Page 152 of Pretty Broken Wings

The water gets warm quickly, and soon, I’m melting into his touch. It’s rough and aggressive and so fucking needy. For a second, I worry that he won’t stop if I ask him to. But the hardness of the knife in my grip soothes me. And with that, I realize I don’t want him to stop. I’m choosing this. I fucking want this.

I grab Axel’s torso with my free hand, yanking him back into me. “Your clothes,” I gasp.

He grins, and instead of pulling his shirt off, rips the soggy thing off with a loud tear. His glasses clatter to the shower floor.

Then I can see the water dripping down his sculpted torso, and it makes my mouth water. Shimmying out of the pants takes a little longer, and as soon as they’re around his ankles, he snapsa hand out, grabbing my neck and pinning me to the shower wall.

“See something you like, little bird?”

His grip makes me cough, but I grin. The power behind his grip should be terrifying. It is.

“Know why I call you that?” He’s on me, rubbing his hard dick against my pussy.

“Condom,” I gasp, dragging my fingers down his shoulders.

Axel laughs, and it’s a cruel sound. “Oh, but you didn’t say please.”

His grip doesn’t ease, and I have to cough out the word. Then he’s ducking down for an instant, and the pressure is gone.

I suck in a breath.

“It’s not because of your name.” Axel rips into a packet that he must have pulled from his pocket.

I narrow my gaze at him, and he makes a show of rolling the condom onto his throbbing length.

“It's ‘cause you remind me of Poe. With your pretty broken wings. And your ability to claw my soul straight from my body.” Then Axel’s on me again, this time lifting me up under my arms.

I squeal, kicking my feet, but then he’s there, pressing between my legs. He slows when he lines his dick up with my entrance, gaze meeting mine. His glasses are gone, and his pale eyes are blinking away the water. I tremble.

“Ready, little bird?”

I sneer at him, and then he’s shoving into me, stuffing me so full I gasp. It doesn’t hurt, the fucking from earlier readying me. But it’s sudden, and it’s full. I wrap my arms and legs around him to gain some stability, careful not to cut either of us.

“That’s a good girl. Cut me with those pretty little nails.” Then Axel pounds into me, groaning. “Make me bleed, vicious little thing.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” The stimulation of Axel’s dick quickly brings me right back to the arousal I had just an hour ago.

Axel grunts, “Be a good girl and hurt me.”

So I do. I rake the nails of my free hand down his back, which just results in him shuddering and pressing in closer to me. He grinds his pelvis into me, rubbing on my clit in the process and making me gasp.

“Harder,” Axel groans.

At first, I hesitate. Then, I dig my nails into him so hard there’s no way I’m not ripping his skin open. I feel the way he locks up in pleasure, and it makes a rush of pleasure fill me. Oh god, I want to see him bleed. For me.

“Vicious,” he pounds into me, “little thing.”

Then he’s slipping his hand between us, fingers pressing down to find my clit. I’m already so stimulated that when he brushes it, I tighten my legs around him.

“Ah, gonna come already? Couldn’t take it?” Axel’s voice is mocking. In response, I wrap tighter around him, bouncing on his dick. The movement just builds up my own orgasm, though.

Axel laughs. “Poor little Raven. Couldn’t handle five minutes with this dick before she needs to cream all over it.”

Tracing my hands up, I fist them in his hair and yank his head back, exposing his neck to me. Then, I take the knife and put it to his throat. Not close enough to touch it because I’m afraid I’ll actually cut him, but close enough to see if I can get his eyes to hood. To see if he’ll submit to me. I say, “You like to run your mouth.”

Axel laughs into the spray, then turns his head to the side.

I yank it back. “What. Having a hard time breathing?”