Page 25 of Axel (Belles & Bratva Beasts #2)

“Excuse me.” My rage is instant. “Do we have a problem?”

“Ask your trashy paralegal,” she hisses.

“I don’t need to ask her.” My pulse skyrockets, looming over my clients. “You will not speak to her that way; I don’t care what petty reason you have.”

Ms. Calloway twists her face. “We’re your clients. You can’t speak to us this way.”

“Let me be clear.” My tone drops to deadly. “I represent you, but you will not disrespect my staff. Apologize to her. Now .”

“I will not! ”

“Mr. Cummings,” Ruby touches my arm, “it’s fine.”

“Yeah,” John Calloway fidgets, “we’re fine. It was high school, a million years ago.”

“It was like yesterday that you fucked her!” His wife fumes. “You and your best friend. The fucking whore!”

“I didn’t know you two were dating,” Ruby defends herself, “and you and your friends didn’t have to jump me on the bus and cut my hair off and?—”

Oh.

Fuck.

No.

My hand itches to pull my gun, but not here and not on a woman, even one who deserves it.

“Apologize to Ms. Jones,” I seethe, “or we’ll sue you for defamation.”

“I’m your client,” Jessica scoffs. “You can’t sue me.”

“No, but she can.” I point to Harlow. “And we go way back, too, and Ms. Sutton will win on Ms. Jones’s behalf. So apologize now, or you have a lawsuit on our hands.”

Her husband begs, “Jessica, please, just…”

“Fine.” Venom drips from her lips, smiling at Ruby. “Sorry for calling you a whore for having sex with my husband and his friend. And for then beating you up and cutting your hair and giving you a seizure. But you seem fine now. It seems you’ve seduced your boss into fighting your battles for you.”

I snarl, “You fucking?—”

“Alright,” Harlow interjects calmly. “That’s enough. I won’t tolerate slander of anyone in my office. We’re done here. Mister and Missus Calloway, you may leave.”

“I’ll return my fee.” I glare at them. “You’re no longer my clients.”

“That’s five hundred thousand dollars!” John Calloway gulps, “And you don’t want it? ”

“Not a fucking dime from either of you.” I shouldn’t swear, but it’s either that or I start firing bullets.

Harlow escorts them out, closing the door behind her, and I turn to Ruby, taking her hand. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“She did all that to you?”

Ruby shrugs, but her eyes betray her pain.

“I didn’t know they were dating. John always flirted with me.

He had asked me to the prom and made me feel special.

Then, one day, he showed up at my house with his football friend, too, and …

I guess it’s the price I paid for being curious … for trusting men.”

I’m sweating. I’m a dog on a chain, ripping my own flesh and growling to escape. “I want to kill her. And him. It takes everything for me not to.”

“Why?” Ruby raises a brow. “I can sue her, right? And your very sexy, smart friend, Ms. Harlow Sutton, who you go way back with, would help me. So, I’m fine.”

My heart pounds with rage at anyone insulting Ruby; I don’t care why. I will put a bullet in their skull … after I torture them with knives and salt.

But this?

It makes my heart hammer even faster. Deeper. Warmer. It heats my chest with something else.

“Wildfire, are you jealous of Harlow?”

“No,” she snaps.

“Liar.”

“Why would I be jealous of a beautiful, blonde lawyer who knows you very well?”

“Oh, so you’re very jealous.” I grin, pressing into her as she backs away, but I won’t stop my pursuit until she’s trapped against the wall. “And damn, it’s hot.”

“So you admit it.” She glares. “You fucked her.”

“So you won’t tell me about your football threesomes, but you want to know about mine?” I tsk, highly amused and falling even harder for her. “That’s not very gender equal.”

Her eyes sharpen. “I got your equal right here.”

I grab her throat. “God, you make me feral when you’re proud. I want to fuck you right here .”

“Save it for Ms. Sutton.”

“I don’t want Harlow. Many men do, but not me. Not ever. Despite what you think, Ms. Jones, you’re the first and only woman I’ve worked with who I plan to fuck on all fours until my cum drips down your thighs.”

