Chapter 99 DO YOU LIKE IT?
\[DREXTON'S HOUSE\]
Ricky hid, watching Drexton get into his car.
He smirked as soon as Drexton drove off.
Tapping on his AirPod twice, the call connected.
"Nikita, I've planted the spy camera."
"Hope he's not suspicious of you?"
"I don't think so. Our plan is going as planned."
"Good. Keep an eye on all his moves."
"Noted." He ended the call, and, sensing he was safe, he flagged down a taxi.
Drexton's car screeched to its halt as he felt someone sneaking up on him.
His eyes traveled to the rear-view mirror, and he saw no one.
Shifting the gear, he began driving.
He was going to the outhouse.
He pressed the brakes and felt something off about the car.
He stepped on it, but the car started speeding uncontrollably.
Quickly, he tightened his hand around the wheel, trying to keep the car in control.
The car didn't bulge, and the speed limit rose excessively.
"Someone messed with my car," he muttered, crashing into a street lamp.
People crazily drove off the road, avoiding their car colliding with his own.
He looked ahead and saw a truck coming his way.
The truck driver's hands left the wheel as fear gripped him.
Drexton stepped harder on the brakes, speedily turning the wheels as the car scratched the body of the truck.
His eyes didn't leave the road as more cars kept coming his way.
Soon, he noticed a car following behind.
He immediately knew someone wanted him dead.
He took another route, and the car followed.
A text came to his phone.
Taking a glance at the phone, he saw it was from Ixora.
She was waiting at the outhouse.
The car groaned beneath him as he became determined to reach the outhouse.
The car behind didn't stop chasing.
Still trying to keep the car in control, he pressed a button on the car.
The siren rang out.
The car following him thought it was the police and drove away.
Drexton looked ahead and saw a wall.
He collided with the wall.
Larry came out of his hiding.
"Ma'am, he's dead."
\[OUTHOUSE\]
Ixora held her hands together as she waited for Drexton's reply.
It's been thirty minutes since she arrived.
He hadn't replied to her text or calls, and she was worried.
She picked up her phone to check for any of his messages, but her eyes caught the trending news.
"N-N-No," she stuttered, tightening her grip around the phone as it almost fell from her hands.
"He's not dead!" she yelled, trying to fight back the tears.
She began dialing his number, her heart racing erratically.
Three times, he didn't answer.
She rubbed the back of her palm against her eyes.
She rushed towards the door.
The door pushed before she could open the door.
She immediately felt his presence, but couldn't see him because of the darkness.
Quickly, she turned on her flashlight to see those dark eyes staring at her.
"Drexton," she sniffled and hugged him.
Drexton pulled her away from the hug and crashed his lips on hers.
The phone slipped from her hands as she gripped his shirt, not minding the blood on his body.
Her fingers slid into his hair as his blood rubbed on her.
His hand pulled her waist closer to himself, almost intertwining their bodies.
Ixora broke the kiss with a swollen lip.
"How did you... What's the news about?" she asked.
"I can't die that easily," he replied.
Thanks to her phone touch, they could see each other's faces.
"But I saw your car blowing up. The news kept saying rubbish about you, and I was so scared," she mumbled.
"I left the car before it could blow up. I only sustained a few injuries." He took his thumb and caressed her cheeks. "I knew you were waiting for me, so I had to come here."
"Should we go to the hospital? You are injured." She pierced her gaze into his.
"I'm fine. Stop worrying." He leaned in and pecked the corner of her lips.
She breathed out after convincing herself that he was fine.
"Happy birthday," she smiled, and pressed her lips to his neck. "I love you," she whispered and held his hand, taking him inside the outhouse.
She made him sit before going to close the door and pick up her phone.
Drexton watched her with interest as she returned to him.
She turned her back to him and slowly took off the long jacket she was wearing.
Her clothes came into view.
She faced him and strode towards him.
She put her leg across him and sat on his thigh.
Drexton kept quiet, but he could feel her bare self beneath the skirt she wore.
Locking their eyes together, she held the stripe of her blouse and loosened it.
The blouse slipped off her hand, and a diamond stud glittered.
Drexton's eyes fell on the double piercing she got between her cleavages.
They had his initials, DB, on both of them.
His throat bubbled up as he stared at the scene before him.
The sternum piercing had to be the sexiest thing he had seen, and as he stared at them, crazy thoughts ran through his head.
