“Get your stuff. Let’s go,” I growl in her ear.
“What?” Her eyes are slightly puffy, probably from crying. Nothing about this day has been great.
“Not now.” I adjust myself. She looks confused but grabs her bag, and I lace our hands together as I walk us out.
A cool breeze flows in through the back door to the kitchen. Rather than deal with questions from Cindy and Charlie, I steer us around the bucket of soapy water that props open the door. Victor is busy spraying the mats as we pass, and Antoinette smiles and waves at him. Smiling back, he shakes his finger at me.
“I’ll take good care of her, Victor. Don’t you worry.”
“I have faith.” He smiles and for a second, I’m uncomfortable. What the fuck am I doing?
“Today’s been rough. Let’s go home and order pizza. We can watch whatever you want.” She looks up at me and flashes a genuine smile. Stopping, I pull her to me, our lips inches apart. “I want to fuck you in your ballet shoes.”
She tilts her head so that her puffy lips almost touch mine. “They’re called pointe. You want black, pink, or white?”
“Well, black of course. You gonna dance for me?” I inhale and take her lips as if we’re one. She moans, and her nails dig into my shirt as I deepen the kiss. Something is changing. Maybe it’s the adrenaline of the day, the thought that something bad could have happened. Whatever it is, I want her home, in my bed.
“Let’s go.”
ANTOINETTE
My stomach, which was iffy all day, has magically recovered. I guess all I needed was him. Maybe the crappy start of my birthday will end strong, considering his vibe is different. It’s much better than when he pulls away. To be honest, this roller coaster is exhausting. If we could cuddle and sleep, I’d be happy as long as we’re connected.
As we enter the clubhouse, he takes my hand, and I smile at a few of the guys. Rip seems to be the friendliest, although I do like Ryder. For whatever reason, he seems to be on the fence with me. Maybe it’s because I’m close with Cindy. Whatever, I like him.
A few are playing pool and talking in the corner. Other than that, it’s quiet, as if we’re waiting. God, if this has to do with creepy guy… I shiver and tighten my hold on his hand.
“Is something happening?” I whisper as we walk up the stairs.
Axel looks down at me. “Yeah, the creepy guy at the restaurant is Eve’s brother.”
I almost trip on the next step. “What?” I hiss.
“Yes.” It’s clipped. He pulls out his phone, which is vibrating, and the queasiness in my stomach is back. Holy shit, that’s who he reminded me of. Why is Eve’s brother a creeper?
We stop at his door and he unlocks it, swinging it open. “Axel, I feel bad. I think he’s insane.”
He snorts. “He’s a murderer, and I’m ready to put a bullet in the guy I had watching you for not alerting me earlier.”
“Wait. What?” My head is spinning.
Grabbing his pipe from the dresser, he lights up. “I have a guy watching you.” He holds the smoke in, his eyes narrowing on me, and I feel warm all over. He’s had someone watching me. That has to be positive.
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine.” He says it so matter-of-factly I almost start crying or dancing. Either way, my heart flutters at the way his eyes have darkened.
He wants me.
Kicking off my shoes, I stretch, arching my back, trying to be sexy.
“Come here, Antoinette.” His sapphire eyes are like sparkling black orbs and I’m instantly wet.
As I walk toward him, he tosses his cut, followed by his shirt. Without warning, I struggle to breathe. He brings the pipe back to his full lips and lights up again. My stomach flutters as his tan hands reach for the back of my neck, and I part my lips and inhale the smoke he gives me.
“That’s my girl.” His thumb travels over my lips and trails down my neck to rub my nipple through my T-shirt. “Strip, Cookie.”
Already feeling those tiny, wonderful tingles, I exhale. And I smile, not even remembering why I was ever worried he didn’t like me. I have enough love for both of us. As I toss off my shirt and bra, he watches me get naked.
Unbuttoning his jeans, he kicks them off. I swallow as he reaches for his thick, long cock and strokes it.
“Shower,” he demands, and I simply follow. Axel enjoys his showers cold, but it’s pleasantly warm. I blink the water out of my eyes. Everything is more heightened. Axel’s always intense, but now my breathing becomes choppy when his hands cup my face.
