Chapter 31 Axel
Axel
Opening the door, I see Presley dancing around a pole and a huge mirror behind her.
Her body is riddled with bruises, and I tighten my grip on the handle of the knife.
Walking in earlier and seeing her sitting on that prick's lap was equally maddening and satisfying. Unfortunately for her, I don’t look at her the same.
She’s a thirsty whore who played us out for fools.
She’s going to marry Jacob Lee and that will be the end of her.
To think I had feelings for her, that I loved her, makes my stomach flip and my heart ache.
She touched me. She did things to me without my consent.
I could never forgive her. Not in this lifetime at least.
Stepping further into the room, she moves back and falls onto the bed as I sit in the chair in the corner.
“Don’t be scared. We both know why we are here.” I grin as her eyes widen in fear.
“I don’t want to,” she answers, and I smile.
“Since when do you have a choice? Isn’t that what you always told me?” I grin, knowing my words send daggers to her heart.
“Why are you doing this? This isn’t you, Axel!” she shouts, and I shake my head.
“You don’t even know me, Presley. Let’s be real!” I spit, and she gasps.
“Don’t seem so shocked. You might find a dick in that gaping hole you call a mouth.” I laugh as tears pour down her face.
“What has he done to you? My Axel would never talk to me like this. I know what I did was unforgivable, but still—” God would she just shut up already.
“I really don’t give a fuck, Presley. Now, shut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use,” I tell her, and she swallows, shaking her head. “Come on. Let’s go!” I order, and she jumps.
“Axel. Please!” She begs, making me laugh.
“The time for begging has come and gone. Get on your knees and do what you do best.”
“Axel, no!” she yells as more tears fall down her cheeks.
“Stop crying like a bitch and get over here! Now, Presley!” I shout, making her jump again as she climbs off the bed, walking over to me.
She sinks to her knees, and with shaky hands, she unbuttons my jeans, pulling down the zipper, and taking my cock out.
“Now suck!” I order, and she wraps her mouth around the tip, sucking down the old and new bars along my length.
I revel in the pain, knowing I’m not healed yet, but giving no fucks about the stinging sensation it leaves from her warm mouth.
I take my knife and slash against her back as I stare at the scars I left not too long ago.
They split open with ease, and I sink my fingers into the wounds, digging my nails into her flesh.
“You opened wounds I had so tightly closed, so now yours will bleed with mine,” I grit, hissing as she takes me to the back of her throat.
I grab a fist full of her short hair and shove her face down while thrusting up, making her gag.
“That’s it, you fucking cunt. Choke!” I growl then let her up for air.
She sobs as she continues to suck my dick.
Her mouth is warm and her throat is tight, but all I want to do is take the life from her eyes, much like she did mine the day she touched me.
I want to hurt every single person who harmed me, so I slash my blade down her arms, watching the blood pool along the cuts.
Once again, I dig my nails into every slice I leave as her body shivers in pleasure.
I curl my lip in disgust knowing she enjoys it, so I rip her head off my cock and push her back.
She falls onto her hands, looking up at me with those sea blue eyes and mascara dripping down her face.
“We’re not done. Now ride me!” I order, but she shakes her head.
“No, I won’t. I don’t want our first time to be like this!” she yells, and I laugh.
“There will never be another time like right now! This will be the last time you see me, touch me, feel me. So take it while you can,” I spit, and her eyes widen as she continues to shake her head.
“No, Axel! I won’t. I can’t take something like that from you. You’ve never been with a woman before. You deserve so much more. Don’t make me do this!” she begs as I grip my cock, stroking it. The begging really does it for me. Her tears, her fear. God damn I want to cum already.
“I didn’t give you a choice! Right, isn’t that what all of this is about?
Poor Presley has no voice, no say. Nothing!
Remember I see you! I see the scared little girl.
But I also see the monster in you. The cunt who gets off on all this.
So many men want you, but you continue to play the part, right, Presley.
To survive? You give false hope you get what you want—what you need, but guess what?
You owe me. Now get the fuck up and sink that rancid used cunt on my cock!
Now!” I yell, twirling the knife in my hand.
She swallows and gets to her feet, pulling down her thong and kicking it away from us.
Her hands travel up her stomach and over her tits to the collar on her neck.
She unbuckles it, letting the harness fall to the floor then walks over to me and stands between my legs.
I run the blade up one thigh then switch to the other.
She hisses as I reopen the wounds on her inner thigh.
“You bleed so beautifully. It’s dangerous how much beauty pours out of you to only make you subpar and weak.
It’s a shame. We really could’ve been something…
” I trail off, wiping the blood that’s dripping down her legs onto her clit as her hands touch my shoulder.
I take a deep breath and line up my cock with her entrance.
“I fucking hate you, Presley Hart. I fucking hate you with everything I am and everything I will be.” I grit my teeth as she slowly sinks onto me.
She’s so fucking warm. So fucking tight.
My eyes shudder for a second as I revel in the feeling of this girl for the first time, knowing it's the last and only time this will ever happen.
“I hate myself more,” she whispers as she slams down onto me and rolls her hips, tightening around my cock.
“Fuck!” I groan as she fucks me hard and fast. I grip her hips to slow her down, but she slaps my hand away as I bring the blade to the bottom of her neck.
“I want you to die, Presley. Just like I wanted her to die for everything she did to me,” I spit as I slash just below her neck.
“You let them hurt me. She let them hurt me. You fucking hurt me,” I spit, sliding the blade down the center of her chest. She cries out, but picks up her pace, tightening around me once again.
I lick up her chest, gathering the blood from the open wound and spit it in her face.
She gasps as warmth fills my lap and her tits bounce in my face.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down hard.
“I want to die too, Axel. I tried, but it was not hard enough,” she admits as I switch nipples and bite down again, dragging the blade along her arm again.
“You’re in luck tonight. I’ll do it for you,” I growl, taking her wrist and slashing over her scar.
“Axel!!!” she screams as blood sprays against us.
“Now you can be free. No more hurting. No more being scared.” I smile as that familiar tingle rushes up my spine.
I grab her other wrists and slice down her scar, making her cry out.
“I fucking hate you. Death is better than living, Presley.
Right? So let's die together, and maybe in another life, we will be together,” I tell her, and she screams, trying to grab for my knife but she's too weak.
I grit my teeth as I cum so fucking hard deep inside her while her body sways against me.
I laugh, taking the knife and dragging it up my wrist, then lift hers and press them together.
“Your Fallen Angel has become the Angel of Death,” I whisper as the room begins to spin.
“No, Axel, You can never be anything but Beautiful. My Beautiful Fallen Angel,” she slurs, then collapses onto the floor. The room begins to spin as my knife falls to the floor, and I laugh.
Standing, I stumble, falling to my knees as blood rushes from my wrist. I look into the mirror at myself and smile.
“I’m free. We’re free,” I cheer, as I take a deep breath and lay down next to My Angel Baby, grabbing her hand as the room spins while everything fades to black…