It bangs again, louder, more desperate.
Swallowing, I take the handle, and open it. In front of me stands a very drenched, panting Axel. My eyes widen, and a little squeak leaves my throat. What the hell is Axel doing here? I never expected him to come, I was sure he’d send one of his guys. His eyes are wild, and he must be soaked to the bone. Before I can open my mouth to say something, he rasps out, “Beast took me, and he tortured me.”
My mouth snaps closed, and I say nothing.
Axel shoves past me, and I can almost feel the emotion radiating off him. This isn’t easy for him; I can tell by the way his shoulders are tensing, and untensing. He’s dripping water all over the floor, but I don’t bother to say that. I just watch him as he walks over to the window, staring out. His fists are clenched, and when he speaks, his voice comes out ragged and tight.
“He took me the day your father and my father set me up at that dock. I went alone; I didn’t expect him to be there. He outnumbered me, and he took me. He was hoping to use me as leverage, but then he just decided he liked the idea of torturing me. And that’s what he did.”
He pauses, and then continues.
“Every day, for nearly six months, he tortured me. He beat me, he burned me, he starved me—you name it, he did it. Those things weren’t what broke my spirit. It was the girls...”
The girls? I swallow, feeling my heart speed up, but I don’t say anything. Axel doesn’t turn.
“He used to bring them in daily, bound and shackled. He would make them get on their knees, and suck me off until I came. They were there against their will, crying and gagging as they were forced to shove my cock into their mouths and suck until I came.” He spins around, panting. “Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to come when you know you’re basically raping a woman?”
I shake my head, and tears tumble down my cheeks.
“The first day, he made the girl suck me for over two hours. My dick didn’t want a bar of it. I was so mortified I was gagging, but eventually, after experimenting further, she got me there. It’s hard not to come when someone is sucking you. Even if you know they don’t want it, it’s so fucking hard.”
I make a strangled sound, and press my hand to my head. Oh God, the poor thing.
“This continued on, every fucking day. Eventually, I got used to it. I knew the quicker I got it over with, the quicker they would get to leave. They came to trust me, flashing me smiles before they’d leave. They knew I wouldn’t hurt them, and we grew an understanding.”
“H-h-h-how did you get out?” I whisper.
“One of the girls let me go,” he snorts. “Can you believe it? She was forced to suck my dick every day for at least a few weeks, but she managed to get that key and let me go. It wasn’t easy to get out, but I did it. So there it is, Cricket. You know all of me now...”
His voice breaks at the end, and I lift my eyes to meet his. His beautiful aqua orbs are glassy and red, and his jaw is tight. He’s waiting for me to say something, and probably to run and be disgusted. How can I be? It’s no different to a woman being raped. How could I ever find him repulsive? It wasn’t his fault. He endured one of the worst things a human can endure.
Slowly, on wobbly legs, I walk toward him, stopping when we’re nearly chest to chest.
“It changes nothing for me,” I whisper, reaching up, and grazing my fingertips over his cheek. He shudders, and closes his eyes. “I love you, Axel Wraithe. That hasn’t changed.”
His eyes pop open, and his lips part slightly. “How the fuck can you love me? After everything I’ve done to you, you should hate me, Cricket.”
“Hate and love are powerful emotions, equally the same. If I have to pick one, I’m going to go with love.”
He reaches up, and cups my cheek. Then he drops his head and his lips graze over mine. Before I can say a word, he reaches down and scoops me up into his arms, carrying me up the stairs. He takes me into the bathroom, and sets me on my feet.
I stare in full appreciation as he slowly strips out of his drenched clothes. When he’s naked before me, I smile. That view will never get old. I remove my clothes quicker than lightning, and then I step forward, placing my hands on his chest.
“Once you go here, Cricket, you can’t go back. If you accept this, all of me, then I’m never lettin’ you go.”
His voice is serious, his tone determined. I smile up at him.
“I say, bring it on.”
He grins, and then swings the shower door open and shoves me into it. The moment the water runs over our bodies, and we press ourselves together, I know I don’t want to wait. I don’t want foreplay, I don’t want roaming fingers—I just want him inside me. Hard and fast. Right now. As if reading my mind, Axel spins me around and presses my chest against the shower wall. His hand runs down my back, and around the front to my pussy. He cups it.
I can feel his cock pressing against my ass, and his lips grazing my ear. I make a happy sound, and push my ass back into him. He growls, and lowers his body just slightly, before driving upward and sliding into me with one swift thrust. I cry out, tensing right away at the tiny sting of pain that radiates through my body. That’s soon replaced with pleasure as Axel begins to slide in and out of me.
“Always wanted you like this. Pressed against a wall, with nowhere to go,” he rasps into my ear.
“Maniac.” I giggle, but it’s cut off with a moan as he tilts his hips, hitting that sweet spot.
“You’re goin’ to come for me, at least twice.”
“Didn’t think you could hold out that long,” I grate out between clenched teeth as I try to stop myself from screaming.
He reaches around and pinches my nipple for my comment. “We’ll see,” he murmurs.
He slides his hand down, still thrusting, and finds my clit. I groan, “That’s unfair.”
He chuckles into my ear, and nips at my lobe. “Life’s unfair, baby. Get used to it.”
I whimper, and curl backward as sparks of pleasure find their way to the surface. I want to come already, and there’s no holding back.
I scream as Axel pinches my clit, and the first wave of pleasure racks my body. He grunts, and lets me ride it out before spinning me around, and reaching down for my legs. A moment later, I’m jacked up on his body, my legs wrapped firmly around his waist. He gently lowers me, not moving his eyes from mine, and he fills me again.
“Number two is coming right up,” he husks, placing a hand on the wall beside my head.
I tilt my head, opening my mouth, and closing it over his bicep. He grumbles, and I bite down, hard. He hisses, and drops his head down to my neck, clamping his own mouth onto my skin.
I cry out, snaking my tongue out, and licking the spot I bit. He chuckles again, and pulls his head back, causing me to turn my head. The minute I do, he closes his lips over mine, and we lock ourselves into a kiss so deep and beautiful, it has my skin prickling.
It’s a kiss of love.
He thrusts his hips so gently, so slowly, that my release is hanging on the edge, causing my entire body to tense. I want to go over, but at the same time I just want him to keep fucking me like this, nice and slow. He wrenches his mouth away from mine, and his eyes are filled with lust. “I’m goin’ to come, baby, you need to join me,” he rasps.
“Fuck me harder, then,” I groan.
His eyes flare, and he begins moving his hips faster, harder, driving into me with such force that my head bumps back onto the tiled wall. I come within three pumps, and I scream out my release, crying out his name, and clenching around him. He throws his head back a minute later, and a ragged cry escapes his throat as he explodes into me, pumping his release into my eager body.