15. Axel
Axel
T here must be something fundamentally wrong with me. Wrinley is a ten on her worst day, not that I’d admit that to her face, but still… on her knees at my feet, with her hair tousled, lips puffy, cheeks pink with mascara running down to her chin, she’s never looked more beautiful.
Almost everything that I've done–so far–has been carefully thought out. Except that one time, when I snapped a guy’s neck for calling her a name only I’m allowed to call her.
This was definitely not part of the plan.
Would it have eventually happened? Maybe.
The woman challenges me at every turn and I think it makes my dick harder when she does.
I offer her my hand and she knocks it away, clearly trying to prove she doesn’t need my help. When she wobbles on her feet, I reach out to steady her. Hayes will kill me if she falls and hits her head.
“I’m good,” she snaps, righting herself.
I grab my t-shirt behind my neck and pull it over my head in one quick movement, then toss it at her chest. “Clean up and I’ll take you home.”
“Excuse me? You’re not taking me anywhere,” she argues. “You know I’m a grown woman, right? I can make my own adult decisions, fuck you very much.”
“Oh, really? Wanna explain what it was that I walked into, then? Because it looked like your grown ass was about to be devoured by three strangers.”
Crossing her arms, she releases a loud huff. “That’s none of your business.”
“I’m making it my business, Wrinley.”
We stare at each other for what feels like minutes, standing off to see who will break first. It won’t be me.
“Jesus, fine.” She stomps her feet like a child. She’s kind of cute when she’s frustrated. “Not that you would have any idea–”
“Wait,” I stop her. This is not where I want to have this conversation. “Hold that thought until we’re in my truck.”
“I don’t want to go with you, Axel,” she repeats. I don’t miss how she’s now visibly shaking and her eyes are squinted like she’s trying to hold back tears. Not sure when it snuck in, but the last thing I want her to do… is cry.
“I don’t care what you want right now.” Then I take her arms in my hands and lean down to look her in the eyes.
With a softened tone, I assure her, “My truck is built to the nines Wrinley, including a full roll cage and an advanced airbag system. Nothing is going to happen and even if it did, we’d be fully protected.
I won’t let anything happen to you. I may give you shit, but I promise, you’re safe with me. ”
“Okay,” she whispers so low I almost don’t hear it.
“Okay,” I mirror.
When we get to my truck, I help her into the passenger seat and shut the door. As I round the hood to get in, the thought occurs to me, that I’m blurring the lines of what I set out to do here.
What am I doing?
I hate her and she hates me.
I shouldn’t be doing any of this and I’m getting dangerously close to uncomfortable territory. I’m a lone wolf and don’t need anyone, let alone this crazy ass woman.
I shake the rogue thoughts from my head as I hop up into the driver’s seat. From the corner of my eye, I see her jump when I pull into traffic, but I’m not about to let her freak out again.
“Okay, now you can finish telling me what the fuck you were doing at Gravity tonight.”
She blows out a heavy breath and stares into her lap, fiddling with her hands. “Not that you would understand, but it’s not easy being a virgin at twenty-three. Your sister doesn’t even know and she’s literally my only friend, so it’s not like I even have anyone I can tell.”
“Are you seriously whining about not getting fucked?” I realize I’m literally what’s standing in her way here, but I can’t help but egg her on a little.
She flings her head to glare at me and with venom in her tone, says, “You’re such a dick. Not like you’d understand. You’ve probably never had a problem getting fucked in your life. Probably have vagina lined up for days waiting to hop on that monstrosity.”
I can’t help but choke back a snicker at her attempt to villainize my dick.
It’s okay. I know she likes it. “You’re right.
I can get laid whenever I want. I just don’t.
Because I’m not a fucking man-whore. Are you really so eager to be a whore that you’re willing to go from zero to gang bang in one shot? ”
“I just wanted to get it over with, okay? Every single time I go out with or make plans with a guy, things fall through. It’s like the universe is playing a cruel joke on me and I’m fucking over it.
So I ordered pheromone spray on the internet and came to the club, hoping to attract someone that was so turned on he couldn’t resist whatever force is at play to keep me from getting some actual dick. ”
My skin pricks as rage bubbles just underneath the surface of my skin at her admission.
I knew she’d been trying to get laid for a while now, but any patience I had left flies out the window knowing the lengths she’ll go to lose her fucking virginity.
This started as a way to fuck with the perfect princess and while I realize it has morphed into some kind of twisted obsession, I don’t think I knew how far I was willing to take things with her, until right now.
Because the thought of her resorting to random dick has me feeling particularly savage.
No one will be taking her virginity but me.
“Let’s get a few things straight,” I say, gripping the steering wheel and staring into traffic, like her hazel eyes aren’t burning a hole through the side of my skull.
“First off, stop doing stupid shit. Spraying some dumb ass bullshit on your body, then going to a kink club to get fucked has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. ”
“Wait,” she interrupts, rolling her eyes. “Isn’t Gravity supposed to be super safe?”
“There is no such thing as super safe, Wrinley.” Especially not with me lurking in her shadows.
“Second, I’d think twice before threatening me again in the future.
You tried using my sister against me, and while you may care if she finds out you swallowed my cock like a damn pro tonight, I don’t really give a fuck.
What threatening will do, however, is piss me off. And you definitely don’t want that.”
“You know what, Axel? You may have been able to push me around when I was younger, but you don’t fucking scare me.”
The slight tremble in her hands that she attempts to hide by playing with the hem of her dress, tells me she’s lying. ‘Scare’ may be the wrong word, but I’m positive I intimidate her.
“Sure. Whatever you say, but I wasn’t finished. Thirdly, You will not pull anymore dumb shit like you did tonight. You have needs to be met? You’ll come to me and you’ll ask nicely.”
Her gaze shoots my way so fast, her head practically flies off her body. Through gritted teeth, she lets out a guttural groan. “And by needs, you mean what, exactly?”
“Come on, little trainwreck. You know exactly what I mean.” I smirk as I pull into a parking spot at her place and shut the engine off.
I lean back in my seat and turn to her. “But if you need me to spell it out for you, I will. I mean if you need someone to take care of that pretty cunt of yours, the only one that’ll be doing that for you… is me.”
You know those old cartoons, like Yosemite Sam, where the smoke billows out of the ears when they’re really pissed? Yeah. That’s the exact look she has on her face right now. I’m half hard just looking at her like this and am tempted to just take her right here, right now. But I won’t. Not yet.
“Just because you had your dick in my mouth, doesn’t mean you own me, Axel.”
“That’s exactly what it means.” She’s been mine since long before tonight. “You’re welcome by the way.”
“I’m not thanking you for the pleasure of sucking your cock.”
Stepping out of the truck, I walk over and open her door, unbuckle her and grab both of her hips, lifting her out of her seat and placing her feet on the ground. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight me.
“You should thank me for that. Maybe next time. For now, you can thank me for getting you home safe… without a panic attack.”