Page 95 of Ravaged Soul
“Irrelevant. I’m making a grand, romantic gesture.”
My wrist burns and chafes where the metal bites into it each time I try to break free. Axel narrows his eyes but doesn’t move to stop me from hurting myself.
“What’s romantic about first-degree murder and a beheading?”
“Clearly, we are not the same person.” He sighs in mock-disappointment. “How else am I going to make you behave?”
“Learn to accept defeat,” I answer snarkily.
“Hm, not my style.”
Shifting onto his haunches, Axel knee-walks up the mattress. He easily pushes my legs apart to settle between them, looming above my prone state. His eyes greedily drink in my bare thighs and hips where my t-shirt has ridden up.
“Nice t-shirt. Looks a lot like Warner’s to me.”
“It’s not.”
“You’re mad at him but still wearing his shit.” He observes intently.
My teeth grind together. “This isn’t Warner’s t-shirt.”
“Keep telling yourself that. How’d you steal it?”
I’m definitely not going to admit that I snuck into his empty bedroom and pilfered it from his wardrobe while he’s been avoiding me like the plague. I wanted to feel close to him. Even though he, apparently, hates my guts right now.
Axel circles my kneecap, fingertips dancing upward to tease my thigh. Each playful stroke causes my hair to stand on end, every nerve straining for the relief his touch brings, though I won’t allow myself to have it.
His callouses move over my skin, thumbs circling the sensitive inner slopes that lead to the molten heat gathering inside me. My body doesn’t care how mad I am. In fact, that seems to be making it all the more responsive to Axel’s mind games.
When the tip of his index finger traces over my black panties, right where my pussy lips are encased in rapidly dampening cotton, I feel my spine arch.
“Don’t t-touch me!”
“What was that?” He watches my face.
“Stop… ah, fuck.”
Dragging his nails over my mound again, I try to bite back my enjoyment. It’s impossible. The slightest pressure and I can already feel my clit pulsating. I’m too frustrated and wound up to pretend I don’t need his touch.
“Is this how I have to make you obey?” Axel wonders aloud. “Fuck you into submission?”
“I’m going to break every last one of your fingers.”
“Then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
He pushes my panties to one side, easily sliding beneath the elastic to glide two fingers straight through my heat. I gasp at the intrusion, my legs widening reflexively, allowing him to access my core.
Axel teases my slick folds, orbiting my clit then moving his finger lower to breach my entrance. When he pushes it inside me, rotating softly before adding a second finger, I whine his name.
“That’s a yes.” A sadistic grin quirks his lips.
“What?” I moan.
“I do have to fuck you into submission. You can’t run around disobeying orders if you’re pinned to this bed by my cock, right?”
“Jesus, Ax.”
He drives the threat home with a fast pump, drawing his fingers fully out then shoving them back inside my weeping cunt. I cry out in pleasure, fisting the bedsheets with my unrestrained hand.
