Page 60 of F*ckboys

"God damn you, Aksel King." My words are a choked whisper as he leans in, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine.

"Damn me, then," he murmurs before claiming my mouth in a searing kiss that banishes all thoughts of resistance. His tongue swipes through my lips, desperate, starving for me.

I trail kisses down his jawline, sucking marks into his skin, slowly working my way towards his neck.Mine.He moans softly, arching into my touch. This man, who once owned my heart, now belongs to me, and I don't give a fuck who sees. In fact, I want everyone to see.

I bite down hard on his neck, drawing blood. He gasps, but doesn't pull away. Instead, he grips my hair tighter, pulling me closer. I lick the wound, tasting his sweet saltiness.

"More," he demands.

I oblige, sucking harder and taking more of his precious life force. The taste fills me with an unholy power.

Aksel's eyes roll back, and he grabs my hair again, this time roughly yanking me closer.

"You're mine now," he growls, his voice raspy with desire and pain.

I smile, my fangs piercing his skin again.

"No, Aksel," I whisper. "You're mine."

With that, I take control, pinning him to the wall and tearing through his clothing. My need for vengeance morphs into a lust so fierce it burns through me. He is mine to do with as I please.I trail my teeth along his freshly bruised collarbone, biting softly as I tug down his pants.

His erection springs free, thick and long. I take him in my hand, stroking gently at first, reveling in the power coursing through me. His chest heaves with each ragged breath as I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum that beads at the tip.

"Fucking hell, Fallon," he groans, his hips jerking forward.

I look up into his eyes, challenging him. "You like that?"

He nods, his eyes wild with want and need.

I lower my mouth over him, taking him deep into my throat, bobbing up and down as I suck and lick every inch of him. He grabs my hair, fingers tightening as he thrusts into my mouth, fucking my face.

"Fuck..." he breathes out, the word sounding like a curse. "Oh yeah…."

I increase the pressure on his shaft, emphasizing the tip, and loving the power I have over him. This is how it was always meant to be—me in control.

He grabs my face, holding me still as he comes hard down my throat, pushing against the back of my mouth and filling me with his seed. The taste is bittersweet, delicious, and I swallow it all down which seems to please him.

"Fallon," he moans softly, pulling away.

I grin up at him, a cold smile playing on my lips. "You don't own me, Aksel. I'm my own woman."

He growls in response, guiding me over to his dining room table and hoisting me up on the end. "Then prove it."

I blink up at him, unsure what he means.

His hand lands on my shoulder, forcing me down as he yanks my dress up and parts my legs roughly. His lips find my aching pussy, tongue pushing inside me as he buries his face between my thighs. He starts off slow, licking and teasing, but soonhis fingers are thrusting inside me too, finding my g-spot and massaging. I cry out, shockwaves of pleasure and anger washing over me as he takes control once more.

"Fuck," I groan, arching into his touch. "Aksel!"

He growls, his free hand slapping my ass hard. "Mine."

I pull back, pushing him away. "No, not yours."

His eyes flash with fire. "Then show me how much you don't want me."

I glare at him, caught off guard by his challenge. But then desire washes over me, drowning out my fears. I'm done playing nice. It's time for payback.

I growl, "Get on the couch," and he complies, pulling me by the hand over to the leather sectional. I push him back and he sits, facing me. I straddle him, positioning my wet pussy over his rock-hard erection. He doesn't protest as I lower myself onto him, impaling myself on his cock. Slowly, I ride him, taking back control of the situation. The couch creaks beneath us as I move up and down.

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