26. Axel
26
AXEL
T he harsh overhead lighting buzzes, difficult to adjust to after weeks of near-darkness. Willow was the only thing that grounded me. Her daily visits to service my dick became my anchor, and fuck, I feel like I’m dying when she’s not with me.
I try to drink in the familiar sight of Willow’s office—the leather chair, the clinical desk, the camera in the corner that’s seen so much and yet has always been handled by bribes.
My muscles stay coiled, ready. A month in solitary changes a man and sharpens his instincts. I’ve been brought in for some reason, but Willow isn’t here yet.
The moment she walks in, the constant chorus of violence in my head falls silent.
She’s different. The timid doctor who first interviewed me is gone. Willow moves like a predator rather than prey now. Her blue eyes hold mine with unflinching intensity.
“Dr. Matthews.” My voice comes out rough from disuse. “Miss me?”
“Every second.” The words slip out softly. She glances at the camera and slides into her chair, crossing her legs. The hem of her skirt rides up just enough to make my mouth water. “I’ve handled the camera today.”
“You’ve changed,” I point out. “Found yourself while I was away?”
A smile plays at the corners of her mouth, and it’s not the nervous one she used to give; it’s wicked and knowing. “Maybe you’re seeing what was always there.”
The air between us crackles with possibility. This new Willow radiates power and danger, making my skin prickle with anticipation.
“Show me,” I demand.
She rises, approaching me. A jolt of electricity courses through me as she leans down, her lips barely brushing my ear. “Soon, we will be free together. I’m working on a plan.”
I spring forward, and her eyes widen as I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. I groan, filling my hands with her ass, squeezing. She gasps, her breasts crushed against my chest.
Fuck, she feels good.
“I’ve missed this.” My lips brush her ear, her hair cascading down, shielding us from prying eyes. “I missed fucking you somewhere that I can see your pretty face. Solitary was a lousy place for fucking.”
Pulling back, I scrutinize her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. God, she’s gorgeous. My throat tightens with the urge to mark her, to claim her. Instead, I tug at the neckline of her shirt, exposing her creamy skin. “You too, I bet.” I chuckle, my voice dropping an octave. Being cooped up in this office without me to play with. Without this...”
My teeth find her pulse point, nipping. Her head falls back, baring the smooth column of her throat, and I can’t resist tasting her. Teeth sinking in, I feel her shiver.
“Axel, please.”
My hands find her blouse, desperate to feel her skin. Buttons pop open, one after another, under my urgent fingers. I pull the fabric, baring her breasts.
Diving my mouth to her nipple, I groan at the taste of her. Suckling hard, I swirl my tongue, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers twist in my hair, urging me on as I feast on her, marking my territory.
Then, with a savage growl, I bite down, relishing her cry of pleasure and pain. Her body bucks against mine, but I hold her firm. This mark will fade, but I crave something more permanent. A mark only she and I will know, binding us together in this twisted dance.
I pull back from her breast, admiring the mark I’ve left. My thumb traces over it as an idea sparks. “Once we’re out of here, I will tattoo you. Mark you as mine permanently.”
Her eyes widen. “You know how to tattoo?”
“I was an artist before. Got skilled with the needle.” My fingers trail down her spine, remembering the feel of the machine in my hand. “I’ll take my time with you. Make it beautiful. Make it hurt just right.”
She shivers against me, and I grip her hips. “Now, were you a good girl? Did you follow the instructions I gave you yesterday in solitary?”
Her cheeks flush pink as she nods. “Yes.”
“Show me.” I force her up, spinning her around and bending her over her desk. Papers scatter as I lift her skirt, groaning at the sight of the thick plug nestled between her cheeks. “Good girl.”
I grasp the base, slowly working it free.
I waste no time, yanking her skirt up to her waist, baring that beautiful, ripe ass. My cock twitches, hungry for her. I line myself up, teasing her with the head of my cock, relishing the whimper that escapes her as she pushes back, eager for more.
“Such a pretty sight.” I admire the way her ass opens up for me, beckoning. Taking a firm grip on her hips, I drive into her in one smooth stroke, burying myself deep in her ass.
We both groan, the pleasure overwhelming. Her ass envelops me, and I feel her muscles clench tight around my cock.
She’s fucking perfect.
Leaning over her, my lips find her ear. “You like that, don’t you? Like having my cock in that tight ass.”
“Yes,” she moans. “More, Axel, please.”
I pull out slowly, watching her muscles cling to me, then slam back in harder this time. She cries out, her head falling forward as I pound into her. Her ass is so damn tight, clenching and releasing me with each thrust.
I slam into her, my hips a blur. Her fingers scrabble at the desk, knuckles white, trying to hold herself up as I take her.