His eyes. They’re mesmerizing. Power radiates off of him and into me. He looks down at me, his thumb rubbing my cheek. I think I might have stopped breathing because the raw need I see makes me slightly dizzy.
I’m so screwed.
I fell in love with him the moment he hopped up on that stage. I may have lied to myself, but from the second I looked into his eyes, I knew. Just like I was born to dance, though that was taken from me, a missed opportunity. But Axel? I’m not missing this one.
“On your knees,” he says, and I smile, letting my wet body slither down his. Water cocoons us in our own world, and I want to lick the wet droplets trickling down his tan, muscled abs.
“Open, and breathe through your nose, baby.” His hands wrap tightly in my wet hair as he guides my mouth onto his warm, velvety shaft. Blinking the water out of my eyes, I try to relax enough to take his cock further than I ever have before. He groans and shoves my head forward, prompting me to take him deeper inside.
“That’s it. Fucking take my cock.”
As he roughly fucks my mouth, I gag. Back and forth, he makes me go deeper than I ever have.
“Yeah. Like that. Suck.” He holds my head tight and jerks off in my mouth.
“Look at me.” The water spills down my face while he roughly jacks himself off, his grunts and my panting echoing around us. As I lift my head, he groans my name and warm strands of milky cum hit my lips, neck, and breasts.
“Mine. All of this body is mine.” His eyes are almost black and he seems far from satisfied. My clit is sensitive and full, and I’m so ready. All I need are his fingers, cock, mouth. He reaches for me, his mouth taking mine. It’s hard, demanding, and I moan into it. Maybe I can come with only our tongues twisting together. I’m that close.
With one hand, he grabs my face. His black lashes, spikey with water, reveal his blue eyes and his full lips form a grin as he raises my face to his.
He kisses me. No, he takes my lips and fucks them with his tongue so hard that I’m positive they’re swollen and bruised.
Holy fuck, he’s not holding back. My nails dig into his wet chest. On a groan, I reach for his still-hard cock. Lifting his head, he smirks then spins me around to grab the soap, quickly washing me, and by quickly, I mean fast and that’s it.
What the hell? His hands are barely even touching me and we’re in the shower. Axel loves to fuck in the shower. He rinses us off, turns off the water, and steps out.
I’m so shocked I can barely move. I almost scream as he wraps the towel around me.
“Go put your pointe shoes on.” He kisses my wet forehead and I moan in frustration as he walks out, leaving me ready to take the edge off myself.
“And don’t you dare touch yourself.” My eyes dart over to the door. He’s not there, but either he’s a mind reader or he’s getting to know me too well. I lean my head back and look straight ahead. My flushed reflection in the mirror greets me.
Very well. He wants me in the pointe shoes? I smile at my reflection. Pointe shoes he’s going to get.
Grabbing the towel, I dry off and quickly apply moisturizer. Then I start with black eyeliner and mascara, followed by red lipstick. Rubbing my lips together, I lean in closer. My lips are definitely bruised. The red lips make my beauty mark stand out. Twisting my wet hair, I arrange it in a tight ballerina bun and dab on a small amount of vanilla perfume. My new bottle sits next to it, the crystal glass sparkling along with my mak
eup, face cream, and toothbrush.
My mind drifts back to that first day when he had only a bronze toothbrush holder. Now his counter is littered with my stuff.
I smile as I walk out and take out my black pointe shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip them on and tie them up. They’re new and need to be broken in, but tears sting my eyes at how beautiful they are. Slowly I stand and go straight on my toes.
“Antoinette.” His gravelly voice makes my arms pebble with excitement. I walk into the other room with nothing but my black pointe shoes and red lips.
And then I freeze.
He sits like a king.
Naked.
His muscled legs spread, arms resting on both sides of the leather chair. His physical beauty is startling. He’s so striking, imposing, I can barely take a full breath. I planned to make him grovel, make him unable to breathe, but as I blink at him, that’s gone. He has a round chocolate cake on his lap, covering his cock.
And I die.
Thankfully his eyes rake over my body, lingering on my erect nipples and pussy.
“On your toes,” he says.
I lick my lips, slowly rise to my toes, and spin toward him, stopping right in front.
