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“Only you,” I pant as he presses his middle finger over a sensitive spot, a thrill racing through my sex.

“I only wanted you to see.” To touch . My nipples bead behind my dress, and he must sense my desperation because he tugs at my zipper, pulling it down so hard I hear it rip.

With a thinly veiled growl, Axel rips the dress away, exposing my chest. His front is pressed against my back and his hand is on me, fondling my tit and pinching my nipple between those rough fingers as he drives me to madness with the hand between my legs.

It’s almost like something’s taken control over him as he buries his face in my hair, touching me… everywhere.

There is no control. No finesse. No soft caresses.

His touch is hungry and desperate. “You’re such a little cock tease,” he whispers into my ear, and my breath catches when he pinches my clit, kissing my shoulder as he brings me closer to the threat of an explosion of pleasure.

“But no one else can have you. They’ll have to go through me, and I won’t let them even get close!

” Axel tugs at my nipple, sinking his teeth into my shoulder at the same time, and that sends an explosion through me.

My breath catches in my throat, and my body locks up for a second before releasing with rough tremors.

I quake against him, sobbing as he continues to work me sensitive nub, drawing out my pleasure and leaving me a sobbing mess.

I’ve barely recovered when Axel withdraws his hand and spins me around to face him.

I gasp at the heat I read in his eyes, but I barely have time to see it before his mouth slams down on mine.

I’ve never been kissed before, but I doubt this truly even counts as one.

We’re sharing air. It’s a press of lips as we breathe in each other.

There is something feral about him as he unbuckles his belt and rips down the zipper of his jeans, and I can’t help but pull back, my eyes dropping to his cock, and holy shit!

I would be lying if I said I haven’t tried to imagine what his cock looks like, but I wasn’t even close. Every inch of this man is immense, it seems.

His hand grips my waist and yanks me against him.

I bite into my bottom lip as he lifts my leg to drape over his hip.

I roll my hips into him, offering myself to him.

He’s supposed to put his cock inside me.

I’ve read about this plenty of times. It’ll hurt, but I want it.

I’m desperate for it. I don’t care about the pain because it’s him .

“I’m ready,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck, blushing fiercely as those heated eyes move over my face. “Do it…”

“Fuck!” he growls, his pupils blowing wide and nostrils flaring as he grips his thick shaft. “You’re killing me, baby.” His hand leaves my waist to grip my hip as he slides his cock against my folds, and I nearly scream at the sensation—but it’s not enough. He isn’t inside me.

“It’s okay, you can do it.”

“Not here... Not like this…”

“I want it. Want to feel you.”

“Fuuuck!” he chokes out, working his hips faster, the head of his cock brushing my clit with each stroke.

A fresh wave of my arousal mixed with his precum makes the glide smooth, and the feeling is like nothing I could ever describe.

The romance novels under my bed never prepared me for anything like this.

I feel it the moment he climaxes. Axel stills against me, tensing before he releases with a bellow, painting my inner thighs with hot spurts, and the sensation of his cum on my skin pulls me right over the edge with him.

I cling to him, burying my face in his shoulder and breathing in his scent as he spills his seed over my skin.

I whimper at the feeling of his rough shirt rubbing against my sensitive tits, loving the feel of those firm muscles under my fingertips, but the elation is cut off abruptly when Axel tenses against me once more.

“Axel…”

“Fuck,” he curses out, pushing back to look at me, and this time, the heat from moments ago has cleared from his gaze, and in its place is…regret.

Pain slams into me like a knife, and I gasp at the look in his eyes. Axel has pulled away, but he not just physically. I sense him withdraw from me emotionally, and everything we just did—what we just shared—is tainted in an instant.

“You asshole,” I whisper, sniffing back tears as I attempt to cover my naked body, but there’s barely anything left of my green dress after the damage he did to it.

“I’m sorry, Brooke. I never should have touched you. Your father—”

“Isn’t here!” I hiss, turning around. Unwilling to hear his dumb apology or see the regret in his expression. “This has nothing to do with him.”

“Brooke, I am supposed to be looking out for you, and just now I crossed a line.”

I whirl around, fury burning in me, and I latch onto it like a lifeline.

“How can you cross a line when it’s something we both wanted?

” My eyes drop to his hands, which are white-knuckled fists at his sides.

He’s fighting with himself against the urge to reach out and touch me.

I can see it. He wants me as much as I want him, so why is he holding back?

“You’re always watching me, so how can you be blind to the fact that I want to be with you? ”

“Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” I yell, frustrated. “Am I not allowed to want you? To fall in love with you? Well, it’s too late for that, Axel!”

“Brooke—”

I hate the regret I see in him, but it’s the pity that breaks me. My eyes swim with hurt, and I bite hard on my lip, willing the tears to not spill. I can’t break down in front of this man. I’ve already made a fool of myself enough as it is.

“Just get out.” I turn around, ignoring his pleas to listen as I gather what little dignity I have left and hurry to my room, slamming the door closed behind me.

Here, I can break down.

Whatever it is I set out to prove tonight, it’s obvious that I’ve failed. And lost everything in the process.