Page 61 of No Mistakes
“Fuck you,” she hisses, her voice shaking.
I tilt my head. “You already did, baby. You’ll do it again.”
“Axel-”
“I’ll grovel. I’ll get on my knees if I have to. Just don’t look at me like that.”
Like I broke you.
Like Ikeepbreaking you.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her scent in. “Let me prove it. Even if it’s just with my hands tonight. I’ll take care of you like I should’ve from the start.”
Her lashes flutter, mouth parting as if she wants to tell me to stop. But instead of speaking, she grabs the front of my top, yanking me down like she’s trying to punish me with her mouth. Her kiss is fire, full of rage, lust, and heartbreak mixed.
I groan against her lips, one hand flying to her jaw to keep her there, the other sliding up her thigh until I feel the wetness between her legs.
She moans, hips jerking forward from my touch.
“Shh,” I whisper into her mouth, like it’s some kind of joke. “Wouldn’t want Mandy hearing.”
“Just shut up and fuck me, Axel.”
That’s all it takes for me to lose all control. I pull back, tearing her shorts down effortlessly, throwing them aside. Myfingers slide up her thigh, teasing her with my movements as she watches me intensely.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I rasp.
“I hate you,” she breathes, her chest rising faster.
I stop my movements, all threads of sanity snapping in that moment. I climb forward, grabbing her by the jaw so fast her breath catches, and I slam my mouth to hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. One that tastes like rage and regret.
My tongue drags across hers as I reach behind her head, my hand finding its way to her hair, twisting tight at the roots until her head jerks back and her lips part in a gasp. I don’t leave her room to breathe as I slam my lips against hers again, and she kisses me like she wants to forget.
I drag her to the edge of the bed by the waist and slam her back onto the mattress, her thighs spread instantly, her body knowing what itneeds, what itwants.
“You sure you can handle what you just asked for?” I ask, my voice shredded with desire.
She smirks, testing me. “You gonna keep talking, or are you gonna fuck me like you mean it?”
My laugh is dark. Dangerous.
I rip my top off over my head, and in one sharp movement, grab her ankles, dragging her down until her ass is right on the edge of the mattress and her legs are draped over my shoulders. No teasing. No build-up.
She wants to feel it? She’s going to get it. All of it.
I stare her down while stripping off my trousers, fisting my cock slowly and deliberately.
She watches, her lips parting as her chest heaves. Her eyes locked on my hand like she’s hypnotised.
Good. I want her to see what she does to me.
I line myself up, giving her no warning before I slam into her. One savage thrust is all it takes to knock the air from her lungs.She cries out, flinging her head back, and I watch as her back arches beneath me as she tries to take it.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I grip her hips so tight I know she’ll bruise and pound into her again-again-again-each thrust merciless, deep, punishing. Reminding her of who we are together.
I keep her pinned to the mattress like a doll made just for me. To use. To ruin. To worship in one of the many ways I know how.
“Say it,” I growl.
