Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
I shifted my hips and reached between us, but he moved his hips away. “You need warming up, doll.”
“Then warm me up,” I told him.
His relentless mouth between my legs made me come hard twice, and then his fingers sent me over the edge a third time, but all I cared about was becoming part of him.
Coming together as one.
“I need to feel you inside of me,” I begged him.
This time when he rolled on top of me, he pushed my legs apart with his own.
I felt the tip of him push at the entrance to my pussy, so I shifted my hips up to help him.
He stared deep into my eyes as he slowly, steadily pushed his thick length inside.
I wasn’t prepared for how his gaze seemed to settle in my soul and read all my deepest thoughts.
I was mesmerized more with each devastating thrust, and I could feel my orgasm build up inside of me, but I fought it.
I didn’t want this moment to end.
The feeling of him inside of me. His clean scent.
The devastating emotion behind his eyes as he stared into mine.
The sensation of his strong, muscular body moving in me with both ease and strength.
I fought my orgasm hard, and I fought breaking eye contact, but then it came, like a blistering earthquake that shook me from the inside out.
“Axel,” I cried, as my body arched back, still impaled on his cock.
Waves of searing white bliss nearly blinded me.
He was pumping now, working toward his own release.
I clasped his shoulders while he drove me two feet up the bed before a groan ripped out of him as he came inside me.
When it was over, and we had found our breath, he did something I never thought he’d do.
He rolled over, tucked me under his arm in a protective cuddle and nuzzled my neck.
My whole body went weak with emotional bliss.
We didn’t speak. But I don’t think either of us slept for a long time.
We just lay there, naked and pressed together, holding on to each other.
When I woke up, he was gone, leaving me to ache over how much we hadn’t said.
Four days later, I was basically living in Axel’s bedroom. It was the only place in the house that still felt like my home. Up here, I was safe from the smells of Russian food and my aunt’s venomous tongue. Bandit barely left my side, and I barely left the bed.
I hadn’t seen much of Axel, but he frequently checked in with phone calls and texts. I was sitting on the bed studying one evening when he walked into the room. Bandit’s tail thumped wildly.
He looked stressed.
“Is everything okay?”
He shrugged out of his suit jacket. “I need you to come to dinner with me.”
I looked at the balcony door windowpanes, which were streaked with rain. At that moment, a wind gust rattled the entire door. The last thing I wanted to do was dress up and head outside in that weather. “I have homework, and I need to stay with Bandit.”
Axel tossed his phone on the chair and walked over to the bed. Bandit and I watched as he lay down beside us and gently stroked Bandit’s head.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wasn’t acting like himself. “Are you okay?”
He stared at me. “I can’t do it.”
That alarmed me. “Do what?”
He chose his words carefully. “One more dinner with clients.”
That made me giggle. “How is me being there going to help?”
He continued to stroke Bandit. “Well, I’ve had an absolute shit day, but having you there makes it better.”
My smile widened. I didn’t often see this side of Axel, but when I did, I was fascinated. “How?”
“Work is the poison, and you’re the antidote.” His smile was teasing, but the moment felt real.
“Who’s going to take care of Bandit?”
“Anton said he’d come up here and hang with him.”
The truth was, I couldn’t ever resist Axel when he was like this. “I’ll do it.”
The responding smile he gave me was worth it. “Thank you.”
It took me less than twenty minutes to get ready. I put on a black turtleneck, a long black skirt and black boots. I didn’t have time to do my hair, so I put it up into a messy bun along with some big earrings and a smoky eye.
“Do I look okay?” I asked Axel nervously, as he helped me put my coat on.
“You look gorgeous.” He paused and stared down at me. “Thanks for doing this.”
My husband never asked for anything. This had been such a small ask, and he was treating it like I was doing him some massive favor.
“Anytime,” I told him, meaning it. “Even if Giselle is there.”
The bad weather hadn’t let up by the time we arrived at the restaurant. I was already dreading tonight.
Inside, I followed the hostess to the table but nearly stumbled when I saw how beautiful Giselle looked sitting at the table. Behind me, Axel protectively put his hand on the small of my back.
Introductions were made with the clients and drinks were ordered. Just like every other business dinner, I demurely sat back and quietly sipped my drink.
Giselle was making a lot of effort to include me in the conversation, which confused me. Typically she focused most of her charm toward the clients but tonight she repeatedly tried to make sure I felt welcome.
I found the gesture a bit baffling and although my responses were polite, they weren’t particularly warm.
Axel leaned in and spoke softly into my ear. “You can trust her.”
Our eyes met.
He spoke again, in a low voice. “I know you’ve had your differences but she’s one of the good ones, like Maksim or Anton and Oleg.”
I studied him. I knew something was up with my husband, but I couldn’t place what. He seemed more secretive. More worried about things that he wasn’t talking about. And now this cryptic message about Giselle.
It seemed so odd that he was trying to convince me to trust her, especially considering the history I had with her.
I shrugged and nodded, but I didn’t believe him.
Later that night when we pulled into the driveway, Axel didn’t turn off his truck.
“Are you going somewhere?” I asked.
“I’m needed at work for a couple of hours.”
“Okay,” I said, gathering my bag to get out.
“Do you still remember the number?” There was a sense of urgency in Axel’s voice that I hadn’t heard before.
“What number?”
“The one I gave you with the key?”
I nodded. “Yes. I remember.”
“Don’t forget it. Practice it every night.”
The next morning, I was standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for school. Axel had left long before my alarm went off, slipping out with a soft kiss and instructions for me to have a good day.
Bang!
From the bed, Bandit stood, barking loudly at the tremendous noise that had just sounded downstairs.
I stood in the middle of the room, frozen, listening, trying to decipher what had happened. Had something fallen? Was someone fighting?
Then I heard the screams of men.
I opened my bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing, freezing when I saw my uncle lying on the floor of the foyer in his boxers and tank top.
A police officer was kneeling on top of him, putting him in handcuffs.
My aunt was screaming in the hallway below while another police officer pushed her against the wall.
I shut the door and looked around, breathing heavily. On the bed, Bandit was growling loudly.
I dragged his bed and dishes into the master closet before commanding him to go inside. He didn’t want to, and made it clear that he was protesting.
“Come on, Bandit,” I cajoled, as I ripped open a pack of puppy pads and lay two down.
With great reluctance, he slowly walked inside.
Before he could change his mind, I shut the closet door, knowing this was the only way I could keep him safe. I couldn’t let him bark at men with guns.
Pounding sounded at my locked bedroom door.
“I’m unarmed,” I yelled.
“Unlock this door,” a male voice screamed.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I cried out. “I’m unarmed and opening the door.”
“Open. The. Door.”
I opened the door and the moment I did, someone was twisting me around, pushing me to the ground, and pinning my arms behind my back.
“My dog is in the closet,” I panted, my mouth against the carpet. “Please don’t hurt him. He’s reactive.”
“We’re not interested in your dog,” the man grunted as he hauled me to my feet. “Come on, time to go.”
He half pushed, half dragged me down the stairs. Police were everywhere, streaming into the house with cameras and bags. I could hear my aunt screaming from the kitchen, and my uncle was yelling in Russian on the front lawn.
“What is happening?”
“Shut up and move it,” my captor told me. “Time to get in the van.”
“Don’t hurt my dog,” I begged.
He put his big hand on the back of my head before pushing me inside and slamming the door after me.