I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it onto the stool behind me-leaving me bare-chested and in sweatpants that hung low, showing just an inch of my V line. I ran a hand through my hair as I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, twisting off the cap right away.
When we came back I saw Damon out on the terrace minding his own business, and it made me cool down a bit. He wasn't thankful he hadn't touched her, she was and she didn't even know it. Because if he had I would've taken it out on her-real rough and hard. I'd engrave myself into her skin and mind, and in the sickest way she'd know she was completely mine.
Kez was mine to keep. I'd toy with her in all the right spots, mind fuck her and make her oblige to me whenever I thought was necessary. I'd have her trapped inside this house and her pretty little head-unable to escape me whether I was around or not.
My plan for her was nothing I've ever had in mind for any girl I've fooled around with or even dated. She was different-special if you will. I could already see she was confused by my mixed emotions, one second I'm hungry for her and I want to taste her, but the next I'm kind and considerate, allowing myself to show I wouldn't hurt a hair on her head.
That was just a teensy taste of the tricks I had up my sleeve. I had to start small of course though eventually, I'd have her in every right position possible. God, I sounded like Creed.
Taking a sip of water, I watched my blood-stained hand fist at the bottle and I groaned, releasing it slowly and capping the lid back onto the bottle. I strode into the living room and saw Roman comfortable on the couch, his tablet in one hand and a glass of gin in the other. I knew what he was doing, planning our next attack and surprisingly I was excited about it.
Roman would throw a temper tantrum but I thought Vixen could come with us next time, just to give her a taste of what went on in our world. It may be early for her to extend to that kind of violence, but as they say-you have to teach them from when they're young.
Of course, we'd keep a close eye on her, that big mouth she has may potentially get far, but I'd hate to see a gun in her hand, or even just in sight of her.
Shit would hit the fan and I'd be blamed for it, though she'd be punished for it. And I wouldn't be as nice about it as I would for everything else that has yet to come for her.
Sighing, I shuffled across the floor and inclined over the sofa, leaning down to Ro's level. "Where did Creed go off to?" I asked, reading the information on the screen carefully.
He tsk-ed and looked up at me, furrowing his brows. "That kid is either taunting his new pet or jacking off to her. Why?"
I shake my head and purse my lips, shifting my gaze at him instead. The judgment on his face was clear but I quickly brushed it off and straightened up. "Wouldn't you like to know," I pressed my lips into a thin line and flipped the bottle in my hand, catching it upright.
"You fuckers never get along, so yes I would like to know. What has you concerned about where he must be? You never cared to ask before." He shrugged, turning his attention back on the device. "Unless you care now because he might be with Kezanel."
Motherfucker. He made it sound like I gave a shit about her, which was not the case. As I said she was nothing-a nobody. Though the way Creed lashed out on her last night I was slightly curious about what he had planned for her this time.
"Are you insisting-"
Roman groaned and stood up, placing the tablet on the coffee table and circling the sofa. "Take a shower, Axel, and stop bugging me." He stormed off around the kitchen and into the gym. Asshole.
I huffed and took in his consideration, rushing off down the hallway. As I hopped upstairs and ushered into my bedroom, I locked the door just behind and moved inside the bathroom, stripping right away.
I couldn't stand to look at the blood on my hands any longer. Waiting for the shower to warm up, I grabbed my phone off the vanity and tossed it on my bed, then stalked toward the safe inside the closet. Punching in the number, it clicked open and I stuffed the knife at the back and closed it.
My mind suddenly wandered off to Vixen and I cringed, seeing her in that short skirt she wore that barely covered her ass the first time I saw her and my fingers curled up, nails digging into my skin. For fucks sake
Quickly moving inside the steamy shower, I stood right under the showerhead and let the hot water cascade into my hair and down my body. I felt my muscles relax just a bit and I licked my lips, slowly closing my eyes.
Swiftly, I turned around and faced the tiled wall-my eyes still closed, and I placed my head on the wall, pressing my forehead against it as well as my left arm.
I shifted my eyes open and my lips parted ajar, allowing the water to seep down my face and into my mouth. I tried not to think about tonight and the horrors of my fucked up imagination, but I somehow couldn't escape it; my head. The sad part wasn't brushing it off as an imagination-the sad part was ignoring the reality of it.
When I lifted my right hand, I blinked and forced myself to swallow the lump stuck in my throat-the roughness of it rubbed against the wall of my throat and I felt bile start to rise.
As I stared at the blood that covered my entire hand, my mind abruptly invited itself into the memory of that night, and I tensed. I tried so hard to forget-to completely erase the horror of it and it worked, for a while.
Tonight was different and I couldn't put a finger on it, why? Balling my hand into a fist, I grabbed at the loofah and lathered it up with soap, then immediately scrubbed at my hand.
I ran it over once.
...A-Axel
And again, the water fell into my mouth as it shifted open more.
Put it down
Again-this time with a bit of force. My skin started to become red and it felt weirdly rough against my palm. I hated this but I needed this.
You don't want to do this
My chest heaved up and down-my breathing becoming heavy as I scrubbed at the blood on my hand faster and harder by every second that passed.
