Cabin of Axes - Bea Paige Page 0,20

of this makes sense and, honestly, I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll never get my memories back. I’m scared that you’re all keeping something from me. I’m scared that perhaps I’ve just lost my mind. I don’t know what to do. I’m at your mercy.” I look down at my hands, trying to hold back the tears of frustration. “I want to be…” I whisper.

“You want to be what?”

“It doesn’t matter. I should go.” I move to stand, but before I can even lift my arse off the sofa Franklin is pinning me down beneath him.

“You have no idea how much fucking danger you’re in right now,” he grinds out, his lips barely a hairsbreadth from mine.

“Danger?” I whimper, but it isn’t through fear, it’s through lust. His whole length is pressed against mine and even if he wasn’t looking at me like he wants to bury his cock deep inside my pussy, his erection pressing against my core sure as fuck tells me he does.

“Oh, God,” I moan. The weight of him, the heaviness, it’s familiar, and my body reacts as I shift beneath him.

“Don’t!” he snaps, but the strain in his voice turns me on more than I can say. I whimper as I shift beneath him, my eyes rolling back in my head at the feeling of his cock rubbing up against my core. Franklin’s pupils dilate and his gaze becomes unfocused as he stares down at me. I spread my legs and instinctively rock my hips, needing to get off. Needing release.

“Fucking stop!” he grinds out, but he doesn’t move off me. Instead his breathing becomes heavier, more laboured, as I continue to grind against him half-drunk with sudden overwhelming lust. I know how this must seem, like I’ve lost my damn mind. I only met these men yesterday and here I am dry humping one of them like my life depends on it. But honestly, it feels that way. I’m so wound up since that dream that I don’t know what to do with myself. Franklin’s physical reaction to me only seems to add fuel to the fire.

“The things we could do to you…” he grinds out, his own hips pumping now. “The things I could do to you…”

I groan, already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. I’m so sprung-tight, so stressed, so out of sorts that I’m convinced that my release is the only thing that will make me feel any better.

“What things?” I ask, my voice breathy.

“Dirty things, bad, bad things…”

The tone of his voice calls to something hidden right within the depths of me, something that’s just out of reach, a memory. It hovers, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

“Then do it…” I respond.

His eyes flare with heat, his mouth lowering to mine…

“Franklin! What the ever loving fuck are you doing?” Berrin shouts from the other side of the room, effectively acting as a bucket of cold water thrown over us.

“Fuck! FUCK!” Franklin shouts, leaping to his feet and stumbling back away from me. He shakes his head as though trying to dislodge whatever had caused him to act this way.

Berrin grips his arm and forcefully pulls him back further away from me. “Go upstairs, have a cold fucking shower and back the fuck off!”

A moment later Mathieson appears, his hair all messed up from sleep as he takes in the scene before him and makes up his own mind about what’s just gone down. “Berrin?”

“Take Franklin upstairs and do not fucking let him back down here. Understand?” Berrin orders, seemingly taking over the role of authoritarian now that Franklin is otherwise distracted. Mathieson nods, flashing me a look before slinging his arm over Franklin’s shoulder and guiding him out of the room.

“Are you alright?” Berrin asks me the second they’ve left the room.

My cheeks heat because apart from feeling embarrassed, I’m fine. I know I probably shouldn’t be, but I am. I wanted Franklin to touch me. I still want him to touch me and that’s the most fucked up thing of all.

“Yes, I’m fine. He didn’t… I’m not sure he meant… I don’t really know what’s happening here…” I finally admit.

“I’ll have a word with him. Fuck! I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I’m sorry.”

“I think I should just go to bed,” I mumble, getting to my feet and striding past him.

He captures my arm, pulling me in front of him before lifting my chin with his finger. “Are you certain that you’re okay?”

I nod. “Why are