Chapter 28 Sleeping with the enemy part 2
LISA
When I dared to open my eyes after I had partially recovered from the aftereffects of the toes-curling and intense orgasm that was still making my legs shake, Axel was still looking at me, a dark, feral,
and a predatory look in his eyes. Seeing him like that made my blood surge faster, made intense hatred run through my veins as the import of what I had just done slammed me in the face.
Oh, Fuck.
I sat up at the same time he bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth again and our heads nearly bumped into each other at my sudden movement. I reached for the nearest clothes to cover myself and his eyes narrowed at the movement, that smug self-satisfied smile of his forming on his lips.
"Come on Red, I've seen all of you so what are you hiding again?"
"And that will be the first and the last time you'll see it so get lost," I retorted, anger simmering through me. How could I stoop this low? How could I have allowed this to happen?
I looked around the room for my gun but it was nowhere to be found obviously because Axel must have dropped it somewhere when my brain was too wrapped up in lust to notice and my clothes were littered all over the floor, my bra, my panties, my...
Oh God!
I was completely naked and he was still... I dared a glance in his direction and he was shirtless... My mouth dried at the sight of his bare chest, at his ripped muscles and biceps and thoroughly toned and I fleetingly wondered how it'd feel like to run my hands through his chest. My eyes developed a mind of their own and they dipped lower to his lower body to see that he was only in scanty briefs that did nothing to hide his erection.
My mouth dried even more at the sight of his thick length as my core instantly became a pulsing and living thing. My thighs involuntarily pressed together at the unfathomable images flashing through my head. I was supposed to be bolting for the door, I was supposed to be running after I'd allowed myself to stoop that low and to make out that heavily with Axel Ivanov of all people.
Axel Ivanov.
That name instantly jolted me to the much needed reality, wrenching every last bit of lust in me and I pushed him off me before scrambling to the other side of the bed.
God! What... How could I have done something like this?
"You know, I've never had a girl stare at my clothed cock with that much enthusiasm before, it makes me wonder how you'll look at it when I'm out of my briefs, not like I won't be finding out tonight
anyways."
"In your dreams," I retorted, "I'd rather take a bullet to my head than allow you to put your hands on me again."
"Yes, of course," he replied smugly, so damn full of himself, "you said so earlier but guess who came over those same hands two times, you."
He flashed me a wink and it took all my self-restraint not to fling myself at him and pummel him to the ground but if I do that in my current level of undress and his, I doubted if anything better will
come out of it.
"And for someone so certain that she's not going to allow me fuck her tonight..."
"Ever!" I gritted out and he had the nerve to chuckle.
"Or ever, you're still tangled in my sheets and still in my bed."
I bolted out of his bed with the speed of lightning and the sound of his chuckling filled the room. I glared at him before stomping around the room to find my clothes and I allowed myself not to feel embarrassed. What happened took two and yeah, his hands had made me orgasm so hard that I was still feeling the aftereffects but I could flip the table around and drive him over the edge but I wasn't interested, this was more than enough mistake and I'd rather die than allow any form of physical intimacy with him again.
My first piece of clothing in the room was my panties, the same one he had ripped off brutally over me before he finger fucked me into oblivion was lying by his feet and my teeth clashed furiously against each other as I matched to pick them.
My hands grazed it and he yanked it out of my hold, standing up and raising it above my head. I stood to my feet, anger coursing through my entire being.
"Don't be silly, Axel, just hand it back."
He held it above his head, lips curved into a smug smile as he gazed down at me.
"Why don't you beg? If you beg nicely enough, I might give it back without wanting anything in return."
My lips curved into a sugary smile of my own while my eyes shot daggers into his soul.
"Well, you can keep it then, I should have known you Ivanovs have a flair for things like this, stealing the underwear of women who don't want to have anything to do with you so you could jerk off to
the smell with your thoughts filled with fantasies that'd never come to pass."
I whirled around sharply but not before I caught the look of intense fury in his eyes. I started to stomp away but a strong grip yanked my body back and turned me around. An alien feeling of trepidation ran through me at the feral and animalistic way he was looking at me and before I could form a thought, Axel slammed his mouth against mine.
He kissed me voraciously, wickedly, his tongue stealing into my mouth and stroking with so much intensity it made my core clench.
I loved it.
And the fact that I loved it reminded me to raise my hands and push him off, except that I couldn't push him off. He yanked my two hands away from his body and pinned them in a painful grip behind
my back as his mouth thoroughly devoured mine.
The duvet fell away from my body and he ran his other hand through my body harshly, his fingers pinching my nipples one after the other till they tightened into hard painful knots, till I could feel my core dripping with so much wetness.
His hands dung into my hips and before I could think, his fingers were slipping into my core and massaging my wet folds.
Oh my God!
I gasped into his mouth and he chuckled against my lips before he broke the torturous kiss off.
"I don't have to jerk off to the fantasies of you," he murmured, his fingers massaging my folds with an almost animalistic roughness that hurt and pleasured me with equal measures, "I could live out
every single sexual fantasy I've had of you since I met you tonight and trust me, Red, they're a lot."
I held on to the tiny bit of sanity that I have left.
"That'd never happen," I gritted out, "not on my watch. I'd rather..."
He slammed two fingers into me at the same time he pinched my clit and a loud whimper-like moan escaped from my mouth, cutting my statement off and making me through my head back
instinctively.
"Good!" He murmured, voice rough with want and lust, "That's the only sound I want to hear from you all night. Now, get on the bed."
I glared at him, eyes blaring with defiance.
"Get on the bed, Red, except you want to be roughly fucked on the floor like the little slut that you are."
His dirty words sent a strong wave of arousal to my core but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction of knowing how dirty his words made me feel and how much I like it.
