Chapter 15 Mine
Daxton’s P.O.V
Kian’s perfume seeped into my nose while I braced an arm over the table, peering down at the woman whose auburn hair fell over her shoulders, her legs curled by her side. I raised a brow because why the hell was Verena hiding from Kian?
And at that, under my table?
Those dark brown eyes that were the first thing to catch my attention pierced into mine, as she clasped both hands over her face in the form of a plea. “Please…”
My face morphed into a slight frown. There was no need to hide from Kian. She had just deprived me of seeing the horror on Kian’s face when he found her sitting on my lap.
Kian’s voice as he took a seat across from me broke my train of thought as I jerked forward, forcing a smile onto my face. “How are you, nephew? Missed me so much that you are back again?”
Emily stood at the door, eyes pleading as she muttered. “I tried to stop him,”
I almost clicked my tongue in my mouth before a gruff sound rumbled off my chest as I waved my hands at her dismissively. She lowered her head and shut the door behind her.
My eyes flickered back to Kian who tilted his head to the side, a smile creeping at the corner of his mouth. “I don't think you missed me, I mean, you told your receptionist not to allow me in, right?”
I nodded. “Your presence can be suffocating and you are too loud. I don't like loud people, Kian. I thrive in silence”
Kian choked out a laugh, his bright blue eyes darkening slowly. “I was invited as a guest to a show. Did you watch it?”
Invited?
More like he had threatened the host for an invite because since he couldn't get across to Verena, the only way to reach her was by being invited as a guest to the talk show. He knew she would be watching as she had never missed an episode. I knew Kian more than he knew himself.
This wasn't the first time he had done this. He had once called my sister-in-law, Jana, who once worked as a TV news anchor on national TV. I didn't know how he did but he had made the line, only to tell his mum not to be mad at him, he was sorry for spilling water all over the floor, and promised to be a good boy.
That cute act had made the news for years.
I nodded with a smile, leaning forward with my forearms on the table. “I loved every bit of it and the part where you left a message for Verena. What did you call her again? Little mouse”
I could feel Verena still underneath the table and I could hear the sound of her thumping heart.
“She is not just Verena but she is my wife. Verena holds a place in my heart and she is the bone of my bone and…”
The smile on my face was now long gone, obviously bored with where this was going as I cut in abruptly. “Yet you cheated on her with Zita and don't tell me any bullshit about her leaving because you decided to open your marriage. You have been seeing Zita for the past six months”
“You told Verena you wanted to seal off a deal in Kenya but you were in London with Zita, celebrating your birthday. All the business trips that you told her about were a lie, you were between Zita’s legs. When you got so intoxicated with her, you brought her home with a flimsy excuse of an open marriage”
Kian’s jaw tightened, breathing turned ragged. “How long have you been keeping tabs on me?”
I laughed. “Since I didn't have the luxury to check up on you, I kept tabs on you to know how you were faring. But you were a disappointment, Kian!”
Kian gritted his teeth. “I am not a disappointment, Uncle Daxton. If you truly loved me and wanted me to change, you would have called me to order but instead, you stole my wife?”
“Stole?” I chuckled. “You pushed her into my arms, Kian. That is the best thing you have ever done”
His eyes turned red as he leaned forward, taking the full weight of my gaze. “I don't know where you have kept Verena, but I will find her. That woman is in love with me, her world revolves around me and even if you tell her that I cheated on her with Zita, she wouldn't believe because I am still her husband and—”
I froze when Verena’s hands rested on my lap as she unbuckled my belt and blood rushed straight into my groin and just her touch made my dick swell.
What was she about to do?
While Kian blabbed on and on, I glanced down at Verena who stared at me with a mix of anger and passion burning in her eyes.
She was filling my mind again with those spell-binding eyes and the warmth of her hand on my cock almost drove me crazy. She fisted it so hard that it pulsed and my muscles tightened in anticipation.
I struggled to tear my eyes off her while Kian raised a brow. “I know you manipulated her and she is just with you because she is mad at me. When the thrill of fucking an older man wears off, she would come back to me and…” Before he could finish, she took me in her mouth— her tongue hot and wet.
A groan threatened to rip from my throat, my breath unsteady. She was messing with my head, my mind as the heat from her mouth coursed through me, and when she took my full length in her mouth, heaven became clearer.
She made no slurping noises—Just took it in like the good girl she was.
I breathed hard and loud, fixing my eyes back on Kian. “You…” I trailed, throat tightening, as she fisted my balls and fondled them softly. “What were you saying?”
Kian stared at me,stunned. “So you weren't listening”
She was playing with my balls. Playing with fire.
I peeked down at the beautiful lips wrapped around my dick, as her hands settled on my base, stroking hard with those eyes locked with mine.
Fresh heat surged in my stomach, fueling the pressure at the base of my spine while I struggled to tear my gaze off Verena—back to Kian. “Are you done?”
Kian scoffed. “Far from done!”
Pleasure spiraled inside of me and a silent moan escaped me when she sucked so hard that a wave of orgasm threatened to take over. “I have more important things to finish! Use the door”
Kian smirked. “This isn't far from over, Uncle Daxton. The next time I come back here, it would be with Verena and with a new wedding invitation after your failed attempt of ruining my marriage”
I almost burst into laughter. “Next time? There will be no next time!”
I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, pressure building within me as Kian backed the door. He showed me his middle fingers, while my muscles tightened, stars bursting before my eyes as I spilled my seed in her mouth.
The moment Kian closed the door, my eyelids dropped back to Verena who swallowed every bit of my cum. “Lord! You are a tease…”
There was this glow of mischief in her eyes and I was also far from over. “Gone?” She responded, licking her bottom lip.
“Yes. This thing you started…” My lips curled, “I plan on finishing it”
Her eyes lit up with fire and in a matter of seconds, she was bent over the table, ass raised in the air, legs hooked around my stomach as I pounded into her from behind, like Kian was still here, sitting on the chair, oblivious to the fact that Verena was under the table, sucking me off.
He said she would be back? That would be in his dreams because she was mine now!