Page 42 of Imprisoned

“Fuck,” I grit out. I could take control and flip this situation on its head instantly. But there’s something so damn hot aboutseeing her give in to her dark side and knowing that it’s me bringing this out in her.

Her hands and mouth move in perfect harmony, driving me wild. My hips thrust gently, seeking more. My cock disappears into her mouth, and I feel the light scrape of her teeth. It’s too much, too good.

“Not going to last long.” My voice is ragged, warning her. “Been thinking about this moment too damn much.”

Willow suddenly stops, and I growl in frustration. I’m so close, and she knows it. Her power over me is maddening.

“No, Axel.” Her eyes flash with determination. “Not yet. I want to feel you inside me. All the way inside.”

She moves, standing and turning around, her back to me. Her hands reach under her skirt, and with a swift motion, she slides her panties off. I watch, transfixed, as she then sits back down, this time on my lap, guiding my cock inside her.

Holy fuck. It’s almost too much sensation at once as she sinks down on me. Her pussy engulfs me, tight and wet and perfect.

“Oh, fuck,” I grit out. “You feel so good.”

She leans back against my chest, her head falling onto my shoulder as she starts to move. Her hips grind slowly at first, then with more urgency. Her hair brushes my face, filling my senses with her orange blossom scent.

I sit up straighter, slip the cuffs off my wrists, and wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer. I want all of her. Every inch. My hands clutch at her hips as I lift her slightly, then let her slide back down on me. Over and over.

“Oh, God, Axel. Feels so good.”

“That’s it, little pixie.” I nuzzle her neck. “Ride me. Take what you need.”

She’s frantic now, chasing her release. Her hands grasp the chair’s armrests as she bounces harder on my lap, her head falling back in abandon.

My vision blurs as pleasure spikes, sharp and white-hot. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight,” I mutter.

Her nails dig into the chair. “Close, Axel. So close.”

I can feel the tension coiling tighter in my body, threatening to snap. “Come with me.” My voice is raw, desperate. “Let go.”

With a keening cry, her body goes rigid, and she pulses around me. Her release pushes me over the edge, and I thrust up into her, filling her as I climax.

I notice the silence in my head first. The constant screaming that tormented me all morning is gone—there is just peace. My muscles relax as Willow’s warmth surrounds me, her back pressed against my chest.

This is new and dangerous. I let her take control, something I never do. The realization sends a chill down my spine. No one controls me, ever.

Yet here I am, arms wrapped around her waist, savoring the quiet in my mind. They were always quiet during our encounters, but today, they were especially vicious. Until she touched me. Until she...

A growl builds in my throat. Whispers echo in my mind that I’m weak. That I let Willow manipulate me.

Use me.

Willow lifts off my dick and turns to straddle me the other way, her eyes full of yearning. There’s no pretense now, no hiding her true self. Her lips find mine, hungry and demanding.

I kiss her back hard enough to bruise. My hands tangle in her hair, pulling just shy of painful. She moans into my mouth, pressing closer.

The urges return, a low murmur at first. They remind me who I am and what I’m capable of. How easily I could hurt her.

I push them far away. Not today. Today, I want this—want her—exactly as she is. My beautiful, twisted little pixie who chose to dance with the devil.

Her fingers trace the tattoos on my chest, following the patterns that tell my violent history. She knows what I’ve done. And still, she kisses me like she’s drowning, and I’m her source of air.

This may be better than control. Watching Willow choose the monster makes her submission even sweeter.

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WILLOW

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