I quickly squeeze some more soap onto the sponge.
Please, Axel.
I heard my heart pulse in my ears and I cursed out loud, scrubbing over and over until my hand was in pain.
Don't-
Fuck! I whipped around, not able to think properly, and my fist slammed against the mirror that hung from the shower door and it shattered, falling to the floor in an instant. Groaning, I shook my hand and turned off the water before I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
Banging came from the door as I hopped out, and I ran my other hand through my wet hair, pulling it back and out of my face. "Jesus! What?" I shouted, unlocking the door.
Roman shoved the door in my face and stormed inside, looking around the bathroom. "Missed me that much, brother." I placed my hands on my hips and raised my eyebrows. What the actual fuck?
"What are you doing?" He questioned, gazing at me as if I was a disappointment.
I shook my head and stepped around him, inside the closet. "Showering," I replied, dropping the towel and grabbing my boxers and sweatpants. "As you told me to," I uttered and pulled on my pants.
As I stalked back into the room he walked into the bedroom and tsk-ed. "Axel, I was talking about the broken mirror on the floor of your shower."
Rolling my eyes, I moved in and sat on my bed, pulling on my socks. "It fell." I lied.
He shook his head and stalked toward the door but stopped just as he opened it. "Find Creed and Kezanel. We have shit to discuss." He sighed and stalked out, slamming the door behind him.
Grunting, I quickly moved back to the closet and grabbed the towel off the floor, drying my hair up a bit. I huffed and dashed out of my room-downstairs, as I turned for the living room something caught my attention and I whirled around.
A muffled crash of glass rang from the basement and I furrowed my eyebrows, walking carefully toward the door that curved around the stairs. You've got to be kidding me. My feet took me through the basement and I groaned at the loud yelling and collision of wine bottles that were smashed onto the floor.
"What the fuck." My face dropped once I saw the floor covered in shattered wine bottles and red wine, looking as if a blood bath had happened.
Creed groaned and threw his arms up in defense. "She's batshit crazy!"
"Oh, I'm the crazy one-I'll show you fucking crazy." Kez hastily moved to her left and grasped onto another bottle, and swung her arm backward, hurling the damn thing as hard as she could've. It completely missed as Creed ducked, smashing against the wall behind him instead.
I shot forward, seized her arm, and tugged her behind me, stepping between the both of them. She growled and Creed rolled his eyes, "What did you do to her?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.
Before he could get a word out she hissed and pushed past me. I grabbed her arm again and shook my head. "The fucker bit me!" She yelled, trying to pry me off. "Look-" I raised my hand in the air, stopping her from going on with her pointless words.
Of course he did. Fuck, I didn't need her fucking proof of the damage Creed did, because I knew him and I knew how the fuck he worked-he was borderline psychotic, so it wasn't hard to believe, and it wasn't surprising either.
"Cry him a river, baby." Creed winked at Kez, and she scowled, shoving him as he walked past me. "Little One didn't run when I told her to, so she faced the consequences." He shrugged, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
He curved around me slightly, and I caught his wrist, glaring at him. Again, something in me ticked and I felt angry, though again I hadn't known why. I could see he still didn't let the events of last night go, and it irritated me because Kez did nothing.
She got scared and said some stupid shit that set him off, hell, Roman wasn't even bothered by it, so I didn't know why he was. "You're finished coming for her-go blow off some steam." I raised my eyebrows at my older brother and motioned my head back.
"Finished," he scoffed and turned to face her. "I just got started, Hermano," Creed smirked, licking his bottom lip and moving his dark eyes up and down her body. Looking back at me, his face dropped and he ripped his wrist from my grip, stalking upstairs.
Fuck. If I don't put a leash on him, Vixen will. Sighing heavily, I shifted my focus on the dirty floor and clenched my jaw, shaking my hand in annoyance. Kez tsk-ed and shuffled across the wet ground, and although I wasn't looking at her I knew where she was off to.
Whipping around, my hand clasped onto her upper arm and I pushed her toward the table-trapping her between it and myself. There's no escaping. "Where'd you think you're going?"
Her mouth fell open as she went to speak but I quickly hushed her, pressing a finger against her lips. She narrowed her disdain-filled eyes on me and shoved at my hand. I chuckled, carefully but hastily shifted my hand around her throat.
Smiling, I tilted my head to the side. "That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart."
Silence passed for a moment when she perked her lips to the side and hummed, almost gazing at me like I had said something wrong. "Vixen?"
My eyebrows furrowed and I shook my head. Once I realized I cursed in my head-probably looking like the biggest idiot. "You're cleaning all this shit, Vixen," I shrugged.
Kez hummed "sure" and shook her head, then carelessly curled her fingers around the hand I had wrapped around her soft pulsing throat. "And if I don't?" She dared, tightening her grip on my arm.
I laughed-actually laughed. Poor Vixen. She didn't know what was coming for her, and it wasn't my mixed emotions that were to play with her pretty head. No, it was my teasing.
I had her in the right position-right where I wanted her and right where I liked it. I'd tease her soon and she'd be wishing that I would have let her finish.
