Look at me, come on my fingers."
Cherie groans and the vibrations coming from her body let me know she’s almost there. She rocks her body against my fingers, grinding and making me apply more pressure.
“Filthy girl, you like it rough, don’t you?” She’s turning me on in an unbelievable way. My free hand goes to my crotch, rubbing my rock-hard dick through my pants. She’s a wild one. Totally fucking wild.
And totally unexpected, I might add.
“Fuck, Axel,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come! I can’t...”
Her moans get deeper and her whole body tenses. I can feel her pussy clenching, the walls closing around my fingers and gripping me in a tight hold.
“Fuck,” she breathes heavily. And then she’s coming, her body shaking with waves of pleasure. I clench my fingers inside her pussy, feeling the pulse of her walls as she comes again. I wait until the vibrations are over, and she collapses onto the bed, her breaths shaky and heavy.
Finally, I remove my fingers with a delicious popping sound. I grab her chin, making her watch me as I lick them clean.
“So fucking sweet.” She’s blushing as I slap her ass, still up in the air. And then I walk away, trying to ignore the enormous hard-on she just gave me.
“Wait!” Her voice is raspy as she turns to face me, tired from what I’ve just put her through. “Don’t you want to...?”
“Want to what?” I ask her, grinning. I take off my jeans, making sure she can see my erection. My dick is standing to attention in the boxers I’m wearing, thick and pulsating with need for her. I stand in directly front of Cherie, and I can see her hungry eyes devouring my cock.
“Fuck me,” she breathes.
“Nah,” I reply. “You can’t take me yet.”
I can tell she’s about to object, so I walk back over, stripped except for my boxers. I climb into bed next to her and pull her closer. She’s breathing nervously, like she’s half scared of me hurting her, and half excited. She wants me to do more bad things to her.
“Sleep,” I order.
I expect her to fight back one more time, but Cherie does as she is told. She snuggles against my chest. Her heartbeat is becoming steadier as she winds down for the night.
In moment, my dirty girl is sleeping safe and sound, but my cock is still stiff as fuck. I hold Cherie with one hand, rubbing my dick with the other. My balls are itching, my shaft ready to be plunged inside her wetness.
I’m mentally cursing myself. It’s my own damn fault that I’ve given myself the worst case of blue balls known to man. Yet I couldn’t fuck her. Something was stopping me, a feeling I wasn’t used to.
And it’s still here.
“What have you done to me?” I mumble, stroking Cherie’s cheek as she snores softly, just like she did in the bar.
I don’t get an answer.
Slowly, the darkness pulls me under too, and I let it take me.
8
Cherie
“Good girl, be good for me now.”
He’s touching me, his dirty fingers running down my face as the tears start to come. His free hand roams between my thighs. He's checking for arousal that can’t be there, not for this vile excuse for a man.
He leans in closer, grinning devilishly and making me gulp.
“No one to hear you scream now.”
I wake up with a start, shaking so hard I almost fall off the bed.
Different bed.
Different sheets.
A man, whispering something unintelligible to get me to calm down.
My breathing is heavy and erratic, and I raise a hand to my chest, trying to slow down my heartbeat. My voice is raspy and hoarse as I try to speak. “What happened?”
“You had a dream,” the man tells me. “Just a nightmare, is all. You’re fine now, baby doll. No one can hurt you.”
I stare into his eyes for confirmation. They’re a deep brown, dark and unrelenting, and I can tell that he’s not lying. I’ll always be safe when this man is around.
Slowly, the details come trickling back. The bar, the hunt for Bridgette. The man in the room with me. An outlaw. A criminal, wanted for murder. A fucking killer I just let finger-fuck me…and I enjoyed it, too.
Axel Lake —wanted criminal.
“Shit,” I mumble, curling into a ball in the bed and trying to pretend none of this is happening. How could I have agreed to this? What have I been thinking? Am I insane?
Axel may have offered to help me, but what makes me think I can trust him? I should’ve run to the police the moment he let me go. I could have that reward money to find Bridgette with, and now I have nothing.
Nothing but him.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Axel’s voice is dark, and our eyes meet across the bed. Mine are dancing across his face with worry while his are determined and unrelenting. “You want to go to the cops, don’t you?”
He’s cold and distant now. I swallow the lump in my throat, staring at him, unable to form a coherent answer.
“Well,” he says, getting up from the bed and walking over to the fridge. “You can go right the fuck ahead. Ain’t no one stopping you.”
He opens the door of the fridge and pulls out a small bottle of vodka. He uncaps it and downs the contents in one go as I stare a
t him, wide-eyed and stunned. When he’s done, Axel locks eyes with me again, his gaze cold.
“Door’s right there.”
I look to the door, then back at Axel. He’s turned his back to me, true to his words. I could leave right now if I wanted to do that.
But do I?
I don’t even know anymore. He’s made me feel like no one ever has before. He made me come so powerfully that my entire body shook for what felt like forever, and it was fucking amazing. I’ve never had an orgasm before in my life—which is another secret that I’ve never told anyone. Not even my old boyfriend from back home.
I slip my legs out from the bedspread, touching the cold tiles on the floor. My eyes go to Axel again, as if looking for reassurance.
He’s another dangerous man. One that I really should be keeping away from. And yet somehow, I just can’t seem to do that.
He’s still turned away from me. Am I imagining it or did his shoulders just get tenser?
My breath hitches in my throat as my mind races, flicking from one decision to another. If I choose to rat Axel out, then I’m doing the right thing. He might deny killing this guy, but he’s happily admitted to me that he beat the shit out of him. If I don’t go to the police, then…
Well, I don’t really know what that will mean.
We both remain frozen in this moment, feeling time tick past us.
Tick.
The tension is thick in the air, like a lit match in a room filled with gasoline. Axel is still refusing to turn around and look at me. I can’t see his expression, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly how he’s feeling.
Tick.
My heart is pounding so heavily that I can feel it in my mouth. Can he hear it, too? What does he make of my confusion?
Tick.
Then the moment passes, and my mind instantly clears. I know exactly what I need to do.
A small sigh escapes past my lips. That noise is enough to make Axel’s entire body sag as if a weight has fallen from his shoulders. I watch him slowly spin around to look at me, and as soon as our eyes connect, I know for sure that I’ve done the right thing.