Page 11 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

CHAPTER SEVEN

RUBY

My emotions have whiplash.

I woke up feeling vulnerable after my botched night at the club. So, I forced myself to find my confidence again. Escaping Axel on our morning chase was the boost I needed.

Then I felt accomplished, meeting with Luca and trying to figure out how to get the intel Nick and Zar need on that rental.

But Axel rained on my proud parade, giving Samuel my case. It made me so mad, I listened to his calls while I finished those reports. I’m dying to help with this, and I confronted Axel about it.

Did I use my tits, too? Hey, if men are dumb enough to fall for them, I’ll serve up the girls any day.

But I didn’t expect the icy heat in Axel’s eyes staring at my cleavage, the throbbing thrill I felt when he finally flirted with me. It was intoxicating … and I was seduced right back.

The name I wasn’t supposed to know just slipped out.

I was in full-blown hide-my-panic mode when Axel stormed out of his office, also mad about my advice to Ms. Alonso. So, I confessed to that while low-key freaking out inside, wondering if he found my bug, too.

But a sweet angel saved me. Alena Allen just interrupted my sure destruction.

Now, I have something on Axel because I can tell they’re hiding something. Score a point for me because I know Alena is Axel’s best friend’s daughter.

Unfortunately, I can’t confirm what they’re hiding because oh-crap-on-a-kill-me-now-cracker…

Axel found my bug!

I sit at my desk with my earbuds in, and all I hear is white noise.

My heart is racing.

I’m sweating bullets.

Vomit is imminent.

And what’s worse? I watched how Axel gently touched the small of Alena’s back, politely escorting her into his office, and I suddenly felt … jealous … or hurt?

Why? Why the hell do I care?

Alena seems like a nice woman. Like she’s my age and we could be friends. I bond with women; I’m not a bitch to them.

And I hate Axel. Right? I’ve got two strikes against me, and he’s about to fire me, and I love my job. It’s not like I can’t find another one. I can. But I want this one. It’s the highest pay I can find in this town, and I love my colleagues.

But I don’t understand what I feel for my dickhead boss.

I just suddenly feel .

Everything.

What’s usually numb inside me is alive. That man explodes every emotion through me, the good and the bad. And like an investigator, I want to understand them. Maybe once I understand what I feel for Axel, I can make it stop.

But I need a plan .

On his call with Nick, Axel mentioned “initiating Wren” tonight in his office.

Who is Wren? Why is Nick involved? And who initiates anyone into anything in a law office on a Sunday night?

Exactly. It’s mafia shit.

So before Axel can fire me, I’ll find out. I’ll get the upper hand again.

He’s still meeting with Alena, and honestly, I don’t want him to see me flustered like this, that he made me feel anything , so I shut down my computer and tidy my desk.

Taking my handbag with me, it’ll look like I’ve left for the day.

Then, I grab a bottle of water and some crackers from the breakroom before I go to the bathroom.

I have to be ready for a long night.

There’s a utility closet in the boardroom. We use it for office supplies, but I’ll use it for my stakeout. I turn off the light in the closet, close the door, and slide down the wall, getting comfortable and quiet in a spot on the floor.

My phone is silent. I am, too. Minutes pass until … I must’ve fallen asleep as heavy footsteps and deep voices awaken me. I recognize some. Of course, Axel. Nash. Sire. Nick. And Zar, too?

Then there are other men’s gravelly voices. And one woman with an accent. No, wait … I hear two women.

Through the closed wooden door, I can hear them chatting in the boardroom like it’s a cocktail party until finally I hear the voice I loathe the most say, “Let’s begin.”

Begin what?

It sounds like a wedding service, and Axel is performing the ceremony. It sounds like it’s between Sire and a young woman. “Wren,” they call her, and her voice sounds like a fairy.

Then they mingle like they’re celebrating. Glasses tink in celebration. Flatware clanks over china plates. They must have food set on the sideboard in the room.

So, that was “Wren’s initiation?” Her wedding to Sire, performed by her now brother-in-law, Axel, and a little reception with guests?

Where’s the scandal in that? How can I bribe Axel with appetizers and precious wedding vows?

My ass, sitting on hardwood floors, is going numb like my mind. I’m bored to death until I hear Sire’s pontificating voice. “My little angel. Are you ready to be made into my queen?”

“Yes, my lord.” That’s Wren’s innocent voice.

“Then take your clothes off for your kings. Show them our beautiful new queen. Show them all that we will share tonight.”

Oh.

My.

God.

The rush of lust through my veins is instant. I sway, not believing what I’m hearing.

“Yes, my angel. You’re so beautiful. Now, lie on your back.

” Wood creaks. Wren must be climbing onto the boardroom table for Sire.

“Now, spread your legs for us,” he says.

“Yes, angel, spread your lips, too. Show my brothers that sweet, wet pussy and that pretty little clit. Show them the queen they get to worship tonight.”

I’m panting. I’m getting wet. I can’t see a damn thing, but what I can hear is so damn erotic. So taboo.

It’s quiet until I hear Wren’s begging moans laced with Sire’s deep growl of, “Fuck yes, come on my tongue, angel. Your pussy tastes so sweet, we’ll kill for it.”

She gasps, “Yes, my king!” and what follows sounds like Wren getting fucked by Sire on the boardroom table. Moans. Gasps. Grunts .

Those odd chairs I’ve seen when Axel leaves the boardroom door open? They look more like thrones, half with black velvet seats, half with white velvet ones. They surround Axel’s boardroom table, but now they scrape across the floor as if those gathered around are making room for the carnal show.

“Let them see how you take my cock like my sweet slut. How you love getting fucked.” Sire sounds so Dom and debauched.

