Page 9 of Stalked By Axel

Brooke brings her fingers to my face, cupping my jaw between her soft hands. “I want you. I can take all of you,” she says dazedly. “Don’t hold back, Axel. Make me yours. Please.”

“Mine!” I growl, pulling out before thrusting back in and flattening her on the bed. Something feral and desperate seems to take hold over me as I lift her knees to my shoulders, which sends me impossibly deep inside her. She whines at the move, eyes widening to saucers when I start fucking her with deep strokes. “You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and you are mine. No one else gets to touch you. No one else can have you.”

“Yours!” she sobs as I ram forward; her fingers fall away to grip the sheets, ripping at them. Her tits bounce with every slam into her sex, and her breath hitches with every grind of my cock until the room is filled with desperate noises and the wet sounds of our love making.

I’m close.

Goddamn it! I could spend a lifetime in this pussy, fucking her over and over again until we’re one, but I’m not deluded enough to think I can hold out much longer. Not when it comes to her and the spell she’s cast over me.

“Fuck, baby, so close,” I rasp, slamming my cock in and out of her with fevered thrusts. I rail her like a beast, and sherocks her hips to meet my thrusts, sobbing out my name when I bring my finger to her sex and strum her clit in rough circles.

“Oh God!” she cries out, her sex locking hard around my cock as she climaxes. Her body shudders from the orgasm and her eyes roll back, a beautiful sight that I catch through lust-glazed eyes. I pin her down, snarling like an animal as I hammer my cock into her tight little pussy with primal need.

“Mine!” I growl, my hips slapping against hers seconds before my muscles tense in warning. I come with a roar, my cock spasming and firing a thick load of seed into her womb. My fingers dig into her hips as I fuck her fast and rough into the bed, filling her. This climax is stronger and more violent than anything I have ever experienced before.

I could have missed this, I realize. With my stupid guilt, I could have missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me—her.

I collapse on top of her, bracing my elbow over her head to stop myself from crushing her with my massive build. I run my eyes over her face, taking in her sated expression, and when she looks up at look me, I spy the smile on her lips. Her brows furrow when I don’t return it.

“Axel…”

“Are you okay?” I ask, gently pulling out of her. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she says, watching me carefully as I pull back and climb out of bed. I walk to the bathroom adjoining her room and grab a towel, wetting it under the sink before returning to the bedroom. “Y-you don’t have to do this.”

Her face is flushed and eyes wide as I run the towel between her legs, staring at the evidence of our love making andloss of her innocence. “I want to,” I say thickly, cleaning her up before getting back up to dispose of the towel. When I walk back into the room, she’s tugged the covers over her body and is watching me with a guarded look. Her eyes widen with surprise when I pull back the covers and climb into bed beside her then pull her into my arms.

Did she think I’d leave? After making love to her so passionately, what kind of a scoundrel would just up and leave as if she was nothing more than a quick fuck?

Brooke leans back, her eyes searching my face. “D-do you regret it?” she asks quietly, and I hear the vulnerability in her voice. Fuck, it’s my fault for making her so insecure in us as to believe that I would leave after what we just shared.

“No, I don’t regret what happened tonight,” I say, but it’s not that simple. “I’ve been following you for months, Brooke.” It’s no secret between us, and I never put much of an effort into hiding it from her. “I tried to hold back and not step in to stop your antics as long as you were safe.”

“I know,” she says, seemingly confused by where I’m going with this.

“Before tonight, I didn’t step in even whenever a man approached you. I told myself I was giving you a chance to form connections, to explore. But each time, I wanted to rip out their eyes for even looking at you.” Brooke gasps at my confession, and I grasp her chin and force her eyes to meet mine. “You belong to me now, which makes me a very dangerous man. Anyone who tries to hurt you will have to deal with me. Any man who touches you will die.”

She shivers at my words, staring up at me for a long moment before she finally speaks. “So you don’t regret it? Even with your promise to my dad?”

“No. I promised your father I would keep you safe. I won’t deny that I still feel some guilt for taking his precious daughter’s innocence, but there is no man on this Earth who will care for you like I do, and I think Kane would understand.”

“I know he would. He loved you like a son,” she responds, and I know she’s right. Kane was my best friend, my mentor. He put me on the right path and taught me everything he knows. Doing right by Brooke, loving her, is another way to honor the man I owe so much.

With a yawn, Brooke pushes forward and buries her face in my neck, and in seconds, she’s sound asleep. I listen to her breathing even out, hugging her much smaller body against mine, and she hums contentedly against me in her sleep.

I may not be the perfect man for her; I’m rough around the edges and jaded by life, but I will be theonlyman for her. Brooke Kane belongs to me now. Perhaps she has since the moment I made my promise to her father, and I just wasn’t ready to admit it.

Whatever the case, she’s mine now, and I’ll protect her with my life.

Chapter Five

Brooke

It’s cowardly of me to hide under the covers in fear of facing the truth of what happened last night. A huge part of me believes that I dreamed up the entire thing with Axel. Maybe I don’t remember the events of the night correctly and light ache in my body is just wistful thinking on my part.

Axel picking me up from the club and giving me a ride to my place before following me into my apartment. The kissing, the touching… Heck, the man gave me four orgasms in a single night. How could that happen outside of a dream? In what world outside the one in my mind would the man I am deeply in love with make love to me the way he did and promise to hurt anyone who dared touch me?

Axel probably dropped me off in front of my building and rode away in fury. The ride up the elevator and the moments shared in my apartment were all things I wished would have happened. Certainly, my mind conjured things that would never happen in the real world, but then, why did it all feel so real?

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