Chapter Thirty
Axe kept his hands up and watched Leanna approach. Each step she took raised and lowered her pendulous boobs. Her shoulders rolled seductively as she kept her hands on her hips and wiggled up to him, front and center.
She knew what he wanted, and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t worried. She could take his heart and stomp on it, cut it to pieces, and grind her stiletto heel into it, and he’d willingly let her use him.
No worries.
He was man enough not to fear heartbreak. That emotion was for sissies.
But somehow, he didn’t think Leanna could deny him her heart, eventually.
So, he gave it out with an open palm.
“What’s it going to be?” he asked. “You on top or me?”
She went straight for the kill, grabbing his hard-on through the fabric of his pants.
He loved it. No nonsense Leanna.
Her hand was firm, not the usual wimpy brush of a hesitant female who wasn’t sure what to do with his fine piece of meat.
It was all he could do not to whimper when she unzipped his pants.
His cock sprung out, fully engorged. Her palm cupped the sensitive head, and he almost fell to his knees.
He kept his gaze focused on those large, expressive eyes that seemed to be challenging him. He held firm despite the pleasurable tension radiating from his crotch.
Every inch of him wanted to knock her onto the bed, spread those lush thighs of hers, and push into her until he was balls deep and gushing.
But this was her game, and he’d let her take control.
Besides, she’d won already, even if she didn’t know it.
Axe, the man who never cared for anyone, wanted deeply to sink into Leanna’s life—all of it.
Whether she loved him or hated him, none of it mattered as long as he held on to her.
He wasn’t whipped, but he was close.
After all, she did care about him, right?
She’d come back to the castle for him and only for him. She could have been safe at the US Embassy. She could have gone home or went to look for her Carmelita.
Wasn’t that something left undone? The two of them were on a quest for Leanna’s daughter, Carmelita, and they’d found his instead. What was it Leanna had told Cano right before she shot him? That his daughter was alive, and he’d never know her. Was Leanna telling the truth, or had she only been torturing Joshua?
Axe should ask. Maybe they had more important things to do.
“Uh, Leanna…” He hated to interrupt the swell of desire coursing through his body.
“Yes?” She licked her lips and stroked his cock, and his cock leveled-up to an unheard-of degree of hardness.
“I was thinking we should…”
She dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her silky, moist mouth.
The edge of desperation tore a strangled moan from Axe’s throat. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his lower belly to keep from exploding.
His hands clamped onto her shoulders, willing them to push her away, but his cock jerked deep into her throat, and a deluge of sensation drowned him. She twirled her tongue, licking and sucking, her delicious head bobbing back and forth. Her hands cupped and stroked the base of his cock and fondled his balls.
