Chapter 20
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AXEL’S POV:
“Why can’t I see you?” she asked, her voice shaking out of curiosity and frustration.
She should’ve known better than to question me, to test the boundaries of my control. Yet, instead of reprimanding her for the insolence, I let it pass. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the fleeting novelty of something else occupying my mind, though it wouldn’t last long.
My hands tightened on her hips, keeping her exactly where I wanted. “Because you don’t need to,” I said flatly.
I drove into her with precision, every thrust deliberate and unrelenting. Her moans filled the space between us, loud and raw, but they barely registered in my mind. My focus was elsewhere, locked in the cold grip of my memories.
It wasn’t about her. It never was.
No woman I touched had ever been more than a means to an end. A distraction. A release. They were faceless, nameless–blindfolded to keep them from looking at me and seeing what I couldn’t bear to confront.
But her. The one woman who’d slipped past my armor. She was the reason for the vow I swore to keep until my last breath. The reason I despised weakness in myself and others because of the emotion called love.
I saw her in my mind’s eye now. The way she’d once looked at me–those wide, trusting eyes, filled with lies, she spun so effortlessly. I’d been a fool to believe her. She promised loyalty, devotion, and love. Instead, she drove the blade deep into my back and twisted it until I was left bleeding out, my life shattered beyond repair.
The truth was a poison that burned through me when I discovered it. She had betrayed me in the worst way. And worse still, she’d been carrying my child when I learned of her treachery. That knowledge had pushed me beyond reason into a darkness even I hadn’t known existed.
I took her sight to silence the betrayal I saw in her eyes. I wanted to erase her, to destroy the power she held over me. When she screamed, I felt her pain in my mind for days after, and the torment didn’t fade.
I swore then, never again. Never would I allow a woman to wield that kind of power over me. Never would I look into their eyes during sex, that vulnerable moment where emotions could creep in and twist the mind.
They came to me blindfolded, faceless toys meant to serve one purpose and then disappear. I never touched the same woman twice–no attachments, no risks.
“Sir…” her voice broke through my reverie, her body arching against my hold.
I grunted, shaking off the memory as her nails clawed at my back, desperate for more.
There was nothing for her here, nothing for anyone. I would take what I needed and discard the rest, just as I always did.
- WK. She shifted beneath
I grabbed her and flipped her over with a firm motion, withdrawing my
heath me, a wriggle of protest that only fueled the heat coursing through my veins. To silence her defiance, I slid two fingers into her slick pussy, forcing a gasp from her lips. Her caramel skin glistened under the dim light, the faint sheen of oil enhancing every curve as her ass was up in the air. The sight of her reddened and swollen clit from behind was intoxicating, pushing me–further into a haze of desire,
Women–they were beautiful but dangerous. A man like me couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Yet, in moments like this, I could lose myself in the fleeting distraction they offered.
With the ceaseless pain I carried buried deep in my chest, gnawing at me with relentless cruelty, I needed a release. Pounding into a whore was the only thing that worked. Some came willingly, enticed by rumors of what I could a woman. Others, I took by force. Those I took against their will, I
that I shattered piece by piece. It wasn’t about cruelty; it was about power,
savored most–their tears, their protests, and the naïve glimmer of innoo to:
about showing them that the world didn’t care about their cries or pleas, neither did I.
The ones who threw themselves at me, desperate for the stories to be true, bored me. Call me a monster, but the thrill was in the chase, in breaking them down before giving them an experience no other man could replicate. And they knew it. Even the ones i forced came back, reliving the sensations I’d
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drawn out of them. Some begged me to keep them, but I never returned to the same woman twice. Once was enough to discard them and move on.
I grabbed her curly hair at the root, twisting it into a tight bun and pulling hard. Her moans of mingled pain and pleasure were a melody that stirred something primal in me. Her peachy, rounded ass bounced back against me, earning her a hard smack. She shrieked, her discomfort only feeding my hunger.
“Yes, bitch!” I growled, thrusting deeply. “Make me cum,” I ordered. She began grinding against me, her movements desperate and frantic.
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I was already close, my body coiled tight and ready to snap. I didn’t care about her pleasure–this was about me. As I reached the edge, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my chest, the same cursed spot as always. I stumbled, cursing through gritted teeth.
“Son of a bitch!” I snarled, pulling out just as I came, spilling into the condom. The pain had dulled my release, leaving me more frustrated than satisfied. I staggered back, yanking the condom off and tossing it into the trash. My head spun for a moment. This bullshit was getting worse.
I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around my lower body, sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl was still there, fumbling blindly as if searching for me. The sight of her irritated me. Pleasure was a haze that dulled my senses, but once it cleared, disgust always followed.
“Get out,” I snapped, massaging my chest in an attempt to dull the ache.
“But-” she started, her voice hesitant.
“Get the fuck out!” I roared. She scrambled to her feet, nearly knocking over the center table in her haste.
The door swung open as Ryan entered, his eyes flicking at the scene before quickly turning away.
“I didn’t realize you were busy,” he said, his tone neutral.
“The trash was just leaving,” I gestured toward her. “Take it out and make it snappy.”
Ryan shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders, guiding her out. Always a gentleman, Ryan was soft sometimes with women in ways could never be. But I didn’t care about any of them. My only care was for my daughter.
When Ryan returned, I was dressed, the sleeves of my white shirt rolled up as I adjusted my cufflinks.
“The doctor is on his way to the house,” he informed me.
“And her?” I asked, my thoughts shifting to Avery. She hadn’t crossed my mind until now, but the question surfaced like a thorn I couldn’t ignore.
“I was focused on handling the offloading of the shipment,” Ryan replied.
“It doesn’t excuse not having an update. How did the shipment go?” I quickly added.
“Successful,” he said. “The ingredients are complete, and the next shipment will arrive by the weekend.”
“You know what to do. Production continues immediately.”
“Understood. Should I get the car ready?”
I nodded, glancing around the room. This was a place to conduct business and indulge in fleeting pleasures. I never took my playthings home. And, the ones I took there never left alive. Avery was the first exception, but that wouldn’t last long with the trouble she was causing.
“Yes,” I said, standing. I’ve been here all day and needed to see my daughter. I paused. “Ryan,” I called as he turned to leave.
“Yes, Axel?”
“I don’t want to hear excuses about Avery again. Get her back to me before the end of tomorrow.”
“Of course, Axel,” he said with a nod.
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As Ryan left to prepare the car, I clenched my fists. My chest ached, but it wasn’t from the usual pain. No, this was something deeper, a rage simmering beneath the surface. Avery was out there, and I wouldn’t stop until she was bleeding beneath my feet.
That bitch!
