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Axel shot her a filthy glare. The next thing Ella knew, she was on her back and he was on top of her, pinning her wrists to the earth. “I think you proved your point.”
Ella smirked, squirming beneath him. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or just her foolish heart, but it was hard to remember she hated him when he was this close. That was half the reason she’d left in the first place, but there was no going back.
“I was about to, if you hadn’t interrupted.”
He gave an animalistic growl, grinding against her as if he couldn’t help himself. She loved knowing she had that effect on him. It was only fair, considering the one he had on her. “You really test my patience, you know that?”
“You say that like you have patience,” she shot back.
He silenced her with a violent kiss and she dragged her fingers down his spine, her legs parting to receive him. Her spite and lust wires were crossed again, but Ella was starting to think there was no difference between them when it came to Axel.
“You really have forgotten your place, haven’t you?” he taunted, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. There was a hint of affection to them, at once arousing and enraging.
“You’re right,” she answered, meeting his gaze in challenge. “If we were doing things properly, you’d be below me.”
Something flared in his gaze but it wasn’t anger. He kissed her harder and ground against her, his cock rubbing against her pelvis. Ella’s lips parted as his tongue invaded her mouth and her hips rocked clumsily, desperate to take him in.
“You’re gonna make it up to me,” he told her, his fingers biting into her soft thighs as he pushed them open. “I’ll fuck you until his scent rubs off, and then I’m going to mark you. And you’re going to let me. Do you know why?” His voice was low and taunting, his breath a whisper on her neck as he used the pressure he’d pinned her with so expertly.
Ella's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding to the rhythm of her body surging against his with his every thrust. He wasn’t even inside her, and she was already so close to coming with his stiff cock grinding torturously against her clit. All she could do was shake her head.
He leaned in, lowering his voice to a sultry whisper. “Because you’re mine and you know it. You always have been. My bitch, my pet, my toy to play with however I like, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Ella’s nails dug into his muscular shoulders, a pathetic rebuttal to the words that pushed her over the edge with shameful pleasure. His spiteful taunting stroked her in ways no one else’s words of adoration ever could, and she came, shuddering beneath him.
He wasn’t done with her. The orgasm was all the preparation she was going to get, but she already ached for him. He cupped his hands around the globes of her ass and hoisted her up for a better angle. All at once, he drove his length into her, pausing only for a moment to let her adjust before he started thrusting.
Ella lost track of the words she’d uttered in blissful indignation. They left a profane taste in her mouth, and the glimmer of amusement in his heated gaze suggested as much. Every time he hit her spot, her body thrummed with pleasure bordering on pain, and she came again before he’d even hit his stride.
She’d always suspected Axel was the devil, but the way he fucked was all the proof she needed. He was a human wrecking ball, obliterating everything he touched in the sweetest form of destruction, and he was right. She loved every fucking minute of it.
He didn’t even seem to notice her nails dragging into his skin, calling blood to the surface. He lowered his body to hers, slick with sweat and covering her in his pheromones, just as he’d promised. His mouth claimed hers hard enough to bruise and she returned the kiss just as fiercely, moaning in protest when he broke it. When he turned his attention to her neck, the flame in her core ran all the way up her spine.
He was going to mark her. He swept her hair away from her neck as if to give her time to protest, but she didn’t. She was already shamefully close to another orgasm and when his fangs pierced her skin, the exploding pleasure ran throughout her entire body.
Even the pain was sweet and sharp, like a rose’s thorns, and she gasped his name as he filled her with his seed. Every inch of her was sore and spent and vibrating with ecstasy. When he finally released her neck, he pulled away with her blood still clinging to his mouth. Ella pulled him closer, kissing the sticky red droplets off his lips.
He was still hard inside of her, pulsing the last of their shared pleasure until he collapsed on her. She groaned in half-hearted irritation and he rolled off her without pulling out, his arm crushing her body to his chest.
“Your blood’s as sweet as your pussy,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction.
“Shut up,” Ella muttered, her face burrowing into his neck. His scent was overpowering, playing games with her head her body was too exhausted and used to accommodate.
Axel’s husky laugh filled her with irritation and adoration at the same time. For once, she didn’t even bother to rectify the contradictory nature of her feelings toward him. Everything they’d just done was a contradiction. It was an ugly, beautiful thing she could no more name than she could understand it, and now that his fangs had left their mark on her skin, it was permanent.
Chapter 9
Ella
After deciding she wanted to return to her dorm instead, it had taken considerable arguing to convince Axel to drop her off. When he finally did, he’d smugly offered to carry her inside and she’d flipped him off. By the time she’d walked the distance to her room, she was starting to wish she’d taken him up on his offer.
She collapsed in her bed, her body a mess of aches and the aftermath of pleasure. It was a good thing it was still the weekend, because if she had to go to class in the morning, she doubted she’d be able to walk straight.
She still couldn’t believe he’d marked her. That she’d fucking let him.
Maybe she’d come to regret it in the morning, but every time the thought crossed her mind, it filled her primal side with an intense, unyielding sense of pride and satisfaction.
The mark would be as visible as Bishop’s by morning, and Axel would be even more impossible to live with than he already was. She should’ve been dreading it, but she drifted off with a smile on her lips.