Except he could feel it, his fingers were still in my folds so he could feel my body's reactions to him.
"Don't fight what your body is craving, Red, just get on the damned bed."
"Make..." I could even get the two words out before he whirled me around, wrapped his hand around my ponytail and he drove me to the floor.
I yelped but my yelp morphed into a whimper when he reached over from behind and he twisted my nipple.
"Yeah," he murmured, voice rough with desire, "those sounds, they're the only ones I want to hear all night."
"Screw you," I gritted out, my body taut with so much need I could barely think straight.
"Yeah, of course, you will."
I heard the sharp toil of nylon and the next thing, he slammed into me with so much force I'd have dissolved to the ground if his hand wasn't wrapped around my ponytail in a tight grip. I yelped at his
length in me, at the fact that I could barely accommodate him, at the searing pain that I felt deep in my stomach.
He gave me the briefest second to adjust to the stretch of his length before he started pounding into me with so much brutal force I couldn't think and my screams dissolved into mindless moans and
whimpers.
My whimpers became louder as he pounded into me and the sounds that filled the room were the obscene sound of his balls slapping against my ass, my mindless moans and whimpers, and his
guttural groans as he fucked me thoroughly.
"Yes Red," His breath grazed my ear as his teeth grazed a sensitive spot below my earlobe, "those sounds, I like it better when you're making those sounds than when you're talking."
"Fuck..." He eased out of me and he slammed back in with so brutal force I screamed and tears pooled in my eyes.
"Oh, God! Oh fuck!" I breathed, unable to hold back as he pumped into me. It felt so good, so mind-blowingly good my body slacken and I dragged my nails on the tiled floor.
"Oh my... Fuck... I..."
My looming orgasm built a tornado in me, begging for release as he fucked my brains out. I felt it gather below my spine, I felt it...
"Oh fuck, I'm going to..."
He slowed his thrusts to the nearest minimum and my body protested in frustration. He eased into me with a painstaking slowness, torturing me as he kept my orgasm away from me.
"Beg for it, Lisa, I want to hear you beg for what you're desperately craving, beg for me to make you come."
"Does your fragile ego need brushing up?" I managed, "do you need all the girls you fuck to beg you to make them come before you deliver?"
He slammed viciously into me, two vicious hard, and brutal thrusts, and I was a moaning, whispering mess.
"Yes Red, if you're not moaning, whimpering, screaming, or begging, then I don't want you making any sound while I'm fucking you."
"Bastard."
He eased his thrusts again, driving me over the edge of insanity with the release he was keeping away from me. I wanted to hold on, I didn't want to give in to him but with the way he was fucking me,
the way he was easing his thrusts and increasing his pace at intervals to torture me was driving me over the edge, it was driving me crazy.
And it felt like I was going to lose my mind.
I really was going to lose my mind if I didn't reach orgasm soon.
"Too stubborn for your own good," he eased his thrusts again, his voice raspy and desire midden, "you can just say the word and puy yourself out of this torture."
I pressed my lips together to keep myself from replying but his next brutal thrusts drew a loud scream out of me.
"Oh, God.... Please."
"Please?" He chuckled darkly, "I didn't get that."
"Please... I'm going...oh God." I sobbed as he picked up the pace, slamming into me with brutal forces, making intense pleasure to ricochet through my entire body
"I'm going to... Oh my...oh fuck." I screamed as my orgasm ravaged through me, my nails clawing on the tiles out of pure instinct as the intense release took over my entire body and I dissolved to the
floor when Axel let go of my ponytail.
I dissolved into the floor for just a brief second because the next thing I knew, I was up in the air, and then my back was on the bed and Axel was inside me again.
"Oh my God!"
He didn't slow his thrusts this time, he just kept fucking me, hard, harshly, his thrusts delivering equal measures of punishments and rewards while I was a moaning, whimpering mess.
I came again, fast and hard and he didn't give me a second to recover before kneeling up and propping my leg on his shoulders, fucking the hell out of me, fucking my brains out, and drawing orgasms
after orgasms out of me.
"You love this, right?" He growled above me, his whole muscles tense and taunted from holding back his release, "you love my cock in your tiny little hole?"
"Yes please... fuck."
I came again, my body growing completely spent beneath him and with a loud guttural groan, he came too and he collapsed on top of me, our heavy breaths mingling together.
His breathing became regular before I could even think to gather myself and he pulled himself out of me. For a while, he stared down at me with a look I couldn't recognize before his smug smile
made its way to his face and he reached over to brush a strand of hair that was clinging to my face from how hard I was sweating.
"Look at you," he grinned, "you look so thoroughly fucked and you look the most perfect this way."
I couldn't think of a retort, not when blood was still pounding in my ears and my heart was still racing and my legs were still quivering, the orgasms had hit me so hard that I just wanted to close my
eyes and sleep.
"Glad to know the fucking rendered you speechless," he grinned before pushing himself off the bed.
He disposed of the condom in the nearby trash can and disappeared into the bathroom and it was only after I heard the shower running that I forced myself off the bed. I didn't even have time to think
about what the hell just happened, I just needed to get the hell out of here fast and hard.
I dragged myself to pick my clothes and I wore them haphazardly. I dashed to the library to carry my bags but my gun was nowhere in sight and after searching for a while, I decided to leave it. I just
needed to get out of the apartment as soon as possible.
And that I did, only to realize how stupid I was when I got to the gate. I had no way of opening it and I couldn't even start to hack into his security for the fear of setting something off. I was still contemplating what to do, whether to turn back and ask him to open the gates or just do nothing when the gates slid open automatically by themselves and a car glided in.
I averted my face and dashed out before the gates could close and it was only when I was outside that I allowed what I just did to dawn on me.
I slept with Axel.
I slept with my Family's number one enemy.