My lips curve up into a grin. “And that’s when you saw something you shouldn’t have?”
“He got a phone call on our way to some penthouse party. He made a detour. I don’t know where exactly we went, but it was out in the desert. Nothing was around, not even a damn streetlight. It was pitch black.”
Arching a brow, I wait for her to finish even though I want her to get to the fucking basics of what happened. I think it’s about time I fucking know exactly what the hell is going on and whom I need to protect her against.
“A car pulled up and stopped. They were facing one another, lights bright, and I couldn’t really see who was what. Dante got out, told me to stay put. The other men got out as well. There were three of them. Three against one. That’s insane, right? But then something happened.”
She pauses and inhales a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as she shifts her face closer to mine.
“There was an argument. One of the three men tossed a bag to Dante. He caught it, opened it, and rooted around inside before he lifted his head. The three men were all shouting, asking for what they were owed. I didn’t understand it, and it didn’t matter if I did, because within just moments, all three men were dead.”
“Dead?” I ask. “How?”
She shifts her face, moving a bit closer to me, but doesn’t kiss me. My cock twitches at the thought of her mouth on mine. I could fuck her again, and again, and again. I’ve never been this turned on before. I can’t remember the last time my body was on edge like this.
It’s only been about thirty minutes since I was hard, and I could go again. I feel like a teenager and definitely not like a forty-two-year-old man, anold man. I shouldn’t be thinkingabout fucking her right now, not when she’s just told me that Dante killed three men in front of her.
“He shot them all. Then just dragged their bodies a few dozen feet off the side of the road and left them in the desert to rot.”
“And the car?” I ask.
I’m now completely invested in this story, even though I still want to fuck her again. I’m not sure any part of this story would make me want to be anywhere else but inside her. I’m completely fucking gone for Millie, always have been, but I feel deeper—stronger than I ever did before.
“He called some men to take care of it. I didn’t ask for details. I assumed they were going to burn it, crush it, or something. But we went to that party, and he acted like nothing happened. And when I wouldn’t go to his place, when I wouldn’t invite him to mine, he threatened me. Said if I tried to break things off, he would do to me what he did to those men, and nobody was going to miss some whore of a stripper. So I ran.”
Indeed.
She ran.
Straight to me… in her own way.
MILLIE
I watch as he processes everything I’ve just unloaded on him. As much as I want to ask him a million questions and demand that he respond to everything I’ve just said, I don’t. I don’t say a word as I wait.
His lips curve up into a grin as his eyes search mine. “You ran to me,” he says.
I can tell he feels very proud of himself. He probably should—because he’s right. I did run to him, or at least to the club. But ifI’m being completely honest with myself, I definitely wanted this to happen.
All of it.
Him and me.
“I ran to you,” I whisper.
“But in your own way, because Millie Monroe doesn’t just ask for help.”
Axton’s lips grin wider. He laughs softly but doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he glides his hand up the center of my spine, curling his fingers around the back of my neck before he gently pulls me forward, our lips touching.
His tongue slides across the seam of my lips, and I whimper at the sensation. He hums, then gently tugs my head back, his eyes focused on mine in silence. Then he smiles, just the corner of his lips pulling up when he does.
“No, I don’t,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Mill. It’s been a decade, but I know you.”
“What do I do?” I ask softly.
He could tell me just about anything right now, and I’d do it. I’m not sure what the right move is, though. I want to know his thoughts. And I want to know just how much he wants me, because if he says the club can watch me, or I can go on lockdown, then I’ll know this is just for fun.
