Axel cocked his head with that irritatingly sexy arrogance I’d come to crave, returning his thumb to circle that bundle of nerves with devastating precision.
“I know you’re home. Please open the door. We need to talk.”
Thrust. Deeper this time.
It took me several seconds to find my voice, what with his thumb working magic and him sinking impossibly deeper into me with each movement. “He’s not going to go away,” I managed to whisper.
Thrust.
Gasp.
Axel continued those maddening circles, instantly reclaiming the climax exactly where it had left off: right on the precipice of falling over the edge. My body throbbed around him, drawing him deeper, claiming him as thoroughly as he was claiming me.
When his lips found my nipple and sucked hard, I gave up fighting this. My fingers threaded through his dark hair as ourbodies moved together in perfect rhythm, climbing higher and higher toward oblivion.
“Dakota, please.” Mathew’s voice grew desperate through the door.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. Here was the man who’d left me while I was currently being worshipped by a man who was everything Mathew could never be. Stronger. More passionate. More devoted to my pleasure than his own.
Thrust.
Axel pinched my nipple so hard, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“You’re terrible,” I whimpered, trying desperately to hold back my approaching climax. “I don’t want him to hear?—”
Axel clamped his hand over my mouth again, his eyes burning with possessive fire, as if to say,You will come, Sunshine.
Thrust. He rocked his hips up to meet my pace, and all the while, those intense eyes watched my face for the telltale signs that I was about to tip over the edge.
“Dakota, please!” Mathew pounded harder on the door.
But I barely heard his begging. Because I was too busy crashing, shattering completely with a moan that would’ve made a saint blush.
The problem? Axel pulled his hand away at the last possible second, letting my cry of ecstasy echo through the entire apartment.
When we were both spent, trembling from the intensity of our releases, I glared down at him through my postorgasmic haze.
“You did that on purpose,” I accused.
Axel didn’t look even slightly guilty. Instead, he cupped my breast with tender possession. “You’re mine, Sunshine. And I want him to know exactly what he lost.”
His explanation should have angered me. Should have made me feel used or embarrassed. But it didn’t. His proclamation was primal, raw, claiming what was his for all the world, including my pathetic ex, to hear.
And, dear Lord, did that turn me on.
“Dakota?” Mathew’s voice had changed, uncertainty creeping in. The pounding had stopped. “Are you … are you okay in there?”
Axel’s nostrils flared with irritation, but there was satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes.
“Stay here,” I commanded, slipping off him and reaching for my clothes, tossing his onto his crotch to cover him. “Don’t you dare move.”
As I hastily dressed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror across the room. Hair mussed. Lips swollen. Skin flushed with satisfaction, with a sheen of sweat. I looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly ravaged.
I had a choice: Spend several minutes cleaning myself up, pretending I hadn’t just been gloriously taken by the man I loved. Hide the truth, or just be me. Unfiltered and unapologetic.
As if reading my mind, Axel’s voice was low as he said, “Let him see exactly what he gave up. Let him realize that while he was out there playing games, you found a man who worships you.”
Okay, that’s not what I meant; I didn’t want to hurt Mathew.