Though, late at night when the house is silent and everybody is asleep, no peep coming from anywhere. I'd make sure she got to the finish line, and I'd make sure to have her begging for more.
Leaning my face close to Vixen-leaving an inch that had us breathing each other in, my eyes stuck on her "innocent" ones like glue and I lightly brushed my lips over her soft mouth, fanning my warm breath over her. She kept still and quiet but when I flicked her bottom lip with my tongue she tensed, her hand around my wrist dropped and I smirked.
"Mhm, if you don't," I muttered, rubbing my thumb across the vein on her neck, and feeling the pump of her heartbeat quicken under my touch. "I'll give you something that'll be hard to hold back from, and you'll just have to do it," I smirked, aware of her swallowing cautiously.
She wanted me to show her-I could see it. The way her eyes gave my lips undivided attention, it told me that Vixen wanted to find out what that something was.
Humming, she shifted her focus back onto what was more intriguing. "Is that so." She raised her eyebrows, smiling half-heartedly. "What is it?"
"Wanna find out?" I challenged, my voice a whisper. Kez clenched her jaw and I could hear the grinding of her teeth as they grinded together. She gazed at me, pondering if she had to choose an answer wisely. But she already chose it-the minute she stepped foot into the den of the Santiago's.
I didn't need nor want to hear an answer, I'd just be wasting both of our time because we both already knew what it was.
"Show me what you got," she dared, shifting her attention at my lips and eyes every second the loud silence became tension. "Better yet, give me your all."
Give me your all. Oh, fuck. I couldn't give her that much of me, yet.
Chuckling, I slowly pulled all her silky blonde hair over one shoulder-my gaze still glued on her honey eyes. My hand finally moved from her neck and the other leaned on the table behind her. I took my index finger and pressed it against her cheek, playfully pushing her head to the side.
Before she could react, I brought my head to the crook of her neck and caressed the warmth of her skin with my mouth. She chuckled and placed her arms on the edge of the table, gripping the edge. I pressed myself up against her slim body and darted my tongue out, licking over a tiny tattoo that said bitch.
Vixen amused me.
I tsk-ed, "Tap out," I said, shifting my right arm down and placing my hand just above her hip.
"What?" Kez questioned. I felt her finger touch mine just slightly as she moved her hand, confused about what I meant. I hummed, and at a slow pace, my fingers stood up and walked along her side, trailing themselves to her upper thigh-just past her short skirt.
"You'll regret this if you don't," I admitted, curling one finger under the fabric. It was the truth. When she found out how this would end, she would have wished to tap out.
Her voice stammered as she went to speak and I rolled my eyes, "I'm not one to back down, Axel." Mhm
I'll take her word for it. I slowly curled another finger under which was mirrored by another, and then another, and another...one more. Groaning, I moved my whole hand underneath quickly and as it glided up her thigh steadily, goosebumps coated her and I felt her shudder.
It climbed up until it stopped just where her pussy was. I smirked when I heard her suck in a deep breath and let it shake out. Slowly, my hand danced over the thin fabric of the lacy panties she wore and I placed my hand flat, then I found myself tugging at the waistband and pulling them down to her knees hastily.
"Come on," I whispered. "Tap out." Growling this time, I knocked her legs apart and cupped her pussy, feeling the smoothness. She gasped and grasped onto my hand that was on the table, wrapping it around my wrist.
She shook her head. "No." I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and parted her lips, circling her throbbing clit. Sighing, I continued and her fingers dug into my wrist. Shit. Vixen liked this, and I wondered if she was admitting it to herself right now-in that pretty head of hers.
"It's not hard, " I murmured, moving my lips just behind her ear and kissing right there. I knew how bad her pleasure was right now and funny enough, I just got started. "All you have to say is two words-simple, no?"
I quickly replaced my thumb over her clit and moved the other down, inserting the tip of my finger inside her. "Fuck," she uttered quietly. I chuckled, grinning.
Without allowing her to adjust first, I thrust my finger all the way, making her gasp out loud and flatten her free hand on my chest. "Keep going."
So desperate.
Again I thrust, harder though. She squirmed, so I went deeper, rubbing her clit immensely. "I kidnapped you-" I stated matter of fact. "Tap out."
"Fuck you." Oh, how I wish I could.
I knew she was close now and I couldn't help but laugh, my finger pumped in and out of her-faster and harder. Kez tried so hard not to tighten around me. This is fun.
She suddenly moaned out instead of holding her cry in. I swallowed, feeling my cock grow hard. Going any further would be a pleasure, but my time was up-as well as hers. I pulled out in a hurry, not permitting her to release on my finger.
"Let me finish," she murmured into my ear. "Please."
As I pulled away, I scoffed and pulled up her panties-saving her the time. "Vixen," I huffed, pulling her lip down with my thumb and allowing it to flip up. "I tap out." Licking my lips, I shrugged.
Her face immediately turned to a scowl, "Fuck you, asshole," she snarled, striking me across the face and shoving me back harshly, then she stormed out, making me chuckle.
You're welcome to, love.
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