Fucking her like this, with the light flooding her body, I feel drunk on the sight. Her hair falls over her face, and I grip it, forcing her head back so I can see her expression. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in a silent cry. My dick pulses inside her, loving the way she moans and bucks against me.
“Look at you.” My lips twist in a half-smirk as I tug her hair. “Taking it like a perfect anal slut.”
At my words, she glances over her shoulder at me. I pull out and thrust deep again. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my bites, tits swaying with the force of my thrusts.
“I fucking love your tits.” I groan, grabbing one beneath her and squeezing. “Gonna mark them up good when we’re outta here.”
She whimpers, pushing back against me. “Axel, please... more.”
“More?” I chuckle darkly, my hands sliding down to her hips. “I’m giving it to you good. You can take it so hard, can’t you? I knew you were a little freak.”
“Yes, I can take it. More, Axel.”
At her words, a possessive growl rumbles in my throat, and I press my hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her upper body down until her forehead rests on the desk. She presses her ass back, her body offering itself to me instinctively.
I rear back, slamming my cock into her over and over, her ass swallowing me up. My weight is on her, holding her down as she takes it so fucking well. With each thrust, her ass clenches around my cock, massaging me, driving me wild.
She’s fucking beautiful like this, submitted and wrecked. Her ass is flawless, the curves of her cheeks tempting me to bite down and brand her with my teeth. Her moans fuel my need to mark her, to leave a trail of bites and scratches that scream she’s mine. My Willow.
“You like that, don’t you?” I nip at her shoulder, teasing her ear with my tongue. “Like getting fucked by a psychotic inmate. My thick cock buried deep in that tight ass.”
“Yes.” Her voice breaks as she pushes back, urging me on.
My balls slap against her with each thrust, the sounds echoing in the small room. The scent of sex fills my nostrils, that musky aroma of our desperation.
“You’ve been waiting for someone to handle you like this,” I growl, my grip firm enough to leave evidence of my possession. “Someone who won’t treat you like you’re fragile, haven’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Harder, Axel. I want it harder.”
Her words send a surge of lust through me, and I oblige, taking her with all my might. The desk shakes with the force of my thrusts, objects tumbling to the floor.
Neither of us cares.
I grip her hip with one hand, reaching around with the other to find her clit, rubbing hard circles. “Come for me. Let me feel that tight ass clench around my cock.”
My words push her over the edge, that tight ass clenching around me like a vise. “Axel!” she cries out, her voice piercing the air.
I slam into her a few more times, feeling my release building like a freight train. With a primal roar, I spill myself into her, jet after jet, claiming every inch of her. I groan, my head falling forward to rest against her back as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
We’re both panting, sweat-slicked, my cock still embedded in her ass. Slowly, I pull out, and she collapses onto the desk, her body splayed out, a portrait of debauchery. My marks are all over her, and I feel pride.
Stepping back, my eyes drink in the sight, committing it to memory. From the disheveled hair to the bite marks on her neck and shoulders, she’s a work of art—my art.
Straightening, I force my breathing steady, taking control of my body again. I glance at the destroyed office, the papers strewn everywhere, and a grin spreads across my face.
“Looks like we made a mess.” I chuckle, reaching down to tuck myself back into my pants. “But damn, it was worth it.”
Willow rises on unsteady legs, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her blue eyes lock with mine, filled with an emotion I’ve never seen directed at me before.
Her fingers dance along my jaw. “I missed you so much.”
I capture her lips with mine, tasting her desperation, her need. Something unfamiliar stirs in my chest, and it’s not the usual rush of power or satisfaction from breaking someone down. This is... different.
“I missed you too.” The words slip out before I can stop them, and I mean them. That’s what scares me.
The voices in my head start their familiar chorus.
She’s making you weak.
She’s just another toy.
Break her before she breaks you.
For her, I want to silence them.
I’ve never cared about anyone. People are tools, entertainment at best. I learned early that caring leads to pain and vulnerability. Yet here I am, holding this woman like she matters and is more than just another conquest.
Her fingers trace the tattoos on my arms, and I shiver, not from the touch but from the tenderness behind it. She sees the monster in me but doesn’t run. She walks right into my insanity and makes herself at home.
It should disgust me, this weakness. I should want to crush it to prove I’m still the cold-blooded killer everyone fears. But watching her trace my scars with such care, I can’t bring myself to push her away.
What the fuck is happening to me?
My arms tighten around her waist as these alien feelings war inside me. Part of me wants to break her neck and eliminate this threat to my control, but a larger part I didn’t know existed wants to keep her close, to protect her and what we’ve built.
I’ve never felt so out of control, so human. For the first time in my adult life, I want to embrace my humanity.