Ixora wrapped her arms around his neck, but that didn't take his eyes off her cleavage.
"Do you like it?" she whispered.
Drexton cupped her breasts, rubbing his finger on the ring.
Surprisingly, he could feel the coldness and warmth of her skin against his thumb. He could feel his defenses slipping away.
"You love seducing me, don't you?" He leaned in and traced his wet tongue along her cleavage.
Ixora gripped his shoulder as adrenaline shot through her.
Despite wanting him as badly as he wanted her, she managed to push him away.
"I will take the lead tonight," she said, curling her arms around his shoulder.
In slow movements, she straddled her hip against his thigh.
Their gaze locked, and his hand remained on her breast.
As her bare ass rubbed on his thigh, he could feel his cock arching and stretching in his pants.
His hands tightened around her breast, causing her to whimper.
She increased her speed, going in seductive circular motion as she grinded her ass against his erect cock.
"You are getting affected." Her breast bounced in his hands.
He pinched her nipples, and she let out a low whimper.
He traced his wet tongue along her cleavage, feeling the cold stud on his lips.
His senses left him as he rolled his tongue on the ring.
Ixora smiled and threw her head backwards.
He likes the gift.
He cupped her ass and buried his lips in her neck.
He sucked deeply on the spot as he held her firmly on his thigh.
Her eyes shut as emotions washed through her.
He stood to his feet and walked to the table.
Placing her on the table, he slammed his lips down on hers.
Ixora moaned into his mouth as their tongues rolled in each other's mouths.
Her eyelids slowly lifted, and she caught his eyes glued to her face.
She returned the gaze as they fought ferociously in their mouth.
She could see the raw emotions in his eyes. The way he was looking at her eyes was as if he was branding her as his.
The kiss wasn't soft. Rough.
Both bit and sucked each other's lips.
Their tongues going down their throats.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt his hardened length poke her thighs.
Drexton broke the kiss and kissed her chin down to the abdomen.
She felt electricity shoot through her system down to the middle.
Her thighs clenched as he squeezed her breast.
"You asked for it," he muttered huskily, bringing her to her feet.
"I won't regret it," she whispered, licking her lower lip.
All the self-control in Drexton left as he tore off the excuse of a skirt she wore.
He pulled her to himself and pressed her naked body against his.
They felt each other's raw and primal need for each other.
"Don't beg me to stop," he said, his voice deeply low.
It should have been a warning to Ixora, but it ignited the fire within.
Her stomach twisted, and her thighs clenched harder.
Her pussy pulsated, begging for him already.
Crazy to say she wanted it, for him to make her his. To feel the danger he's trying to warn her from.
She knew he wasn't going to be easy on her; maybe she didn't want him soft.
"Don't hold back the monster."
Drexton cursed inaudibly to Ixora as her voice did it again.
They sent his length arching, almost tearing his pants.
She's the only one who can do it. Make him feel without trying hard.
The pleasures he thought he'd never feel again. She alone does it.
He couldn't believe how affected he was.
Pretending to be unaffected would be lying to himself.
The way her perfect body was pressed against his, he couldn't keep his restraint again.
He smirked, bringing his face close to her earlobe.
"You asked for it," he whispered, squeezing her ass. "Get on the table with your hands and knees."
Her chest tightened as his commanding tone aroused her.
Obediently, she went on all fours.
She heard the clicking sound of his belt as he tossed it somewhere.
His pants slipped to the floor.
Curiously, she turned her neck to meet his long, veiny-erected dick.
Sweat appeared on her hairline as her eyes got glued to the monstrous thing in front of her.
He held her hand behind her and pushed her chest into the table.
Her ass shot up to him.
Slapping her ass twice, he gave her a deep thrust.
"Ahh!"
\[HELL DEVILS' HIDEOUT\]
Jaxon and Maddox's fingers punched speedily on the keyboard, their eyes glued to the screen.
The screen displayed countless pictures of Cesario.
They didn't utter a word as they swapped pictures.
Something popped up, and that caused their fingers to stop moving.
Their fingers fell on the table as they turned to each other with wide eyes.
Their gazes had unspoken shock.
They glanced at the screen, then back to each other.
"He's not Cesario Creed," Jaxon muttered.
"He's—" Maddox stopped, taking his gaze back to the screen.