Chapter Ten | Axel
Dinner is suspiciously quiet as we eat our dinner. I half expected the questions to start immediately. Cara and Maci sit at the end, giggling and talking to each other. My mom is at the head of the table and my fathers take the five seats down my mother’s left. Garrett is next to Mom, then Lincoln, Aaron, Ethan, and finally Damien. Damien is sitting across from me and Cordelia is to my right, with Kenan on her right and the girls on his. The table is long and everyone is kind of just making small talk and eating. The only ones not talking are myself, Cordelia, and Damien. It’s hard to just call them all dad sometimes, especially when there are five of them and you never know which one is being talked about. So a lot of the time, we call them by their names.
“Cordelia.” My mother says over everyone, shutting all the small talk down. My mother is a powerful woman and when she speaks, everyone shuts the fuck up.
“Mrs. Mazitti.” Cordelia responds respectfully.
“Do you prefer a gun or knife?”
She looks over at me and I nod, signalling her to answer. “A knife for close combat. They’re easier to slip into someone and when you feel the pulse of someone's heart through the knife, there’s really nothing that could compare.” Cordelia responds almost perfectly. Fuck, that was hot.
“Agreed, can you use guns?” Mom asks, following up quickly.
“Yes, but they’re messy.”
“Explain.” Garrett adds.
“When you shoot someone, the impact causes too much splatter, and upon exit all the evidence you could have avoided expels from the body.”
“Fucking truth there.” Aaron laughs.
This is going to be a very unique dinner. I’ve never seen one go like this. Usually it's, what's your family life like? Did your daddy touch you in your no-no places?
“What did you do with the bodies?” Ethan asks, eating a piece of potato off his fork.
“Well, if I tell you that, I’d have to kill you.” Cordelia shrugs, cutting into her chicken.
Cara gasps and the entire table goes silent. No one has ever threatened us in our own home at our dinner table.
“I like her.” Damien says with a laugh.
“How’s your hand to hand?” Maci asks.
“Not the best, I usually trick men into coming home with me. They’re usually pretty compliant. Well, until I tie them down and pull out a knife.” Cordelia just keeps going, surprising the fuck out of me. I didn’t expect her to just talk about all of it so openly. I half expected that I’d have to threaten her to talk. I did tell her to answer the questions, maybe my little deer actually understands who she belongs to.
“Where’d all the bruises and cuts come from?” Cara asks.
“Axel.” She shoves a piece of chicken in her mouth. “This is the juiciest chicken I’ve ever eaten.” She makes a moaning sound as she enjoys her food. I guess I really haven’t fed her since I took her, which means she’s probably starving.
“Eat as much as you want.” Damien tells her as he passes the plate of chicken over.
“Thanks.” She says with a half full mouth, taking the plate from him. When she takes two more pieces of breasts, I feel like I fucked up.
“Axel?” My mother pulls my attention. “Did she pass your game?”
“Yes.” I respond, watching to see what my mother plans on doing next. She has her hands steepled in front of her face.
“The twatwaffle had his fun, that’s for sure.” Cordelia pops off, not even being asked a question.
“She’s impressive.” Kenan states.
“You don’t get an opinion doll face .” Cordelia looks over at Kenan, pointing her knife at him. And the way she said doll face, is like she’s reminding him about their encounter.
“I really like her.” Maci claps. “Can we keep her, please?”
“No. She’s not yours to play with.” I snap.
“Enough.” My mother snaps her finger.
“Cordelia, I need you to be ready to leave at five tomorrow morning. Boots, jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket. Put your hair in a ponytail.”
“Why?” Cordelia asks, and I grab her thigh and squeeze, signalling her that that was too far. “Apologies. I’ll be ready.” Then she stabs her fork into the top of my hand. I hiss, removing my hand.
Leaning over, I get closer to her ear. “You’ll pay for that, little deer.”
She just shrugs and continues eating, like she’s no longer worried about her status in my life. I’ll have to remind her who’s the pet and who the master is.
After everyone is finished eating, we sit around chatting and get so caught up in conversation, that I forget for a moment that we’re anything other than just a normal family. It's times like this that I'm grateful for my family, even if I've had a weird upbringing.
I read some of Cordelia's past, but not nearly enough of it was in the blue folder Kenan gave me. I need to know more, so I know the reasoning behind why she kills people, well men. Especially since her entire job is for men. Women don't strip because they have life figured out, no something happened, making her who she is. And I need to know that detail.
“Thanks for dinner.” I state, standing up from the table.
“Ready by five.” My mom reminds me, like I'd be the reason Cordelia's not ready to go for whatever fucking test they're going to put her through.
“Yes ma'am.” I reply, taking Cordelia's hand, pulling her out of the chair and back up to my room.
Once we're locked inside, I spin her around and slam her back into the wood. “Who do you belong to?” I ask her, pressing my knee between her thighs.
“You.” She moans, her eyes falling shut.
Grabbing the front of her dress, I rip it off her body, the sound of the material ripping echoes around us as I bear her tits. I lean down, kissing and nipping at her body as I continue tearing the dress until it's only hanging on by the straps on her shoulders. Each mark on her body is fucking perfect and I want to see her covered in the ones I give her tonight. I kneel, marking her as I go.
“Axel.” She moans my names, threading her fingers into my hair as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, biting into her thigh. She pushes her hips forward, her body begging for more.
“Is my little deer soaked for me?” I ask, sliding my fingers through the warmth of her cunt until I feel the slickness of her. I shove two fingers into her, dropping her leg as I stand back up, sinking my teeth into her breast. She bucks against my hand, arching her back as she moans again. I love the way she sounds, needy and wanting, just for me. “Tell me little deer, whose cunt is this?”
“Yours.”
“Since it's mine, I can do whatever I want to it.” I curl my fingers with each thrust, reaching deep inside of her as her knees begin to shake.
“Yes.” She hisses and I don't think she fully understands what I mean when I say she's mine.
I pull my fingers from her just before she reaches her first orgasm of the night, making her whimper.
“Take the dress off.” I tell her, stepping back. She shakes it off, letting it pool at her feet. “On your knees.” I command, moving to the bed, she does as she's told. “Crawl to me.” There's a look that crosses her face, but when I lift a brow and put her pussy soaked fingers into my mouth tasting her, she smiles. “Be a good little deer and crawl to me.”
She does, her tits dangling below her, swaying as she moves. Her hips dip and move with each pass of her knees. God fucking dammit, she's stunning.
My hard cock is begging to be freed from the restraints of my slacks, but it'll have to wait until she's here, I won't be touching myself, she's going to do everything tonight.
“How bad do you want my cock after I just finger fucked you?” I ask her as she stops in front of me, pushing up to sit on her knees. She doesn't answer, but I can see it in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do, even if she'd hate to admit it. “Take my cock out.” I tell her and when she reaches for my zipper, I stop her. “Use your mouth.” I say, putting my finger under her chin.
She lets out a frustrating sigh. “There are worse things I could do to you little deer, remember that.”
“Maybe I'd prefer that over the humiliation of crawling to you and unzipping your pants with my teeth.” She falls back, ass to heels and looks up at me.
Something inside of me snaps, I grab her by the throat and slam her backwards to the hard wooden floor.