Lust lands in her eyes. “So, you’re not judging me?” But she also doubts. “I did mess around with John and his friend. It was my first threesome, and they shamed me about it and?—”

“And I’ll shamelessly fuck every man out of you, Ruby.

” I brush my lips over hers. “Am I jealous? No. Possessive? Yes. I wish I were there. I could’ve saved you from assholes like him.

I’ll kill anyone who hurts you because you’re mine now, and I feel the same way—I’m yours.

No woman can hold a candle to my Wildfire.

” I’m hard … and hungry. “Now, lift your dress and pull your panties down.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me. You’ll obey me. Lift your dress and pull your panties down and show me the pussy that belongs to me.”

“What if we get caught?”

“Good. I want everyone to see my face buried between your thighs.”

“Axel,” she sighs, lifting the hem of her dress, “but Harlow’s coming back in here.”

“I don’t give a damn as long as you come on my face, too.”

I gaze down, watching Ruby lift her purple dress. It’s a knitted one, so it stays bunched around her waist. My dick swells even more at her pulling down her emerald lace panties. They look perfect hugging her thighs.

But her pussy…

“Oh, fuck, Wildfire,” I sigh at the first sight of it. At how she’s not bare. At how she keeps her auburn hair trimmed, and it’s a new fetish to drive me completely insane.

I fall to my knees and bury my nose in her scent, making her cry out.

“Shh, Ms. Jones,” I tease, staring up at her. “Don’t let them hear what a naughty girl you’re about to be for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she sighs

I nip her mound, making her gasp before I demand, “ What’s my name?”

“Yes, my king . My Axel King .”

“Good girl.” I lower my nose to her panties and inhale. “You smell so fucking good for me. Are you getting wetter, waiting for my mouth?”

“Yes, my king.”

I unzip my pants. “Do you want to see how hard I am, just staring at your pretty pussy? Just smelling your sweet cunt?”

She mutters, “But Harlow may see it.”

“Are you jealous, Ms. Jones? You don’t want another woman to see how hard my dick gets for you? How it’s yours?”

“Yes.”

I reach through the slit in my boxers, fisting my swollen tip. “Yes, you’re jealous? Or yes, you want to watch me stroke my dick while I eat your pussy?”

Her hand sinks into my hair. “Yes, to both, my king.”

I smirk. “Such a jealous girl for me. Now, pull your lips apart and show me your little clit. Show your king his pussy to rule.”

While Ruby reaches down with her other hand, obeying, I free my erection, letting it proudly jut before me, bare, while I kneel before her gingery pussy, glistening and exposed.

“Fuck yes, this is mine,” I growl.

Staring up at her, I let her watch as I gently kiss her clit for the first time.

I make her shudder with a moan, and she makes me drip.

Anchored to her eyes, I steam my breath over her tender hood before pulling it back, gently blowing cool air over her exposed clit, making her quiver and beg, “Axel, please. Lick it. Suck it. Please make me come fast.”

Grinning, I slowly lave my tongue over her little pearl. I make her thighs shake harder before I tease, “Are you shy, my Wildfire? Do you want me to make you come fast on my face so we won’t get caught?”

“No,” she sighs. “I just want you . I’ve just imagined this so many times, please. Please, do it.”

“Please do what?”

“Please eat my pussy, my king.”

“Good girl. Now behave, and ride your clit over my tongue like a queen.”

“Oh, my god.” She shivers, but wants this.

Shamelessly, I offer her the pointed tip of my tongue while she starts rocking her hips, chasing the sensation back and forth, mimicking the furious flutter of my tongue over her hard clit.

It’s an unusual method, but it fucking works.

It makes her act so desperate and damn naughty for me. She’s raunchy, real, and raw with need, and it makes me hard as hell for her. I start stroking my swollen cock to her proud pursuit before finally flicking my tongue, eagerly matching her lewd search until she cries out, “Oh fuck, Axel.”

