Page 106 of Axel

“Fuck you,” I hiss, trying to break free from his grasp. “You want a fight? You got one.”

It’s his kink, his primal play.

It’s what he wants, and I do, too.

“Oh, fuck yes, Wildfire.” His hand grabs my throat, squeezing. “Fight me. Scream for me. Bite me while I violate you, while I won’t fucking stop claiming your pussy.” His other arm traps my waist, forcing his erection against my ass. “And don’t forget your safe word.”

My eyes flick up to the VIP section, to Scarlett and her security, two of them leaping to my rescue, but she grabs their arms, reading the look in my eyes. I bet it’s the same one she gets when Luca straps her to his torture tower.

I want this.

I want him.

So she lets it happen.

Rose tries to shove through the crowd to intervene, but Nick grabs her and whispers in her ear while Axel gently chokes me, his body fused to mine. Whatever Nick says makes Rose grin, before she salutes us and returns to her new girlfriend.

Cherry clocks us, too. How I’m in the menacing clutches of a huge, beautiful, inked beast, holding me hostage on the dance floor. How Nick’s not doing shit about it. How Zar’s smiling … and she smiles, too, whispering to her new DJ friend, who glances up and notices our sadistic bond.

Approvingly, he nods, flicking switches on his mixer, and the song changes, thumping into an iconic, unrepentant, lustful, and animalistic grind from the nineties.

“You want to fight me?” Axel’s hand moves from ensnaring my waist to my halter top, stealing inside it to palm my breast, his lips never leaving my ear. “Are you saying you don’t want this, Wildfire?”

He pinches my nipple, his other hand gently choking me, and I sigh, “Fuck you.” I squirm like I’m resisting him, like I want to be free, when really … I’m rubbing my ass against his hard cock.

“Such a good girl, fighting me. This is what you get for being so sexy for me.” He pulls my halter top aside, exposing my breast, my nipple tingling and aroused. “Such a good girl, when you really want to be bad for me, don’t you?” He tugs the gauze aside, baring my other breast, too.

Nudity is normal on Mykonos. Half-exposed bodies surround us. But the way Axel does it to me? It’s lewd, it’s possessive, and perverse, and I love it.

He tugs, pinching my exposed nipples for anyone to watch, and many are. They lick their lips at our display, and the rush of lust between my thighs is instant.

“I’m getting your proud pussy soaking wet, aren’t I?” He taunts, leaving my nipples hard and aching for his touch, before he reaches down my front, his grasp slowly bunching the fabric of my dress up to my waist. “Let’s see what a good girl you can be for me.”

In front of everyone, he plunges his hand into my white lace panties, and I moan. His other hand still chokes me while he rubs my clit, his lips teasing my ear, “Fight me, Ruby. Fight how wet I’m making your pussy. We’re doing this right here, for everyone to see how you’re mine no matter how hard you resist me.”

Desire crashes into me, making me moan and throw mychin up. Resting my head on his chest, I close my eyes and crane my neck for Axel’s kiss. I desperately need it while he gets me off. While he’s exposed my breasts, making them heavy and ache. While he strums my aching clit in public. While no one can see it, but all can watch him do it.

But he doesn’t kiss me. He controls me. “I need you soaking wet for how hard I’m going to fuck you.” Expertly, he scissors my clit, just enough tease, just enough torture. “So fight me, Wildfire. Fight, how I’ll make your pussy gush and come right here, in front of everyone.”

I shamelessly grind over his hand, seeking my pleasure as I reach behind me and grab his thick erection straining under his pants. But still I fight him, twisting and squirming in his grasp, “Fuck you, dickhead.”

He kicks my legs apart, his deep voice hissing, “My dick head is about to be buried so deep inside you, I’ll show everyone how your pussy was made to catch my cum.”

His hand squeezes my neck harder. “Show them, baby.” I open my heavy eyes to lustful stares watching us. “Show them how you make me like this. How you make me a fucking animal for you. You fight me so much, and I fucking love it.” Ruthlessly, he strums my clit. “Show them how you’re such a good girl for me. You want me to make you come in public. Your sweet, wet cunt is going to gush for me in front of everyone. ”

He spanks my pussy and I obey. “Oh fuck.” My bare thighs shake. My eyes roll. I sag against Axel. He has to hold me up while I fall apart, dripping over his hand. While I soak his fingers with shameless lust, and come, begging, “Oh fuck, Axel, please. Now.”

I’m not supposed to say his name.

I’m not supposed to let him whip me around and hoist me up, making me wrap my arms around his neck, my legs ensnaring his waist.

I’m not supposed to take him in a ferocious kiss, but I do. I bite his lips, and he nips at mine. We get off on the taste of us, bleeding together.

With our blood on his lips, Axel growls at Nick and Zar, “Cover us.”

They’re in a storm of proud lust, too, following us as Axel walks me backward, through the crowd and past the DJ booth, until he slams me against the wall.

I catch the impressed look on my little sister’s face. Cherry’s gaze admires the animal I love. How he’s about to fuck me right here.

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