“Open these legs. I want to see my cunt,” he growls, and I smirk, almost mimicking his expression as I spread my legs and get back on my toes.
“You like cake, Cookie?”
My skin feels feverish as I nod and whisper, “Yes.”
“Come closer.” His voice is magical. Taking two small steps, I’m close enough to smell his addictive scent. The chocolate frosting pales in comparison.
“Leg on the top of the chair,” he directs. I can’t help but moan. Slowly, gracefully, as if I’m in a ballet, I lift my leg to my ear and spin, stopping when my black pointe shoe is next to his ear. He looks to his right, his hand easily grabbing my ankle and lifting my shoe to the back of his leather throne.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Look at how slick and swollen this cunt of mine is.” He leans his head slightly forward, allowing his tongue to suck gently on my clit.
“Yes,” I groan, not even caring that I’m loud. If he doesn’t make me come soon, I might lose my mind. I lean into him, but he rests his head back, and this time I do growl.
He cocks his head. “Who’s in charge of you, Antoinette?”
“You,” I say. It’s not pleasant; it’s full-on bitchy, but come on. I let him fucking shoot his load all over my face and tits.
He smiles. “You’re greedy. I’m spoiling you.” He grabs my ankle before I can move it.
“Don’t do it, my love,” he purrs, and his breath stimulates my swollen clit. Ours eyes lock. The room sizzles with my pent-up need to come and the very real possibility I might burst into tears because he said my love.
He lets go of my ankle and dips his finger in the chocolate frosting, holding it up to my lips.
“Suck.” My eyes narrow, but I lick my puffy lips and take his finger, letting the sweet frosting melt down my throat. He lets me suck it all, then pops his finger out of my mouth to grab another dollop, but this time he smears it on the lips of my pussy. I moan and almost beg. Maybe I should—he’s never done this before.
“That’s it, baby, now bring that sweet cunt straight into my mouth.”
He’s so nasty, I can’t help but whimper even before his mouth tastes my wet pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I scream as he sucks on me at last. Arching my back, I reach for him while I shake and pulse. As I soar, white light and black dots appear before my eyes and I orgasm in his mouth.
Somehow the cake is gone. I know this because Axel is guiding my hips, gently lowering me onto his hard cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He grunts as I make a noise I’ve never heard before.
“Jesus.” He leans his head back, letting me adjust to his size. Mine must roll forward because he’s kissing my face, my lips, my eyelids.
Then I shiver as he says, “Fuck me.” Our eyes lock and at once, I’m unleashed. Doing what he says, I grab the back of the chair and stand on my toes. Lifting up, and in one fast thrust, I start to fuck him hard. Up and down, I pound on him.
His eyes are heavy, lidded, as he watches me. “You’re perfect,” he hisses. “Rub that wet cunt on me.”
I groan and obey, whimpering. Latching my nails into the back of his neck, I pant into his mouth.
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?” he murmurs. “Fuck me.” His hands grab my ass as he rocks me back and forth on him. And this time, I scream as pulsing pleasure bursts through me and I convulse on his cock.
“Christ, this cunt is tight when you come.” His eyes darken and his nostrils flare as the world disappears and I’m floating with him in nothing but pulsing waves of pleasure.
“Fuck, Antoinette.” He lifts me up and down, his thick cock swelling.
“Axel, I can feel you,” I murmur, staring into his eyes, my pussy continuing to pulse.
“Baby,” he hisses as he stops my thrusting.
I see it.
His eyes change, a flicker, a light. It’s as if both our souls are intertwined as he orgasms. It takes my breath away. His fingers dig into my ass. His cock pulses, filling me up. I can barely catch my breath. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but this moment, this very second as our bodies are one. Our lips touch as we breathe in and out and I’m undone by him.
Completely destroyed.
I can’t move. I want to feel like this forever, floating only in our world. His hands leave my ass to cup my face while his sapphire eyes focus on me. He’s almost desperate in his perusal.
“Axel.” It’s gravelly and full of emotion, but for that split second I thought he was going to tell me what I desperately need to hear.
