Page 112 of Black Sheep

His gaze alternates between my face and what he’s doing, as if he can’t get enough of watching either. My senses scream with the urge to be filled.

“Please…fuck me, Axel. Fill me. Now. Please.”

He takes me slow, his powerful drive sure and true, his abs clenched in tight, absolute control. I manage a single gasp of wonder at the unbelievable sensation before my vision hazes.

“Jesus, you look so fucking beautiful.” The words are torn from a rough throat, his compliment tinged with a helpless vulnerability that prickles the backs of my eyes.

Because that’s exactly how I feel.

Axel fucks me slow and deep until I come. Then he moves me to the couch and repeats the performance, his gaze absorbing my every gasp and shudder. He fucks me until I’m floating out of my skin. Until I’m drenched inside and out. Until his own skin is saturated with his exertions.

After a third climax, I open my eyes, watch a bead of his sweat slide down one cheek and land on my breast. I stare as the drop mingles with mine.

Seeps into my skin.

Then I look up into his devastatingly beautiful face. He told me to take the time I need to work things out in my head.

I don’t need to work it out. The truth is savagely simple.

I’m in love with my father’s killer. But despite my heart attempting to tear itself to shreds about it, my soul is shockingly okay with that admission.

Chapter Thirty

QUANTUM LEAP

Before we head into his bedroom, Axel calls B and arranges for my things to be moved to his apartment.

This is after I answer a hushed no to his “Do you want to go back?”

Now I’m lying in his king-size bed, my head on his chest and my hand on his heart. My sex still throbs from his possession.

“Tell me what I need to know, Cleo. If you don’t love him, then why? What hold does he have on you?” His voice holds absolute determination. It also bleeds bewilderment.

This has been coming for a long time. My heart shakes with the leap I’m about to take, despite the insane leap it’s taken all on its own. “He…I…” What the hell are you doing?

I shudder. Shake my head.

I have so much to lose.

Axel rolls me onto my back, levers his body over mine. “He will not hurt you. I will not hurt you.” The look in his eyes shatters me. “Dear God, please trust me on that.”

“You…you go first.”

His brow clamps. “What?”

“Tell me about…” My mind freezes at the last second, the leap a step too far. I can’t bear to know why he decided to take my father’s life. But my need to delve beneath the skin of the man I shouldn’t love, but do, pulses through me. “Tell me about Taranahar.”

He tenses above me, his face devoid of all emotion.

“Were you there?”

A heavy, soulless sigh deflates his chest. “Yes and no.”

My insides tighten. “What does that mean?”

His mouth purses then he exhales slowly. “I was on a special mission in a compound a couple of clicks—miles—from Taranahar. We were almost done when a private military contractor bombed the village. They got their intel wrong. They thought the wedding was taking place in Taranahar.”

“Your special mission was to do…whatever at a wedding?”

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