Not at all like a pastor. “Aw, yes, angel. Play with your little nipples. Yes, good girl. Pinch them, baby, and look at my brothers while I fuck you. Yes, baby. Show your kings how much you love my cock. How you want my cum inside you. You want my baby inside you. You’re my queen. You’re our queen to kill for.”

“Yes, my king! Yes!” The table’s legs screech against the wooden floor.

Sire must be fucking Wren so hard. “Yes, please make me your sweet slut,” she cries out.

“Let them watch. Please. Fuck me hard. Then, Nash, my second king,” she gasps for him, “please fuck me, too. Share me. Then all of you, fuck me. Fuck your queen.”

What the…

All of them?

Who? And how many?

Holy hell, I’m in a daze of confused lust. My panties are soaked. The need to touch myself is overwhelming. I need to see what’s happening, too.

What is Axel doing?

I wait until it sounds like a full-on orgy. Whoever the other woman is, I can hear her getting railed, too. I definitely hear Zar and Nick’s love; I know their sounds. Their beach house has paper-thin walls.

It’s an erotic cacophony of spanks, gasps, groans, grunts, and screams, with the grinding wood of chairs and the table enduring the brunt of their force. The men sound like beasts, the women sound so lucky, and I have to see this.

Carefully, I reach up and turn the crystal door knob, praying the click of the latch can’t be heard over the loud orgasm some beastly man is clearly having. Slowly, I crack the door open, risking getting busted, but I’m too aroused to care.

Let them find me.

Let me join them.

Through the narrow crack of the open door, the sterile fluorescent lights are off. Only candles flicker around the room. Tall silhouettes cast long shadows across the walls. Some bodies are joined. Others are waiting to have Wren.

She’s lying with her back on Sire’s chest. Together, they lay on the boardroom table, his arms hooked under her knees.

He’s spreading her open. I can tell by their position, by their left sides facing me, that he’s claiming her ass, and by the look on her face, she’s enraptured. She’s entranced by this erotic ritual.

Two men, definitely brothers, I recognize them from the club last night—Delta’s bouncer, who sat at the bar, and the man in the suit who was on the stage.

Good God, are they Axel’s brothers, too?

They’re kneeling over Wren’s gaping mouth, their hard cocks teasing her panting lips.

Her desire and demand, undeniable. “Yes, fuck me. Make me your queen.”

The room is dimly lit, but I can see it’s Axel’s turn. He’s still in his dark suit and shoes.

And the sight and sound of him dragging his zipper down makes me stifle a moan. He unbuttons his pants, too, letting them drape open. He’s not wearing boxers as he reaches in to free his cock, and I hold my breath.

Yes, I’ve been hyper-focused on it, wondering about him for so long, and when I finally see what’s in his hefty grasp, I cover my mouth, stifling my gasp .

Oh, my god, he’s so hung!

And…

He’s pierced!

His steel jewelry catches the candlelight, but it’s not through his swollen crown or his thick shaft. It’s not to heighten his pleasure.

No, Axel has a pubic piercing through the dark, trimmed hair at the base of his cock. It’s a gleaming ring, the size of a quarter with a prominent captive steel bead, and my cunt clenches, throbbing in recognition, knowing his piercing is designed to pleasure a clit while he’s deep inside you.

It makes my eyelids hood with lust, my breath shallow, my mind swimming in shock. I’m somehow so aroused, watching him roll a condom on before he’s inside Wren. Before he closes his eyes and shares her with his brother.

I close my eyes, too, and can’t watch.

Jealousy trickles through me, but it’s nothing compared to the tsunami of lust rising inside my veins. My body is flooded with desire, my emotions so heightened that I’m dizzy.

Leaning my head back, I can’t fight this urge. I need relief. I lift my dress and wedge my fingers under my lace panties. They’re drenched, and it doesn’t take me long.

My hearing tunes out all others but Axel. Listening to his heavy breath, to the strained sounds of his pleasure, of hearing him grunt so hard when he comes, that I come, too.

My thighs shake. My body convulses. My walls clenching. I choke down his name, wanting to escape my lips. I silence my voice, and it only leaves me aching and wanting … wanting him .

Oh my god, yes, I want Axel.

I want him so much, it suddenly hurts.

I surrender to the warm flood of emotions, drowning in them, and I want to. I don’t want to hear the rest. I just want to float in the sound of Axel’s desire echoing in my ears. The memory of his pierced cock soaks me. The idea of him plunging deep inside me is all-consuming.

I’m alone in a dark closet, but I can feel Axel swimming through my veins.

It fills me with an emotion I can’t name.

It leaves me panting and weak until it finally sounds like they’re done and begin to leave. But with Wren’s moans and Sire’s dirty taunts, it sounds like he stays to clean her. He’s getting off on it, and I don’t think I can take much more. My world needs to stop spinning.

Finally, I hear them leave. I hear Sire call out, “I’m done.” Then, a giggle tickles the air. It’s Wren calling out, “Goodnight, my kings.”

“Goodnight, our queen.” I hear Axel reply, his voice booming from his office.

Quietly, while he’s in there, I stand to collect myself, though my muscles are liquid from lust. With shaking hands, I smooth my dress and ponytail and collect my handbag.

Carefully, I creak the closet door open to find the boardroom empty.

I creep toward its door as Nash storms past it, aiming for the back stairwell, unaware I’m hiding.

But Axel’s still here.

His office light glows.

What will I do with the intel I just gained? Who will I tell about what I just saw? How do I really feel about Axel? Why did he just consume every cell in my body?

I don’t know.

I just need to run.

Kicking off my heels so I can be quiet, they dangle from my fingertips as I tiptoe across the open office floor.

I’m almost at the door to the stairwell, following Nash’s path, when…

“Ms. Jones, step into my office.”