Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,88
I should stop, but fuck it—no one tells him the truth. Not even his beloved brothers. I see how they all tiptoe around him. It’s my birthday and I intend to do it.
“I’m supposed to guard my heart because God forbid I start having feelings for you.” I stick one finger up.
“I need to let you fuck me anytime, anywhere because you’re fucking beautiful and have a giant cock that every woman in the state of California…” I throw my hands up. “No, let’s not limit the mighty Axel to California. I’ll bet your cock is so legendary that women all over the world want to suck it and fuck it. So hey, I’m lucky I get that huge thing.” I use my hands to gesture that his cock is at least twenty inches.
“In my… pussy.” I hate saying that word, but whatever. “In my mouth and if I’m really good, in my ass.”
I take a breath. Holy shit. I’m totally unloading on him.
He rubs his jaw as if he doesn’t quite know how to deal with me, but I’m just getting started. He wanted me to tell him what’s going on? Fine, he’ll get it.
“I have club business. Are you working today?” His voice is dead, flat.
I let out a laugh. The surge of adrenaline requires it. “Yep. I definitely need to work, Axel. Because God only knows when you’re gonna tire of fucking me and toss me out.” I take a step closer and look him in the eyes as I stand on my toes.
“Careful, baby.” His voice is all gravel and sin.
“Why? Can’t defend yourself?” The room almost crackles with our energy and whatever else we have.
“You know what I think, princess?” he says, an edge to his voice. My feet are aching, but I’d rather fracture my foot than stand down at this point.
“I think you’re a spoiled brat. And now you’re acting like a fucking child rather than a woman.”
“Seriously? What are you, a goddamn shrink? If you’re so perfect, why are you living in a clubhouse at thirty-three with a bunch of criminals if —” I scream as he picks me up and puts me across his knee. And I lose it. I struggle, curse, even try to bite him. It’s stupid. He’s a hundred times more powerful, so he lets me exhaust myself until I finally use my words.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I hiss.
“Darlin’. I dare everything.” He smirks. “Some kids don’t respond to spankings. It does nothing. In fact, they’ve found it does more damage. I was one of those kids, princess. No matter how many times my dad blistered my ass, I went back and did it again. See, I had to learn the hard way.”
The sting of the first slap stuns me.
“But you, my love… have never had to learn anything at all.”
He fucking slaps my ass again. I can’t believe how much it hurts and more than that, it’s somewhat humiliating.
Though I try struggling again, he swats harder. It truly does sting, so I stop. One after another, he spanks me. My ass throbs like it’s on fire.
“Stop it, Axel,” I gasp as he spanks again.
“I said stop, you dick. I get it.”
“Really? Tell me? What do you get, Antoinette?”
What do I get? Nothing except that I’m kind of emotional and I want him to make everything go away.
His rough hands are suddenly rubbing the sting on my ass cheeks.
“You know, baby, this isn’t exactly my kink. But fuck, my cock seems to like seeing your ass this red.”
“Axel.” I sniff. The breakdown is coming; I can feel it. I try to lift up. The room is electrified with tension as he flips me over and gets on his knees. My ass feels like I have another sunburn and I let the tears run free.
“That’s it, baby. Cry. I’ve got you.”
He opens my legs and slowly, almost as if he’s savoring me, he licks and sucks my clit. I arch into his mouth.
He lifts his head and my breath stutters at the fierceness I see in him.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a moan. Leaning forward, he ruins me, destroys me with his mouth.
“Why? Why can’t I not need you?” I whimper, already pulsing. His tongue is like magic and I start to climb.
“Because you’re mine.”
His mouth latches on to my clit and sucks. He’s aggressive now. All the earlier gentleness is gone, as if he wants me to fall apart so he can put me back