Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,101
to walk toward the bathroom to take a quick shower, saying over my shoulder, “Pepperoni and basil, please.” He did say we were gonna order pizza and watch whatever I want. Also, he got me a cake. I smile.
Just don’t do what Eve and Dolly did. Doug’s voice rings in my head. I can completely understand them. These emotions I’m having are consuming, addictive, and scary. Eve got pregnant and Dolly stabbed Edge, both wanting their man so desperately, fiercely, that they were willing to risk it all to win.
They fought dirty.
What scares me is I completely get it.
AXEL
It’s late, well late for me. I look up at the ceiling and try to ignore my morning hard-on. My dick should be sore and tired after fucking all night.
Unfortunately, now that my body is ready to fall into a deep sleep, I need to drag my ass out of bed. On instinct, I kiss the top of her head as she mumbles and snuggles her nose and lips tighter into my neck. Somehow this has gotten complicated. I’m at war with myself. Last night was not casual. Nothing about us, her, is casual.
“I need to take a shower, babe.” This time I do sit up. She snuggles deeper into my pillow.
Standing I grab a pack of cigarettes, letting my eyes trail over her face and body, which is slightly tangled in the sheets. Light and dark, her long, defined legs look like soft-serve vanilla ice cream next to my dark sheets.
Untouched by anyone but me.
I light up and open the window, looking out at the sunny day. The chrome on the bikes flashes in the morning light. Squirrels twirl around the tree. Other than that, it’s still, almost as if the birds are waiting for the chaos to unfold—like children daring themselves to see how long they can hold their breath.
Inhaling deeply, I let the nicotine wake me up. “Everything okay?” Her voice. I’m fucking addicted to her slightly raspy voice.
“Yeah.” I turn. She’s sitting up with perfect posture. Everything about Antoinette is delicate and graceful. Her hands rest in between her crossed legs, the black sheet covering up her pussy but leaving her breasts bare. I have to fight to stop myself from rubbing my chest where my heart is.
“You need to stay home today.” It comes out harsh and she shoots me a glare. As she stretches, her small breasts and her fucking nipples make my cock throb, and I almost laugh. Since when do I like small tits? Since her, I guess.
Ironic.
She frowns. “Axel. I’m scheduled. I’m not screwing Charlie over.” Her lips are puffy from kissing me. I have to stop myself from grabbing her head and shoving my cock down her throat.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I need to focus. Instead I’m possessed. I’ve fucked this woman every way possible. And still I crave her. Leaning down, I kiss her lightly. “I’ll take care of it,” I say.
Smiling, she reaches for my cock.
“I need to get in the shower, baby.”
She looks up at me, her tongue licking the small amount that’s leaking out. “I know.” And there she is, my mythical siren put on this earth to fucking destroy me.
She gets on all fours. Her warm puffy lips wrap around my cock and suck hard on the tip. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and let her fuck me with her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck my cock,” I grunt.
She grabs ahold and strokes me as my balls tighten. Grabbing her head as the pleasure peaks, I flood her mouth with my seed.
“Swallow,” I say, watching as she does.
“That’s my girl.” I pull out and rub her lips with my thumb. She bites her bottom lip and I grin, spanking her ass.
“I’m late.” Forcing myself into the shower rather than crawling back into bed and fucking her all day isn’t easy. Today, though, I need to get to my North Hollywood dispensary, take the cash out of the safe, and deal with Benny. Ox found plenty of microphones throughout the restaurant but no cameras. Blade and I decided it’s best to leave them. We’ll see if the fuck shows up today thinking my Antoinette will be there. Now that I’m keeping her home, my bloodlust to slice him up has dulled. I still want to kill him, but if he goes in while I’m in North Hollywood, I’m fine with David or Edge putting a bullet in his head. As long as he’s dead.