“I know how this goes, little siren. You tell yourself that you don’t want me. That you hate me.” He removes his pants, and his boxers follow. My eyes dart down, and I swallow hard.
Holy fuck, I forgot how huge his cock was.
He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “But deep down, you know the truth.”
“I do hate you.”
“Yes, you do.” He brushes his thumb lightly over my bottom lip, his gaze lingering on my mouth. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you want me. Desperately.” His touch trails down my jawline. “And I’m going to give you exactly what you want. What you need.”
His words are a promise, and I’m both terrified and excited.
“This won’t change anything.”
“I know.” He grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach and pressing me into the mattress. His chest presses against my back, his weight a heavy reminder of his dominance.
“I don’t want it to. I love that you hate me. Makes this even more satisfying.” He wraps one hand around my throat, fingers tightening with a possessive grip.
He trails his other hand down my body, slipping his fingers between my wet folds. I gasp, arching my back as his grip tightens around my throat.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs against my ear.
Two of his fingers push inside me, and a moan escapes before I can stop it. His hips press into my back, his hard cock pressing against my ass. He releases my throat and traces the brand on my skin, sparking a flash of rage.
“Don’t touch that!”
“Why not?” he taunts. “Seeing this mark, knowing I claimed you...it turns me the fuck on.” His fingers pump in and out of me, his touch rough and relentless. “I bet I could make you come just from this,” he says, his fingers teasing the brand, making my entire body jerk.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, my nails digging into the bed.
He hums, continuing his relentless rhythm. His other hand grips my hip with a bruising hold. “I love your filthy little mouth, but right now, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Axe,” I whimper, the pressure building.
“Speak again, and you’ll regret it.”
I bite my lip, trying to muffle my moans. Removing his fingers, he presses me harder into the mattress. His fingers dig into my hips, and he positions his cock at my entrance. Leaning forward, his lips brush against my ear. “This is going to hurt.”
With one quick thrust, he buries himself deep inside me. A scream rips through me—his cock stretching me and filling me completely.
I try to pull away, but his grip tightens, and he pulls me toward him. His fingers dig into my sides, his cock pushing even further. He freezes, his body trembling as he takes a ragged breath. His chest presses hard against my back, and he cups my face, forcing me to meet his dark, cold eyes. I start to shout, but he quickly covers my mouth, silencing me.
“Shh,” he commands, his tone steady and calm. “I don’t do gentle. I’m giving you a chance to adjust, but if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll just take you right now. Understand?”
I nod, and his grip on me eases slightly. His massive cock pulses inside me, and the pressure is almost too much to bear. My breathing is ragged, heart pounding, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. The pain is excruciating, but there’s an edge of something else—something dangerously close to pleasure.
“You’re being so good for me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
I shift my hips tentatively, and he groans in response. Slowly, I begin to move, each motion causing his cock to pulse and stretch against my walls.
“Rory,” he growls, his voice low as his hand slides down my back. “If you keep moving, I’m going to lose control.”
The thought of Axel, the embodiment of control, losing it over me sends a thrill through my body. I shift my hips slowly, testing his limits.
He exhales sharply, his cock still lodged deep inside me, thick and heavy, stretching me to the edge of my tolerance. Despite knowing I’ll regret it, the challenge is too tempting. I rock back and forth, grinding against him.
He groans deeply, the sound rumbling through him, and his grip tightens...
“You’re asking for it.”