Page 126 of Caution to the Wind
“I was never yours like this,” I countered. “You didn’t want me.”
“You were too young,” he countered, scraping his teeth across my throat over the grip of his hand there. He smelled like cedar and pine forest and clean, cool fog rolling over mossy ground. His long, silky hair tickled my collarbone. “But you’re not a kid anymore, and I wanna fuck ’til you forget all the goddamn lies. I wanna punish your tight cunt with my cock and all this pretty skin with my teeth. I wanna destroy you like you destroyed me.”
“So do it,” I dared, baring my teeth at him, his blood still stuck in the grooves. “Show me how much you hate me. I can take it.”
On a ragged groan, he closed his teeth over my neck just beneath my ear and sucked hard at my pulse point. “You can’t fuckin’ handle what I wanna do to you.”
“Try me. It’s been almost two weeks since I was hurt. I can take whatever you give me.” I shoved my hands up between us and pushed him back with the leverage of the door at my back. He only moved back a few inches, but it was enough to dart out from the corner and into the middle of the room.
He looked fearsome as he turned to face me, his muscles coiled like heavy rope beneath his skin, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he fought for control. My eyes skimmed his torso to the obvious bulge in his jeans, the way that thick cock lay hard down one thigh. As I watched, he squeezed his length in one big palm.
“You wanna fuck me?” he asked, his voice cold, so arctic it shot shivers across my skin. “You wanna prove you can handle me? Take off your clothes and do it nice and slow.”
My hand trembled as I reached for the waistband of my black sweatpants, but not from nerves. I felt electrified with wanting, with the reality of the moment, standing there in front of the man I’d wanted for half my life, undressing for him.
It was sexy as hell, vulnerable yet empowering.
Axe-Man didn’t even blink as I slowly pushed the waistband of my sweatpants over my hip bones and the swell of my ass until they fell in a puddle at my feet. I bent in half to push my feet out of the fabric, twisting slightly so he could see the round curve of my bottom in the tiny black thong I wore. His hiss of anguished hunger made my toes curl into the carpet.
When I stood again, I pulled the hem of my cropped black tank over my head and flung it at his face.
Axe-Man caught the cotton before it made contact, his gaze still unnervingly focused on my near nudity. His mouth was a pressed line in his thick beard, his cheeks ruddy and flushed.
My nipples beaded in the cool air, the only spot of colour among the dozen of black-inked tattoos on my torso. I could feel Axe-Man tracing the designs––hisdesigns––with his gaze. Over the cobwebs and chain link looped beneath my breasts, the koi fish swimming around my naval, the huge Chinese tiger prowling down my left thigh, and a pair of female hands forming a heart shape on my side. There were countless tattoos all over my body, barely a few inches without ink, but this was the first time he’d been able to study them. I always tried to cover up around him so he wouldn’t notice the way I’d stolen more than three years of his life, I’d also stolen his art.
He stalked forward with a low, ragged growl, his eyes on my body a physical touch, a warmth close to uncomfortable. When he was within reach, he clamped a hand over my hip and traced the Chinese characters he’d once drawn of my name now inked on the outside of my rib cage.
“You little thief,” he snarled, tracing another design up to the lower curve of my small breast before he harshly pinched my nipple and toppled me to the bed. “You have me all fuckin’ over you.”
My body was still bouncing against the mattress when Axe-Man pinned me down with a hand to my upper chest, the other making deft work of his belt. I lay there gasping, not in fear but dizzying, brilliant anticipation.
My mouth went completely dry when he tugged his belt through the loops with a slickslapand folded it together in that one palm.
Before he could do anything else, though, I pressed back on my shoulders and wrapped my legs around his neck, twisting until he was forced to fall to the bed beside me. As soon as he landed, I was on him, my knees pinning his arms to the bed by the biceps, one hand on the centre of his chest and the other pressed to his throat. His pulse thrummed beneath my fingertips, his throat working on a hard swallow beneath my palm.
“I hope you didn’t think I’d just roll over so you could spank me,” I taunted in his ear. “You’ll have to try harder if you want me to submit to that.” I was dangerously high on our contact, like I was floating above reality, and the consequences of my daring couldn’t touch me. So it wasn’t surprising that I bent even closer and tugged his earlobe sharply with my teeth. “If you want me to submit toyou.”
Axe-Man grunted as he wrenched first one arm and then the other out from under my knees. Freed, he slapped his palm against my ass with a resoundingsmack. Heat exploded under his touch and sank roots deep into my groin, lighting me up from the inside out. A gasp fell from my lips, and without thinking, I rocked back, chasing his hand as it drew back.
He let out a cruel, rough chuckle that felt like a caress directly to my pussy and thenagain. A loudcrackas his palm connected with my ass cheek, and the pain tunnelled through my entire body until I felt hollow, aching to be filled up.
A full-body shiver rolled through me as he palmed my stinging left cheek and squeezed it, massaging the hurt deeper into the flesh. I canted my hips back, searching for more contact, and then slid my groin south, searching for the iron ridge of his erection beneath the denim. Finding it, I ground down on his length, tossing my head back with a loud moan.
Axe-Man cursed under his breath as he used my lack of awareness to flip me to my back on the bed again. I didn’t fight it. Instead, I lay there panting as he recovered his belt and used it to bind my hands together tightly. Done with that, he pinned my belted hands in one of his own and raised them above my head, pressing them into the pillow.
“Enough,” he declared, leaning back so he sat heavily on my hips. His eyes burned with satisfaction as they took in the sight of me prone beneath him, bound and still. “Now if only you’d shut the fuck up.”
“Make me,” I bit out, but I was too breathless to taunt him.
In fact, I was panting so much, it drew Axe-Man’s intense gaze. His eyes raked over my breasts, and then he traced the spider’s web design with the short nail of his index finger until red scratch marks outlined the black ink. The effect was strangely erotic, and I could tell by the way his breathing deepened that he thought so too.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he admitted in a gruff voice. “You’re still recoverin’––”
“Aw, afraid little ole me will make you lose control, Axe-Man? Because I can handle this. Iwantit,” I dared. “If you can’t handle a girl half your size––”
My words cut off with a truncated groan as he wrapped his hand finger by finger around my throat and squeezed slightly. Simultaneously, his other hand slipped behind him and between my legs, bullying them wider until he could cup my shamefully damp groin in his palm.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his words hard but frayed at the edges with desire he couldn’t mask. “You don’t want my forgiveness, but you want my rage and my cock? What, Jiang’s not doin’ it for you?”