Chapter 87 Territory
Verena
“Meet me at Spring’s Penthouse. Top Floor. This is what people do for closure. Goodbye Sex”
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as I remained frozen in the same spot, replaying those two words in my head.
Was my hearing impaired or did Kian just imply that he wanted to have sex with me for the last time for closure?
I could feel the anger slowly coursing through my veins and as I spun on my heel, ready to blast his stupid ass out, my heart almost jumped into my throat.
Daxton stood right in front of me, something dark and angry taking over the blue of his eyes. My pulse was over the roof. How long had he been standing there and listening? When did he even come inside?
His eyes were trained on the phone—so bad it felt like his penetrating gaze could shoot lasers into my phone and make them explode in my grip.
I opened my mouth to speak but he shook his head. “No…”
I could hear Kian breathing heavily on the phone. I was sure he must’ve heard his uncle’s voice and should have taken the cue to end the call but he didn't.
“I will just end the call,” I muttered.
“No,” Daxton’s voice was dangerously calm. “Drop the duvet from your chest. I want to see you naked,”
I swallowed hard, heat creeping up my cheeks, pooling between my thighs from the authority his voice held. I dropped the duvet, the fabric pooling over my leg as I took another glance at my phone to still find Kian on the line.
Daxton’s eyes seared into every inch and corner of my naked body. “Can I end the call—”
He cut me a sharp look. “Verena, if you press red, I will really get mad at you and I don't want to…” His voice dropped low.
“It would kill me to raise my voice at you so please don't make me do something I will regret. Give me the phone,”
I blinked, confused as I stretched the phone to him.
He took it, a flicker of rage in his eyes as he glanced at the phone. “Bend over the island…”
I raised a brow.
“Bend over the island,” He stared deep inside my eyes.
I walked past him, feeling the cold surface lock into my bones as I pressed my chest to it. I could feel my heart in my throat, the tip of his fingers brushing through my back briefly and goosebumps spread on it.
He dropped the phone on the island, next to my mouth. Kian still hadn't ended the call.
“How sore are you?”
“Mild…” I responded. “Why?”
“Because this is going to hurt—” My muscles tensed, his chest brushing against my back as he whispered in my ears. “—in a good way. The kind of pain that you like!” He nipped my earlobe and bit on it.
The sharp pain made something slick almost run down my thigh. The smell of my arousal filled the closet as his cock brushed against my ass.
I winced, his teeth still tugging my earlobe. “I want to hear you scream my name, Verena” he rubbed the head of his cock through my arousal, a growl touching my ears.
It wasn't from Daxton.
It was from Kian and a shiver skated down my spine.
I could feel my pussy clenching on thin air, waiting for him to drive his cock inside of me and—
Suddenly, Daxton leaned back, wrapped my hair around his fingers as he yanked my head back and forced his cock into my pussy without warning.
My breath came in short gasps, his other hand gripping my hip and holding me firmly in place as he thrust into me with so much rage and at a pace I’d never experienced before.
Pleasure and pain racked through me. It was so good that I cried, throwing back my ass to catch up to his movement.
His grip tightened around my hair. “Who has been your best fuck?”
I moaned, vision blurring with the tears that filled my eyes. “You!”
His hand left my hips briefly to land a sharp slap on my ass. “What is my name?”
“Daxton!” I broke apart with a moan, pounding into me harder, faster, and deeper as he growled. “Louder!”
“Daxton,” I screamed as he kept ramming into me relentlessly.
“And who would be your last fuck?”
“You, Daxton. You”
I could feel my orgasm taking over every nerve of my body as he jerked my head back—moaned against my mouth. “You are a good girl, Verena and I will give you the fucking world,” He slammed his mouth down on mine and my nerves fired up.
Daxton fucked me through my orgasm, grunting as he spilled inside of me.
“Fuck,” I gasped as he slid his cock out of me and collapsed on top of me.
Daxton just claimed his territory again and I loved every part of it.
I loved the feeling of his skin on mine, loved hearing him breathe as he slid his hand under my stomach. “Can you stand?”
My legs were shaky. If I stood on my own, I would definitely collapse or even pass out.
He didn't let me respond, as he lifted me off the island with a gentle strength, pressing a kiss to my back.
“I’m starving Daxton. We should order Pizza,”
A light chuckle left his mouth. “Pizza? Do you want it from your favorite place or do you have any other place in mind?”
“Same place,”
“I will make an order now. But we should eat dinner first. Is that fine by you?”
I threw my head back against his chest. “Totally fine by me,”
But as he passed the island, my eyes snagged on the phone, and a strange feeling unfurled in my chest at the sight of Kian still on the call.
He was weird. So weird that it was mind-boggling because why hasn't he ended the call for fuck’s sake?