Chapter 9 #2
Latching onto Aubrielle’s hand, I led her down the hallway. When we got to Mayhem’s office, I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” he called out.
Opening the door, I hustled my woman inside. At the sight of my face, Mayhem rose to his feet.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“There was another goddamn delivery of flowers from Nataraja. This time, he had the delivery person give them to Aubrielle so the delivery woman could read his message aloud as instructed,” I explained.
“What did it say?” Mayhem asked.
I dug out the note and handed it to him. He scanned it, then swore.
“Damn it, we need to figure out who this is. And determine whether they’re an actual threat. Are you okay, Elle?”
“I’m fine. Shadow is the one I’m worried about.”
“There’s no reason to worry about me, baby.
I’m just frustrated that we have no clue who this person is.
It could be a man or a woman. I need to know whether they’re obsessed or just a little off but harmless.
Don’t worry, it might take a bit, but I’m confident Spawn can figure it out for us,” I reassured her.
“He’s right, Elle. Let me go call Spawn. You two hang here and relax. It’s time for me to make my rounds again, so I’ll see you in an hour. Relax, you’ll have privacy,” our enforcer said.
As he left his office, he hugged her and squeezed my shoulder. When the door clicked closed behind him, I walked over and locked it. I didn’t want anyone walking in.
“Braxton, I’m sor—” I cut off her words.
“Take off your clothes,” I growled, shrugging off my cut. I put it on the back of the chair in front of me. Next, I tugged my T-shirt up and off.
“Braxton, what are you doing?” she asked.
I heard the slight breathlessness in her voice. Aubrielle’s gaze hungrily scanned me.
“Get started, or I’ll be forced to rip them off you.
As for what I’m doing, I’m going to fuck my woman on this desk.
I want no doubt who you belong to, and I want my scent all over you.
No one will ever take you from me, Ellie.
You’re mine, forever. And I’ll fight with everything I have to keep you safe.
“Remember, I warned you about this desk before. It’s been lingering in my mind ever since, and tonight is the perfect time to test it out,” I rumbled.
My cock was a hard, throbbing lump straining the zipper of my jeans.
I was always partially hard around Aubrielle.
It has become a normal state for me. She could be cleaning her apartment, all sweaty, humming, and I was hard.
Or I’d glance over to watch her studying at the table, and I was erect.
The thought of her, her scent, or her voice was enough to start the process.
Sometimes, if she wasn’t nearby, I had to find privacy and take care of myself.
I hadn’t lied about the fantasy of taking her on Mayhem’s desk here at the club. It had stuck with me. For me, doing it here staked a bigger claim to her. But the truth was, I’d have her anywhere in this building and outside of it, if I could, without us going to jail.
Aubrielle was undressing as she watched me undo my jeans.
When I shoved them to my knees, my cock bounced free, slapping my lower stomach.
It was upright and showing how aroused I was.
In addition to the dark red color and the precum covering the head, the veins along my shaft were visible, filled with additional blood. I left my boots on.
Aubrielle moaned. “God, Braxton, look at you. I don’t know what I want to do more: suck your cock, or have you fuck me with it. I’m so wet and needy,” she exclaimed hoarsely.
I fisted the base, stroking lightly up and down my length. She removed everything on top and was removing her jeans, taking her panties with them at the same time.
“Ellie, while I love your mouth on my cock, I can’t handle it right now. I’m desperate. I don’t want to risk coming in your mouth,” I told her while I rearranged objects on Mayhem’s desk so it made space for her. Hopefully, it would be enough to prevent anything from being knocked off.
As soon as I had a large area cleared, I stepped back, and she automatically moved to bend over the desk, placing her upper body on the open spot.
Then, while looking over her shoulder at me, she used her hands to spread her ass cheeks, revealing her tiny dark hole and her gleaming pussy. She hadn’t lied. She was wet.
Unable to hold back. I crowded up to her. “Tell me you can take me right now,” I half-pleaded.
“Oh God, yes, I can. Give me your cock, Braxton. Fuck me,” Aubrielle whimpered.
Since our first time, my woman had grown bolder in her demands and in expressing what she wanted. Groaning, I placed the tip of my cock against the entry to her vagina. Holding each other’s gazes, I pressed inside, just the tip, paused, then I thrust hard, driving my entire cock inside of her.
