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“You’re fucking amazing, Sienna. I’m so obsessed with you. How do you feel?”

“Like I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” she jokes, then her face turns more serious. “Thank you. I’ll never forget this.”

I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling right back. “You don’t have to thank me. I love you. More than anything in this fucked-up world. And I’ll do everything I can to keep anything from tearing us a part.”

“I love you, too.”

When I pull out, I sit back and look down, watching as my cum leaks from her little swollen pussy. I gather it up with two of my fingers, pushing it back in. I’ve officially thrown out every single rule I have for this woman, and seeing my cum leak from her body? Now, I’m fucking obsessed.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look with my cum dripping out of your pussy. Fuck exhibitionism, this is my new kink. I hope you’re ready.”

Chapter Thirty-One

SIENNA

Filtered sunlight pours into the room, casting long lines of orange and yellow across the old wood floor. Warmth surrounds me, so comforting and safe. There’s an ache between my legs that reminds me of last night, of the things Axel said, the things we did. For so long I felt so unworthy, so disgusted with myself every time I looked in the mirror, that I well and truly believed I would never find what I have now.

Axel’s right, he’s the first man I’ve given myself to, and while I have new memories to hold onto, it doesn’t replace the nightmare that happened to me. It just reminds me that I don’t have to carry it with me every day anymore. My self-worth isn’t tied to what Axel thinks, but the softness, acceptance, and care I’ve been given from him remind me that I’m deserving of those things in spades. I survived something truly horrific, and I’m done giving that monster control over my thoughts.

Axel stirs behind me, his hand absentmindedly running circles over my bare stomach. I push back against him,feeling the length of his cock already hard behind me. My core clenches in response, my walls spasming around nothing. I grind my ass back against him again, loving how his bare skin feels against mine.

I can feel how wet I am, a mix of new arousal and Axel’s cum from only hours ago. It’s hard to believe I already want him again, but I can’t get enough. I run my fingertips over the tattoos on his arm, starting a slow roll of my hips against his pelvis. His arm bounds tighter around me, his lips meeting the back of my neck. Then his hand is sliding down my waist, slipping between my legs. I open for him, making it easier as a single finger glides through my folds and finds my core.

“Baby girl . . .” he moans, his voice rough and husky. “So wet for me. You want my cock, Sienna?” he asks as he drags my arousal up to my clit, swirling his finger around it. My hips buck against him.

“So bad. Can I have you, Axel?”

“Fuck, baby. You want me? Come sink down on my cock and show me how much.” Axel flips us quickly so he’s on his back and I’m straddling his legs. We’ve been in this position before, when I ground against him before he sat me on his face. My heart skips a beat at the memory.

I lift up on my knees as Axel swipes the head of his big dick through my slit, coating himself in the leaking cum. When I feel the blunt head notched at my center, I start to sink down, and I watch the shift on his face as he enters my body. The way his eyes get heavy, the change in his breathing, the way his fingers flex against my hips.

He helps work himself inside, his piercings adding to how full I feel, until I’m flush against him. I moan out, letting my palms fall forward onto his tattooed chest, breathing heavily as I adjust to his size.

Then I rock my hips back and forth, dragging my clit against his pelvis at the same time. “Oh, fuck,” I moan.

“You like that, baby girl? Keep fucking that pussy on me, you feel so goddamn good.” Axel’s praise gives me an extra boost of confidence, my tempo picking up slightly, finding a rhythm that has pleasure shooting from every single cell. My entire body feels lit up like fireworks, everything hot and explosive.

I ride him, taking his dick like I’ve done it a million times, not feeling an ounce of shame or awkwardness, just unabashed, unfiltered, wanton desire. This is how it’s supposed to be. Two people connecting physically, willingly, without fear or judgement.

Axel’s hands slide up my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples until they’re firm peaks. The pleasure travels right to my clit, and I moan out in response.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, I like that, baby girl. Your tits are fucking perfect.” Another twist and pinch, my hips stuttering, the tension pulling tighter and tighter until suddenly, it pops, and I’m set free. I fall hard, my orgasm crashing over me like the great waves on the shore of my hometown, relentless and unforgiving, without a worry in the world. I float off as I throw my head back on a silent scream, my body shaking over Axel’s. It’s everything.

I fall forward, his arms bounding around my back as he fucks me from beneath, positioning his hips, our bodies slapping together. Axel comes a moment later, my pussy clenching around him, his dick jerking inside me as he fills me up with his cum.

When Axel is spent, he sits up, gently flipping us so I’m on my back, pushing my legs open. Then he’s pulling slowly from my body. I feel every thick inch, every piercing, then warmth trickling from my hole.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching him with his eyes trained between my legs. When his dick is free, he swipes with two of his fingers from my ass back up to my hole, stuffing them inside.

“I told you. I’m obsessed with seeing my cum leaking out of you. I want to make sure it stays right where it belongs, right inside this tight pussy.” And just like that, I’m ready to go again.

Axeland I stayed locked up in his room for most of the day, but I knew it had an expiration date. Especially because there was someone else here I needed to face. Axel explained to me the club’s plan, how Maddox, Gage, and Deacon were leaving tonight, and then the Hell’s Heathens would meet them before the sun rose at the diner. Then they’d attack. Nausea swirls in my stomach, that fear creeping its way in.

The summer sun descends behind the mountains when I finally leave the room, ready to talk before he leaves. The clubhouse is eerily quiet, a strange, focused atmosphere I’ve never felt before. Everyone is either preparing for the inevitable or spending time with their women. I walk through the clubhouse, finding Gage and Lincoln talking with Otto and some others at the bar. They both smile when they see me coming.

“There she is,” Lincoln says. He holds his arms out but doesn’t pull me in. I guess he learned a lesson from Axel last night. “Can I hug you?”

I laugh at him, walking into his arms and wrapping mine around his waist. Gage is next, pulling me into a side hug. Things have always been different between us since the nighthe found me, but I hope someday he can heal from it like I have.