Page 127 of Caution to the Wind

“You’re such a fucking jerk,” I spat, bucking to throw him off me. “I’m not sleeping with Jiang. I never have, and I never would. Not least of all because he’sgay. You know that. Why, are you jealous?”

His laugh was a dark cough. He watched my face with stern intensity as he ground the heel of his hand into my clit.

“Why are you so hungry for a good, hard fuck then, huh?”

“I’m not,” I ground out even as I squirmed into his touch, my back arching slightly off the bed.

The cruel little smile on his mouth shouldn’t have sent a shivery pulse of desire through me, but I almost gasped at the sight. When he moved his hand from my throat to one of my nipples and twisted ithard, my eyes started to cross.

“Oh, I think you’re eager as hell,” he argued, whispering to me in that husky drawl I’d always loved. “You don’t want to be spanked; you want to be fucked until you can’t remember your own goddamn name. ’Til you forget every single inch of yourself and all the bad things you’ve done.”

“Yes,” I admitted on a sob as he began plucking at each nipple, back and forth, back and forth the way a musician picked music from guitar strings. “God,yes.”

“You might be able to forget, but you should know, I never will.”

“Please,” I said, mindless now, only the tension in my chest and the mounting warmth between my thighs. I didn’t know what I was pleading for exactly—a release, maybe. Not just physical but from my grief, from the mountain of self-hatred I’d buried myself beneath. “Please, Henning.”

He looked wild over me, a predator watching his prey in its death throes, his eyes manic with primal delight. There was still a hardness in his expression, a cruelness in the twist of his lips over his teeth, a wolf ready to devour.

“This doesn’t change a fuckin’ thing,” he swore, already bending, teeth bared, for my throat. “I still fuckin’ hate you.”

“I don’t care,” I said because at that moment, I would have said anything to get those teeth in me. Hate was better than apathy.

Axe-Man made a rough noise of approval in the back of his throat, latched his teeth onto the curve between my shoulder and neck, palmed my entire pussy in one hand, and thenrippedoff my thong with one fierce jerk. When my wet folds were bared to his touch, he palmed me again, not rubbing or fucking, not even moving. Just holding my pussy like he had a right to it.

It was bone-quakingly hot.

Meanwhile, he sucked hickeys on my shoulders and collarbones, a necklace of vampire kisses, a wreath of bruises that I’d watch turn from one jewel tone to another. Garnet, ruby, amethyst, hints of sapphire and tourmaline and citrine. Even as he bit into my flesh and pressed his mark into my skin, I started to mourn the loss of those notes. They were written in hate, but after years of my letters being returned to sender unopened, it felt good to get a response.

Even though I wasn’t normally an obedient girl, I kept my hands pinned above my head.

By the time his ruthless mouth reached my nipples, I was panting like an animal, arching into him.

“Axe-Man, come on, yes, there,please,” I babbled.

His hot breath ghosted over my left nipple but didn’t connect.

“Fuck, do you need a road map?” I demanded.

“You want me to fuck you into the bed?” he snarled, his brows tangled, eyes flashing lightning bright.

My womb quivered, but I jutted my chin up. “Sometime in the next century, yes.”

With a glower, he pulled off me completely, standing on his knees so I didn’t even have the weight of him.

“Wait,” I started to protest, but the rest of my sentence died as I watched him thumb open his jeans and tug the zipper down, revealing grey boxer briefs that were damp at his tip with spilled precum.

My mouth dried up in an instant.

I watched with my heart beating so hard in my throat I thought I’d choke as Axe-Man slid his hand into the waistband and pulled out a thick, veiny cock.

My mouth flooded in an instant.

The sight of that big cock, long but hefty like a fucking club and so veiny I could spend hours tracing them all with my tongue, did devastating things to my body. I thought, desperately, honestly, I might do anything to play with that dick.

But I didn’t have to beg or plea.

Because Axe-Man chuckled low at the expression on my face, the way a villain might before revealing an evil plan, and he knee walked up my body until he settled on my chest.