‘Already itching to break your own rules?’ he murmurs.
No.
I don’t want to break my rules.
But I do want to break his control.
I brush my tongue against the pad of his thumb, and he doesn’t so much as twitch. Just holds his ground, holdsme, like he owns the moment and my breath along with it.
‘Are you hungry, Baby Girl?’
A whimper escapes, my thighs clenching tight. Hunger doesn’t come close to the starvation in my blood.
‘You want me to fill you?’
He slides his thumb into my mouth and my body pulses, need pooling between my thighs. I take it like it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted – like it’s the part of him I truly crave – sucking him deep, over and over. Greedy. Shameless.
More, I beg silently, eyes locked on his.I want so much more.
He pulls free slowly, smearing my wetness across my lips, dark satisfaction glinting in his gaze.
‘On your knees, Baby Girl.’
Axel
There’s a bit of me that dares her to tell me no.
To finally see me for what I am – one sick fuck – and show me the door.
But she doesn’t.
Of course she doesn’t.
She sinks to her knees, the lamplight catching in her eyes as she blinks up at me. Obedient. Tamed. The rush hits hard: the same wicked surge I knew when the lock-up was my playground, power earned through grit and blood. Now it’s her.
I step closer, fingers threading into her hair, and she melts into the touch.
I tell myself I’ve got this.
Truth is, she’s got me. Same way the streets once did. Tight. Hungry. Always craving more.
More power.
More control.
Just… more.
‘Look at you,’ I murmur, thumb grazing the corner of her mouth. ‘On your knees the second I tell you.’
Her eyes flash. Her fingers twitch towards me.
‘No.’
She stills. Not a word. Not a fight.
‘Hands behind your back.’
Slowly, she obeys.
