16. Willow
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WILLOW
M y back arches as I surrender to the pleasure. This is wrong, so wrong. The words repeat in my mind, but nothing stops my arousal. His thrusts make me wetter, making me want him even more. I’m burning up, my skin on fire anywhere he touches me. Axel knows how to move, sending me into oblivion. I’m lost to the sensation, my inhibitions forgotten.
He grips my throat, cutting off my oxygen, and the panic that flares in my chest only adds to the intensity. I’m teetering on the edge, every nerve in my body screaming for release. It’s too much and yet not enough. I want to drown in this feeling, in him.
And then, something astonishing happens. As he slams into me, his thick length hitting my sweet spot again and again, I feel a gush between us. A squirt. I’ve never experienced this before, never knew my body could do this, and the realization pushes me even higher. I’m a mess of sensations, my body alive with pleasure, my mind clouded with lust.
I feel animalistic, like I’ve tapped into some wild part of myself, clinging to him, my fingernails digging into his back. At that moment, I know I’ll never be the same. I’ve surrendered to my deepest fantasy, and there’s no going back.
He releases my throat, and I gasp for air, my lungs burning as the oxygen rushes back in.
Axel’s words send a shockwave through my body. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, letting go for me. I’ve dreamed of this, you know. Of having you beneath me, wild and wanting it as much as I do.”
I can feel his eyes on me, taking in my disheveled state, and a surge of something akin to power surges within. I’ve reduced this formidable man, this criminal, to a mess of need. He’s not impenetrable, and the thought only fuels the inferno raging within. “I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you, Willow. Couldn’t get you out of my head. You’re like a fucking drug.”
He thrusts harder, his pace urgent now, and the force of it sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I moan, a strangled sound of need, and he grins, slowing down to drag out the sensation. Teasing me, drawing out my pleasure. I dig my nails into his back, urging him to move faster, needing more.
“Please,” I beg.
“I knew you’d be like this,” he says, his voice a low purr. “Knew you’d be a wild cat when we fuck. But you know what, baby? I want more. I want it all.”
The promise in his words makes my body throb with tension. “What more is there?” I ask, my lips brushing his ear.
He grips my hips, slamming into me with purpose, and the rough pace sends sparks of pleasure through my body. “Everything, Willow. I want all of you. Your body, your mind, your soul. I want you obsessed with me, just as I am with you.”
His words wrap around me like a snake, tempting and dangerous, and I know I should pull away, but I can’t. I’m already drowning in him, in this toxic, forbidden connection. “Axel—I?—”
“Shh,” he says, silencing me with a finger on my lips. “No more talking. Just feel.”
And I do. I let go of my worries and doubts and surrender to the moment, to Axel. The pleasure builds again, an urgent, aching need, and this time, when he sends me hurtling over the edge, I force myself to hold back the scream of release that tries to rip from my throat.
I barely catch my breath before Axel’s hands are on me again. He yanks me out of my chair with such force that I gasp, the sudden movement making my head spin. The world tilts as he manhandles me across my office, his strength overwhelming.
“We’re not done yet,” he growls.
My body slams against my desk, the edge digging into my hips as he bends me over it. Papers scatter, and my pen holder crashes to the floor. I should care about the mess and risk, but I don’t. Can’t. Not when his hand presses between my shoulder blades, pinning me down.
“Axel—” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears, needy despite the pleasure still pulsing through me.
“I said we’re not done.”
He enters me again in one brutal thrust. My oversensitive flesh protests, pleasure bordering on pain as he fills me completely. I stifle my cry, struggling for purchase on the smooth desktop despite my hands being tied together.
The sharp crack of his palm against my ass shocks a scream from my throat. Heat blooms across my skin, spreading outward from the point of impact. I should be horrified—I’m a professional; This is my workplace—but instead, I arch back into him, begging for more.
He obliges with another smack, harder this time, the sting making my eyes water.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is like honey, sticky and sweet in my ear. “The little doctor likes it rough.”
His hand snakes around to my throat, fingers pressing against my pulse points. The pressure increases gradually, restricting my airflow. Panic flutters in my chest, a caged bird trying to escape, but it only heightens everything else. Colors become more vivid, sensations more intense.
My lungs burn for air as he continues to drive into me, each thrust pushing me higher despite my recent release. The edge of the desk digs painfully into my hip bones, but I welcome it, the pain grounding me in this surreal moment.
His grip on my throat tightens just a fraction more, and spots dance in my vision. I’m floating, untethered, completely at his mercy.
I’m floating in a sea of sensation, my mind detached from my body as Axel holds me on the knife edge between pleasure and pain. The pressure on my throat increases, and my vision narrows to pinpricks of light. I should be terrified—this man has killed before—instead, I surrender completely.
My body responds to him in ways I’ve never experienced. Each thrust across my desk sends papers scattering to the floor. Client notes. Assessments. My professional life disintegrating as I give myself to a convicted murderer.
“Look at you,” Axel whispers. “The perfect little doctor, coming undone for a convicted murder and psychopath.”