He doesn’t. He brings my lips to his as he kisses me. It’s slow and gentle and I sigh into it. Slowly he lifts me up, and, barely able to stand, I reach for the chair. My legs are shaking. He steadies me and walks over to reach for his cigarettes. My eyes follow his body—it’s beyond hot. He’s all muscle, his arms and back covered in tattoos that range from music to Greek gods. I don’t move as I watch him light the cigarette and inhale. He looks over at me, his eyes unreadable.
I start to walk toward the bathroom to take a quick shower, saying over my shoulder, “Pepperoni and basil, please.” He did say we were gonna order pizza and watch whatever I want. Also, he got me a cake. I smile.
Just don’t do what Eve and Dolly did. Doug’s voice rings in my head. I can completely understand them. These emotions I’m having are consuming, addictive, and scary. Eve got pregnant and Dolly stabbed Edge, both wanting their man so desperately, fiercely, that they were willing to risk it all to win.
They fought dirty.
What scares me is I completely get it.
AXEL
It’s late, well late for me. I look up at the ceiling and try to ignore my morning hard-on. My dick should be sore and tired after fucking all night.
Unfortunately, now that my body is ready to fall into a deep sleep, I need to drag my ass out of bed. On instinct, I kiss the top of her head as she mumbles and snuggles her nose and lips tighter into my neck. Somehow this has gotten complicated. I’m at war with myself. Last night was not casual. Nothing about us, her, is casual.
“I need to take a shower, babe.” This time I do sit up. She snuggles deeper into my pillow.
Standing I grab a pack of cigarettes, letting my eyes trail over her face and body, which is slightly tangled in the sheets. Light and dark, her long, defined legs look like soft-serve vanilla ice cream next to my dark sheets.
Untouched by anyone but me.
I light up and open the window, looking out at the sunny day. The chrome on the bikes flashes in the morning light. Squirrels twirl around the tree. Other than that, it’s still, almost as if the birds are waiting for the chaos to unfold—like children daring themselves to see how long they can hold their breath.
Inhaling deeply, I let the nicotine w
ake me up. “Everything okay?” Her voice. I’m fucking addicted to her slightly raspy voice.
“Yeah.” I turn. She’s sitting up with perfect posture. Everything about Antoinette is delicate and graceful. Her hands rest in between her crossed legs, the black sheet covering up her pussy but leaving her breasts bare. I have to fight to stop myself from rubbing my chest where my heart is.
“You need to stay home today.” It comes out harsh and she shoots me a glare. As she stretches, her small breasts and her fucking nipples make my cock throb, and I almost laugh. Since when do I like small tits? Since her, I guess.
Ironic.
She frowns. “Axel. I’m scheduled. I’m not screwing Charlie over.” Her lips are puffy from kissing me. I have to stop myself from grabbing her head and shoving my cock down her throat.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I need to focus. Instead I’m possessed. I’ve fucked this woman every way possible. And still I crave her. Leaning down, I kiss her lightly. “I’ll take care of it,” I say.
Smiling, she reaches for my cock.
“I need to get in the shower, baby.”
She looks up at me, her tongue licking the small amount that’s leaking out. “I know.” And there she is, my mythical siren put on this earth to fucking destroy me.
She gets on all fours. Her warm puffy lips wrap around my cock and suck hard on the tip. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and let her fuck me with her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck my cock,” I grunt.
She grabs ahold and strokes me as my balls tighten. Grabbing her head as the pleasure peaks, I flood her mouth with my seed.
“Swallow,” I say, watching as she does.
“That’s my girl.” I pull out and rub her lips with my thumb. She bites her bottom lip and I grin, spanking her ass.
“I’m late.” Forcing myself into the shower rather than crawling back into bed and fucking her all day isn’t easy. Today, though, I need to get to my North Hollywood dispensary, take the cash out of the safe, and deal with Benny. Ox found plenty of microphones throughout the restaurant but no cameras. Blade and I decided it’s best to leave them. We’ll see if the fuck shows up today thinking my Antoinette will be there. Now that I’m keeping her home, my bloodlust to slice him up has dulled. I still want to kill him, but if he goes in while I’m in North Hollywood, I’m fine with David or Edge putting a bullet in his head. As long as he’s dead.
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