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“Fuck, Ms. Jones.” His lips shake. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I swear, Ruby, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You obsessme. You controlme. Youownme.”
The scorching truth in his glacial eyes makes my thighsquiver. No one has eyes like Axel, and it’s like they only seeme. They only wantme.
“Please, my king,” I beg. I’m soaked. “I need to come for you. Please. I’ll kneel for you. I’ll be your queen. Please, just?—”
With a bolt, Axel leaps from his chair. Like a lion, he pounces on me, making me fall back on the bed. Crouching over me, he grabs my throat, growling with eyes feral and wild, “Youwantto be my queen, Ruby?”
Do I? Is that what I said? Is that what I want?
“Yes, please, make me?—”
It’s not a hard crash. It’s my delicate destruction when Axel’s lips, soft and tender, take mine in our first kiss while his hand gently squeezes my throat. Grabbing whoever I was before this moment, he pulls me into the only reality I want now.
His moan murders. His whiskers tickle. His body crushes. His tongue teases, brutally finding mine in a tender dance that plunges into a ruthless claim, dragging a moan up my choked neck. He tastes like the nectar of a beast, sweet power and savory seduction. I’m melding to him, my body rising for him. I’m opening and liquid in his controlling touch.
“Come, Ruby,” he growls into our kiss. “Come for your king while I kiss my queen.”
The instinct to let Axel inside me is overwhelming. His mouth. His body. His hand. It suddenly cups mine between my legs, pressing the vibrator over my clit. He touches my soaked sex, his heat the hottest I’ve ever felt, and I explode for him.
I scream into our kiss, my back arching with powerful release, my logic ripped away. He’s my only anchor, keeping his lush lips sealed to mine, his ravenous breath swallowing the sound of my orgasm, taking it and taking me with him.
I want more. I need more. So much more of him. This is our beginning. I never want it to end…
But the phone in my purse on the bed chimes. It snaps us back to reality. He lifts from our kiss and freezes over me.
“Fuck,” he pants.
He lost control. We both did, but at least his back is to the camera. It can’t see his face.
“That’s him,” I stammer, trying to protect us. “That’s my husband.”
“Answer it,” he growls.
I slap my hand over the bedspread until I find my purse and blindly reach for my phone.
Axel rises, kneels, and straddles me. He keeps his back to the camera, while I hope it picks up my audio and performance. I’m not giving up now. My plan has to work.
“Hello?”
“Get the fuck out of there!” Grant roars.
“Hey, honey. I’m fine,” I chirp. “Just having drinks with the girls.”
“Ruby,” Grant’s voice gravels low like Axel’s, “this isn’t about the camera. Tell my brother there’s a man outside the house, scoping it out. He’s got a gun and headed toward the basement door. Tell him I’m on my way.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RUBY
I don’t needto tell Axel about the man outside with a gun. Grant is loud enough for him to hear it.
“I… I… I swear, sweetie,” but I stammer to Grant on my phone. “I swear I’m just out with the girls.” I’m not letting this mission go to shit, either. “I’ll be home late. Don’t worry.”
I end the call, and Axel shakes his head. “We have to go before you’re busted.”
He doesn’t turn around, trying to save our performance, too.
He keeps his back to the camera until he’s out of range as I sit and subtly adjust my wig. Axel almost knocked it off with his primal pounce.