“Be a good girl, and come on my face, Ruby.” I dive in with my mouth, rubbing my nose against her clit, inhaling her maddening musk while I lick her entrance, spearing it and getting my first flavor of her .

Then, I taste something quite distinct and…

The door to the boardroom opens. I hear it, but I don’t stop. I won’t stop. It’s Harlow, gasping, “Oh. Oh, my god. Excuse me. S… S…”

“Oh fuck,” Ruby moans, shaking and fisting my hair. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

I growl into her pussy while stroking my hard cock. I’m going to fucking lose it. It’s making Ruby come—the sight we must be. Me, kneeling and jerking off while I eat the hell out of her pussy, and Harlow busting us, seeing us.

“I’m so sorry.” I hear Harlow rush to close the door behind her, but I’m not done.

“Axel,” Ruby pants, her thighs flushed and trembling after her orgasm. “Oh my god. We gotta stop.”

I pull back, catching my breath, glaring up at her. “We’re not stopping. You’re coming again, and I’m coming, too.”

“But…” She opens her eyes and gazes down at me. Suddenly, she flinches. “Oh my god. I… I… I started my?—”

“I know, Wildfire.” I lick my metallic lips. “Thank you. I can taste it.”

“It’s on your nose.”

“And it’s in my soul, and I only want more. I want everything with you, Ruby. You’re fucking beautiful. Fuck those assholes who didn’t worship you.”

I rip her panties down, grabbing her ankle, and she steps out of them. “But, I’ve never?—”

“And you won’t. No one tastes my queen but me.”

I grab her leg and swing it over my shoulder.

Yes, I have a primal kink. I want to chase Ruby down, catch her, and fuck her like a wild beast, taking every piece of her and making her mine, and that includes this. This is the ultimate reward for my obsession, my chase, my waiting.

Fuck yes, I want this woman this much. There’s no shame, no taboo. This is her nature and power. This is what she can give me. Life. Love. It all flows from inside her, and I want every drop.

It’s only slight, the metallic taste. She’s barely bleeding, but it’s enough to get me off, to have me gently plunge a finger inside her before I lick it off to her hooded stare.

“Oh my god, Axel,” she marvels. “I can’t believe you want me like this. This is so … intimate and hot.”

“Because you’re so mine . Every drop of you belongs to me.”

Carefully, I plunge two fingers inside her while gently sucking her clit.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she moans, fisting my hair even tighter. “You’re going to make me come again.”

And I do. I kiss, lick, and suck her clit while I gently curl my fingers inside her slick, swollen walls, and her thigh shakes on my shoulder.

Her moans drop into primal groans, and my dick aches for her, but I wait.

I wait until she’s about to fall over her edge, her gasps of my name, my sign and prayer.

I plunge my tongue inside her, taking what I can of her orgasm spilling into my mouth. She shakes over my face, and I moan as she holds me here. Taking. Relishing. Loving.

I don’t need to breathe.

I only need her.

Plucking her panties from the carpet, I drape them over my dick and don’t even have to stroke my shaft. Her wet silk on my sensitive tip. Her gazing down at me through a primal haze. Her tangy, metallic taste on my tongue.

Fuck yes, Ruby makes me come with a shameless grunt, my chest shaking as my dick pulses, over and over, saturating her silk.

Lightheaded, I catch my breath and look down at the evidence of my desire for her, and a wicked thought takes me.

I want this for her.

For us .

“Now,” I lift her ankle, “put your panties back on and proudly walk out of this office like my queen.”

Silently, she obeys. She lets me drag the soaked lace up her thighs, leaving creamy smears behind, before her panties settle in place, and I smooth her dress down.

She sighs, “The whole office knows what we did.”

But I don’t hear shame in her voice.

I rise, arranging myself, zipping my pants, and smoothing them down. Then, I fist her ponytail. “Do you want to be my queen, Ruby Jones?”

“Yes, my king,” she sighs as my lips near hers.

“Then get used to wearing my cum between your legs.”

I kiss her with warning, with warmth, with wanting so much with her, even if I shouldn’t.

Even if it’s dangerous.

Even if it’s deadly.