Chapter Eight
AXEL
After her little show with Xyla we dragged her ass back to Nixon’s room, not trusting our sister to not go in search of her. The three of us are currently standing in the adjoining office to Nixon’s room, trying to ignore the sound of Skye pounding on the door demanding to be let out.
“I want to kill her,” Nixon grits out.
“No. We stick to the plan. We use her to get at her father. The video we just took in the gym will be enough to have him in a rage,” Asher says.
There was a purpose to why we had her brought to the gym.
Originally we were supposed to beat her ass on camera, but then shit took a left turn and we wound up recording us fucking her.
“I like her,” I announce, drawing both their gazes to me.
Nixon looks like he wants to smash my face while Asher looks…
surprised. “What? Don’t tell me the two of you aren’t into her sassy ass.
The girl is fucking sexy as hell and a spitfire.
” Nixon can try and deny it all he wants but I know for a fact my brother likes her, if he didn’t there is no way she would still be breathing.
He would have sent pieces of her back to her father by now.
The fact she saved our sister from being kidnapped has me respecting her a little.
She doesn’t owe us a thing and yet she came to warn my family.
“What do you suggest?” Ash asks.
“Send the video of us fucking her to her father, but blur our faces out. We keep her for a few more weeks, then set her free and let him kill her.”
Nixon turns to Asher. “Send the video but we aren’t keeping her. She will die tonight,” he orders.
“I have a surprise for you both. Don’t be late for dinner. And when I prove you wrong, you have to admit it before I let either of you play,” I announce as I stalk out the opposite door to the one she is currently pounding on.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with her?” Nixon asks.
“Gag the bitch and chain her to your bed. I don’t care, but just remember neither of you can play until you agree I’m right,” I say as I stroll out of there whistling.
Asher and Nixon are both glaring at me from across the table, they have been acting sour since I refused to tell them what my surprise is.
“We finished our meal, now tell us what the fuck it is,” Asher snaps.
I tsk my impatient man and shake my head.
“The dessert is about to be served and I promise, you will love it.” Nixon growls and slams his fist down on the table.
He opens his mouth ready to lose his fucking shit, but the second the dining room doors open and he hears Skye hurling threats at the two guards dragging her in.
He clamps his mouth closed. I raise my brows at the sight of Mario’s nose oozing blood and Claude's eye already swelling.
“I’ll fucking break your face,” she snaps as the guys shove her forward. She catches herself on the edge of the table and whirls around, ready to have another go, but I cut in before she can.
“That’ll be all,” I say. Both of them shoot me a nod, then stalk out of the room, closing the doors behind them. Nixon and Asher stare at me with wide eyes, none of us are wearing our masks now.
“What the fuck, Ax?” Ash hisses, drawing Skye’s attention to us. The second she takes in the sight of us dressed in plain clothes with no masks, her jaw unhinges and her eyes widen.
I push back from the table and stand facing her. “Hello, petal.” She snaps her mouth closed and swallows audibly. She tears her gaze from mine to look over at Asher and Nixon, who have both schooled their features and masked their shock and anger about me blindsiding them.
“Now I have seen your faces, which means you plan to kill me.” Her tone is firm, there is no anger, just understanding.
“No,” I say.
“No?” Nixon grits out. I shoot my brother a wink before focusing back on her.
“I had some garments delivered to you earlier. Are you wearing them beneath that coat?” I ask.
Her jaw locks and I can tell she wants to fight, but keeps her retort inside.
She yanks the coat open exposing the stunning blood-red lingerie I had one of the maids deliver to her.
Her hair is even out and flowing around her shoulders.
I flick my hand, motioning for her to lose the coat entirely.
She grinds her teeth but does as she’s told.
“Come here,” I demand. Skye Gordon may hate being ordered around and told what to do, but it hasn’t escaped my notice that vanishes the moment you dangle the prospect of sex in front of her.
When she comes to stand beside me, I grab her arm and pull her forward so her back is flush against my chest and she is left facing my brother and Asher.
Both of them rake their gazes over her. The basque she wears is designed to accentuate the natural features of her feminine form.
It has a boned structure which runs the entire length of the garment, enhancing the curves of her hips.
The basque’s bra pushes her tits up and exposes our brand perfectly, which I know will drive my brother insane.
The garter belt she wears holds her stockings in place.
The tiny red thong she wears exposes the globes of her ass perfectly, which I know will drive Asher crazy when he sees it.
The long straps of the garter belt elongates her legs, making her appear taller.
The red bottom black heels she wears has her appearing sultry and seductive.
I push her hair to the side, exposing the curve of her luscious neck, then tip my head down and lick a trail from the base to her ear, making her gasp and begin panting as I nibble on the shell of her ear.
“Will you be a good little slut and let us have you for dessert?” I hum in her ear. I run my hands up and down her arms, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin. The tremors that roll through her tell me how much she is craving this and enjoying every damn second.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Hmm, that isn’t the right answer,” I whisper in her ear as I shift my hand and cup her pussy, making her cry out and push up onto her tiptoes.
“Yes, sir,” she pants. I glide a finger along the lace of her thong and growl my approval when I feel her soaking through it already when we have barely touched her.
“Wrong again, petal,” I growl, then bite down on the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder, making her cry out.
“Yes, Daddy!” she shouts. I release my bite on her and lick the area, easing the sting.
“Good girl,” I preen. “Now, on your knees. I want you to get my cock out and suck it until I tell you to stop.” There is no resistance from her as she turns around and slowly lowers to her knees in front of me, and begins unbuttoning my jeans.
I flick my gaze back to my brother and Asher to see them both sitting there coiled tightly and ready to pounce.
The second she frees my cock, a wanton moan tumbles out of her.
I reach down and run my fingers through her hair.
“Suck it like a good slut,” I snarl. The instant her lips wrap around me I groan at the feeling of her hot, wet little mouth.
“Axel…” Nixon growls my name in warning, but I ignore it.
“Fuck, her mouth feels so good. You could have a turn but you have to admit that I’m right and we can keep her.
” Both of their faces pinch in anger. Neither of them like admitting when they are wrong and most of the time I’m good with following their orders, but not where she is concerned.
I want to keep her. I’m nowhere near done with exploring her body or what her limits are and them killing her will ruin that!
“Jesus Christ!” Asher snaps and pounds his fist against the table when I begin moaning as she bobs up and down at a quicker pace.
“Leave the Lord out of this. He won’t forgive any of us, not even my little whore,” I say.
I allow her to suck me for another minute before I say, “Stop.” She instantly obeys my command and pulls back, then looks up at me.
The spit dripping down her chin has me smirking.
I reach out and rub it all over her face.
The filthy slut moans and opens her mouth.
I shove three fingers in her mouth, making her gag.
“Suck them.” She does and it makes me groan.
“Fuck!” Nixon roars as he pushes back from the table and stands ready to no doubt flee.
“Uh-ah, Brother. I had the staff lock the doors. You are stuck here watching my show until I say otherwise.” If looks could kill, I would be dead.
My brother is vibrating with rage and I love it.
I fucking enjoy pushing him to the edge of his sanity.
“Sit on the table, I want your heels resting on the edge and your legs open so I can stare at my pussy.”