Page 74 of Wicked Lord

“It must have been that chocolate I ate on my way over here.” I smirked as his bright eyes glistened in amusement.

“Were you trying to seduce me, Battenberg? After I had you all hot and bothered against that tree?”

“Yeah, right, psycho.” I slammed my palms against the hard wall of his chest, but he didn’t back away an inch. Not that I wanted him to.

His hand slid down my neck and rested against the small of my back, forcing me closer, but he pulled the skillful fingers of his other hand away from my needy clit.

I huffed out my displeasure.

A playful grin curled Axel’s lips.

“Don’t stop,” I whined, my hips tilting to find his erection. Anything to ease the ache. I’d been so damned close.

“I’ll give you more, baby. But only if you admit you liked that guy in the stalker mask. You liked the danger, the depravity, the idea of being fucked by a lethal stranger.”

“No,” I squeaked. “I knew it was you…”

“Oh, so you wantedmeto fuck you?”

“No!” And my traitorous pussy rubbed up against the towel between us even as I got the word out.

Those blazing baby blues locked on mine, and his hand dropped between us, fingers skimming my dripping pussy. It was such a tease. “Well, you can’t have it both ways, blondie. Which one is it?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He was enjoying this way too much. Maybe I’d been wrong about Axel all along, and he wasn’t this perfect, good guy. Maybe there was some darkness in that wholesome, all-American boy.

“I’m just horny as fuck, okay, Axel? You’re not the only one with needs.” A triumphant smile lit up his stupidly handsome face, and his finger thrust inside me.

My head fell back, and a whimper escaped through my clenched lips.

“Then let’s get those needs met, baby. Any girlfriend of Axel Vanderhart, fake or otherwise, deserves to be satisfied.”

“Thank god.”

A stupid grin parted my lips as his thumb circled my clit in time with his index finger pounding inside me. My hips picked up the steady rhythm, and that fiery heat sparked once again. My knees wobbled, but somehow, Axel’s free hand held me steady, those thick fingers wrapped tight around my hip.

Intense pleasure vibrated all the way to my core, and I lost all control. My hands slid down Axel’s chest as he worked me to oblivion, gliding beneath the towel haphazardly hanging from his narrow hips. The terry cloth sloughed down to the floor, revealing his huge, hard as hell cock.

I eyed the big, glorious bastard and nibbled on my bottom lip. Then I went for it.

“Lore…” Axel hissed as my hand wrapped around his cock. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I murmured against his lips.

And it was the damned truth. I’d wanted to feel him for weeks now, to make him come, to have that power over someone again. Beads of cum fell from his crown, slickening his shaft as I pumped harder. He felt like pure steel wrapped in satin. I could imagine that thick head sliding inside me, his powerful frame hovering over me, those lips on mine…

No!

Squeezing my eyes closed, I forced away the lusty images and banished them to the furthest corners of my mind. A hand job was one thing but sex with my fake boyfriend would be devastating. Because already I was feeling way too many things for Axel Vanderhart. I wasn’t just lying to him when I said this was physical and nothing more.

Another groan squeezed through my lips as his dexterous digits returned my mind to the present. “Oh, Axel, I’m so close…” I panted.

He thrust a second finger inside me, and the feeling of utter fullness sent another wave of fire up my core. “Come for me, baby.”

“You first,” I muttered.

A rueful chuckle pursed his lips. “Damn, you’re stubborn.” His eyes twinkled as they regarded me. “Together, then?”