Axed: A Forbidden Dark Romance

She reaches up and pulls me to her, kissing me, tasting herself on my lips.

She makes a humming sound. “You got to taste me. Do I get to taste you tonight?”

Fuck. This woman will be the death of me.

My dick is definitely down for that, but I want to fuck her first. “How about you suck my dick on round two?”

“Round two, huh? I like the sound of that.” She bites down on a smile.

Me too, babe. Me fucking too.

I grab the condom from the armrest. Shove down my pajama pants, kicking them to the floor. Sit back on my knees, tear open the condom, and roll it on. I’m so fucking hard that it hurts.

Eden watches me the whole time. “You’re so … big.”

Her wide eyes lift to mine, and I grin.

“All the better to fuck you with.”

I reach down and tug off her top and bra, tossing them aside.

She’s naked and beneath me, like I always wanted. Part of me can hardly believe that this is actually happening.

But it is, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

I put myself between her welcoming legs and take her mouth with mine, kissing her exactly like I want to fuck her—hard.

Eden’s legs wrap around my back, pulling me in, bringing my cock closer to her entrance. I love how much she wants me inside her.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“You know I do.” Her words are breathy.

“Say it.” I bite down on her lower lip and suck it before releasing it.

She stares wantonly up at me. “Fuck me, Axel.”

I take hold of my dick, line it up at her entrance, and slam inside her.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

She’s tight and hot and like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Her head tips back, opening her neck to me, and I attack it with my lips. Kissing and sucking. I know I’ll leave a mark, but she doesn’t seem to care.

I start to fuck her, slowly at first, but slow doesn’t last long, especially not with Eden urging me to fuck her harder, her nails digging into my back. I pump my cock in and out of her, fucking her madly.

I lick a path down her chest and take a hard rosy nipple in my mouth.

Eden gasps. Her hands grip hold of my hair, keeping me there, like she thinks I’ll move.

I ain’t going nowhere.

Sucking on her nipple, I slide my hand under her ass, tilting her hips.

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes! Right there …”

I lift my eyes, meeting hers, and something happens to me in this moment. Like my heart is soaring.

It’s not just the sex even though it’s fucking amazing. It’s her.

I’ve wanted her forever, and now, I have her.

I have to kiss her again, so I do.

And that’s how we both come, together, connected in every way possible.

I hear what sounds like the cocking of a gun seep in through the fogginess of sleep.

At first, I think I’m dreaming. Until I crack open an eye …

“Jesus!” I gasp, jerking up.

Liddy is standing at the end of the sofa, dressed in a black hoodie and bottoms, the hood covering her hair, and she has a gun in her hand, which is pointed straight at me and Eden, who is now awake.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yell at Liddy as I make an attempt to stand up, glad I put my pajama bottoms back on before I fell asleep and that Eden is wrapped in the blanket I covered us in.

“No sudden movements, handsome,” Liddy tells me. “You sit your ass right there.”

“What’s happening?” Eden sounds panicked, her eyes on Liddy’s gun.

Liddy rolls her eyes. “For a supposedly smart person, Eden, you sure are slow. And screwing your parolee …” She tuts. “Pretty sure that’s unethical and illegal. Little Miss Perfect in high school but not so perfect now, are you? Thank you both though. You two being here together has made things so much easier for me. I was having a little trouble, figuring how to get you both in the same room that wasn’t in public so I could kill you both and frame Axel for those murders.”

“You killed the others.” It’s not a question, and she knows it.

A smile teases her lips, and she laughs. “Technically, yes. But after tonight, everyone will believe that you killed them. And her.” She tips her head in Eden’s direction.

“Why?” Eden’s voice sounds broken and small. “Why kill them? They never did anything to you. I know they could be a little mean in high school, but that was years ago. They were good people.”

The laugh that escapes Liddy sounds magical and tortured. “Never did anything to me? A little mean? Good people?” Her voice rises with each word. “If only they had been good people! Then, none of this would have ever happened!”