Page 20 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now pinch your other nipple for me, Ms. Jones. Show me how you can be so naughty and obedient for your king.”

Oh, my God. “Your king.”

Does that make me his queen?

That’s what Zar called me, and Axel never denied it. The thought of it now feels fated, as if I was meant to stumble into his office. To work for him. To hate him. To let him chase me until I chased him back. To be so tempted by Axel that now I’m trapped in his dangerous world.

And with the possessive way he looks at me? It’s like he planned it all along. I’m already his. I belong to Axel.

No, I belong with him…

And it feels right.

I leave my nipple aching and aroused, while I thrill my other one for his stare, while he lazily rubs his rigid shaft.

“Tell me, Ms. Jones,” he demands. “Keep playing with your nipples while you tell me what you want your king to do to you that your little dickhead husband never does.”

“Eat my pussy,” I rush.

Axel licks his bottom lip. “He doesn’t eat your sweet pussy? Is it aching for my tongue?”

“Yes, my king.” It’s all I want right now—Axel’s bearded lips buried between my thighs.

“Do you touch your pussy, wishing it was me?”

“Yes, my king.” I have. I’ve lain in bed so overwhelmed by how much I hate Axel that an orgasm is the only relief I can get from the thought of him.

“Do you have the toy I told you to buy?”

“Yes, my king,” I remember the one I told him to buy me at Delta’s today.

Reaching into my purse on the bed, I pull out the lipstick vibrator.

“Show me how you play with it, Ms. Jones, under your dress and desk. Show me how you sit outside my office and wish it was me fucking you instead.”

Oh, my god, he’s doing it again.

Axel’s protecting me. He won’t expose me, but he wants to see this, and I want to show him.

I twist the vibrator on, its hum barely audible, while I slide my hand under the open slit of my dress.

“Good girl. Now, keep your legs crossed like my beautiful lady,” he orders, “while you secretly play with your pussy like a dirty girl for me, too.”

Oh fuck, is this secretly his kink, too?

His eyes look possessed, seducing me as I glide the smooth, buzzing tip of the vibrator under my panties and over my clit, its sudden sensation making me cry out, “Please, Aaaa—” I choke his name down, his real name. “Please, my king. I need to come for you.”

He stares at me for a scorching beat. “No, keep looking at me and playing with your wet pussy, but don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”

Is he doing this to kill time or kill me?

I don’t know, but it feels like I obey him for minutes, forever. I’m anchored to Axel’s icy eyes and feel even more power obeying him than I’ve ever felt defying him.

I’m sweating and shaking. Moans keep crawling up my throat. I can’t keep my eyes open; I’m edging so hard for him. It’s sweet pain how I need to come.

And by the look in Axel’s hypnotic eyes, the tightening grip of his choking stroke over his hard dick, he’s fighting the urge to come, too. It’s taking him over.

“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 obsess me . You control me . You own me.”

The scorching truth in his glacial eyes makes my thighs quiver. No one has eyes like Axel, and it’s like they only see me . They only want me .

“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, “You want to 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.”