He releases my throat enough for me to gasp a lungful of oxygen. It floods my system, intensifying every sensation. My nerves are electrified and sensitive.
“Please,” I moan, not knowing what I’m begging for. More? Less? For him to stop? For him to never stop?
His laugh is like velvet against my skin. “What would your colleagues say if they could see you now?”
The thought of Eleanor or Doctor Jameson walking in should horrify me, but it only heightens my arousal. I’m crossing every line I swore to maintain, violating every ethical code I promised to uphold.
“They’d see the real you,” Axel continues, his rhythm never faltering. “Not the mask you wear.”
Is he right? Has this proclivity always been inside me, waiting for someone to unlock it? The thought terrifies and exhilarates me in equal measure.
His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back at an angle that forces me to arch deeper. I glimpse our reflection in the small exterior window that looks out onto a disused service area—my flushed face, my wide eyes, his powerful form behind me. I barely recognize myself.
“Confess your hunger.” He deliberately slows his pace until I whimper. “No more hiding.”
The confession burns in my throat. Voicing my desire would transform this moment—no longer something I could pretend was beyond my control, but a choice I was making.
“Look over your shoulder at me and speak your truth,” he orders, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see intensity burning in his gaze. “I won’t continue until you claim what you want, Willow.”
His hand tightens in my hair as his other grips my hip hard enough to bruise, and I can’t lie anymore. Not to him. Not to myself.
“I want this,” I confess.
“Louder.” He punctuates the command with a particularly deep thrust that makes me moan.
“I want this!” I hiss, knowing that if I’m too loud, everything will unravel. I want you, Axel.”
Something breaks inside me with those words. All the careful barriers I’ve constructed and the denial and self-delusion crumble away.
“I’ve wanted you since I first saw your photo in the file,” I continue, the truth pouring out of me like blood from a wound. “I’ve dreamed about this. About you. About what you’d do to me.”
His rhythm falters momentarily, my honesty catching him off guard. Then he growls, low and possessive, and his movements become even more intense.
“I know I shouldn’t,” I gasp. “I know it’s wrong. But I don’t care anymore. The feeling of you fills me completely. Your fingerprints bruising my skin. The way you make me feel so—” I break off as another wave of pleasure crashes through me.
“Don’t stop now,” he urges his voice a velvety growl of encouragement. “You’re finally being honest with yourself. Tell me more.”
“I’ve never needed anything like I need you,” I admit, the raw truth breaking through my defenses. “Every forbidden thing you do to me makes me crave more.”
Suddenly, Axel’s hands grip my waist, and before I can process what’s happening, he yanks me off the desk in one fluid motion. My feet barely touch the ground as he spins me around to face him, his eyes burning with intensity.
“I want to see your face when you come for me again,” he groans.
He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, his powerful hands gripping my thighs. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams me against the wall. The impact knocks a framed diploma to the floor—my doctorate in psychology, shattered glass, a perfect metaphor for my broken ethics.
But I don’t care. I can’t care. Not now.
Axel enters me again in one powerful thrust that makes me cry out. My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders, nails digging into skin slick with sweat. The new angle hits something deep inside me that makes my vision blur.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he demands, gripping my jaw. “I need to see those pretty blue eyes while I fuck you.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. What I see there terrifies me—possessiveness, hunger, obsession—all reflecting my yearning. He captures my mouth in a bruising kiss that’s more claiming than caressing. His tongue invades, dominating, exploring every corner of my mouth as his hips maintain their relentless rhythm.
The kiss is savage and passionate—nothing like the careful, measured ones I’ve known. Axel bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and the metallic taste mingles between us as he groans into my mouth.
My back scrapes against the wall with each thrust, adding streaks of pain that heighten the pleasure. I’m pinned between the unyielding surface and his unstoppable force, completely at his mercy. And God help me, I love it.
His kiss consumes me like wildfire, burning away my reservations. At this moment, I’m not Dr. Matthews anymore. I’m just Willow—raw, exposed, and surrendering to the most wicked cravings I’ve ever known.
As we collapse together, spent and trembling, the reality of what we’ve done settles over me. I’ve crossed a line I can never cross. The professional boundaries I swore to uphold lie in tatters around us.
“You should go,” I whisper, though my body still clings to his. “The guards will be back soon.”
Axel’s eyes hold mine, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “This changes everything, you know.”
I nod, unable to form words, as he slowly withdraws from me, leaving me empty and aching. We dress in silence, the air between us charged with unspoken promises and dangerous possibilities.
When Martinez knocks on the door, Axel is seated in his chair again, restraints loosely in place, his expression masterfully composed. Only the slight swelling of his lips and the satisfied gleam in his eyes betray what transpired between us.
“Time’s up,” Martinez announces, eyeing us suspiciously.
I straighten the papers on my desk, avoiding his gaze. “Thank you, officer.”
“Looking forward to our next session, Dr. Matthews,” Axel purrs as they lead him away, the double meaning clear in his tone.
After they leave, I sink into my chair, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure and the dawning horror of what I’ve become. The weekend stretches before me—two days without seeing him, without feeling his touch. The thought leaves me hollow in a way I never anticipated.