Our combined cries filled the office. I hoped Mayhem had the office soundproofed, but even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t care less. Pausing barely a moment after my balls smacked into her clit, I pulled back and did it again.
Aubrielle’s arms stretched out to grasp the opposite side of the desktop.
With her holding on, I gripped her hips and set up a wild, almost brutal pace.
I did exactly what I threatened and what she asked me to do.
I fucked her. Thank God, the desk was heavy enough to remain in place.
The sound of our skin slapping together, our moans and groans, muttered curse words, and the scent of her arousal perfuming the air drove us on.
“Braxton, oh God, My Heart, that feels so good, so good. Yeah, that’s it. Harder. I need you to fuck me harder. Mark me as yours,” Aubrielle cried out.
Her passionate words drove me to loosen my leash more. I growled as I sped up.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so tight and wet, Dazzler. I can’t believe how incredible you feel. You were made for me,” I told her.
“Yes, yes, I am,” Aubrielle cried.
She let go of the desk, pushed up on her palms, and then pushed her ass toward me as I thrust forward. It helped to drive my cock hard and deep. I growled. Jolts of electricity kept flashing through my cock and balls and then out to the rest of my body. Labored breathing added to the mix.
I wasn’t sure how long we climbed before we reached the peak together.
And then, like magic, we tumbled over the edge into intense, mind-blowing orgasms. Her pussy clenched and unclenched almost painfully around my cock, ripping my cum from my balls in spurts.
As I grunted and groaned in ecstasy, her cries increased as she cried my name.
It felt as if I had come for an hour before her pussy loosened its hold and she slumped flat to the desk.
My cock gave a final jerk and then rested.
I was gasping for air. Aubrielle panted.
I lie along her back, fighting to regain feeling in my legs and the ability to walk.
I scraped my teeth along her shoulder, then kissed it before whispering to her.
“I love you, Aubrielle Carter.”
We hadn’t said the words aloud, but I knew what I felt and that she felt the same about me. Her head turned to the side, allowing her to glance over her shoulder. A content, sweet smile curved her lips.
“I love you too, Braxton Russo, more than you know.”
I sighed in contentment and remained where I was, enjoying the cooling of our bodies and the deflating of my cock. Aubrielle had been marked.
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Pulling into the driveway of my childhood home, I glanced over at Aubrielle.
She stared at it with apprehension written all over her face.
I got a call from my family on Friday. I told them about Aubrielle.
Dad and Mom were thrilled and insisted that I had to bring her to dinner on Sunday.
I told them she had to work that night, so they agreed to hold it earlier, at four o’clock rather than their usual seven.
They promised my sister, Blythe Marie, would be there.
It had been a month since I saw them. Over the past two years, I hadn’t told them that I’d met someone I had fallen for.
If I had, they would have driven me crazy until I introduced them.
I wish I had. I regretted the time we wasted.
Hell, if I had approached Aubrielle back then, we would be married and maybe even have our first child.
When I informed my woman about the invitation, she quietly freaked out. She kept worrying about what if they didn’t like her? Or they thought she wasn’t good enough for me? The other thing she begged me not to do was tell them where she worked. We had a long talk about that.
“Please, Braxton, you can’t tell your family I work at Eden,” Aubrielle said.
“Why not?”
“Because they’ll think I’m a whore, and they definitely won’t like me. They’ll tell you to break up with me.”
We were seated on the couch in the living room. The anxiety on Aubrielle’s face hurt my heart. She was so conditioned to believe that people wouldn’t accept her that she came to believe she was unlovable. I battled the last part from time to time with her, when her self-doubt resurfaced.
“Ellie, they won’t give a damn where you work. You’re achieving your goals, and working at Eden was the way to do it. I won’t go into detail on your family and what we’re planning, but I will tell them you don’t have any support from yours, and dancing has allowed you to achieve freedom.”
We’d gone back and forth until she eventually gave in. I swore I wouldn’t bring up Eden unless they asked where she worked. She accepted it. I knew my family would ask. Aubrielle hoped they wouldn’t.
The one advantage of this trip was that it wiped the memory of that second bouquet from her mind. I’d given Spawn the name of the florist shop and the note. He promised to see if he could discover who sent them.