Chapter 128 Chapter 26 of the spin-off

Chapter 128 Chapter 26 of the spin-off
Axel Cornell.

After a long, exhausting flight, during which we only manage to get a few restless naps, I finally feel the jet's wheels touch French soil.

The relief is overwhelming. Exhaustion weighs on my shoulders, but the satisfaction of being home and having him with me outweighs everything else. I help Bastião unfasten his seat belt, careful not to put any pressure on his shoulder, and we get to our feet.

Before we landed, I sent Rick a message telling him to arrange for two cars. I want privacy. I look at Bastião as he cracks his neck and moves his good arm, trying to wake up his muscles. We walk down the stairs, and I see Rick standing on the tarmac, leaning against one of the vehicles.

"Welcome back, Boss. Welcome back, Bastião."

"It's good to be back, Rick," I reply, letting out a deep sigh as the Paris air fills my lungs.

"Good to see you in one piece, Bastião," Rick says with a crooked smile. "When I heard you'd been shot, I thought, 'This time, we're going to lose our old man.'"

Bastião rolls his eyes, although I catch a flicker of amusement there.

"Very funny, Rick."

Rick simply laughs and hands me the keys to one of the cars.

"Everything's fine, sir. Nothing bad happened around here this past week. You can rest without worrying."

"Thank you, Rick. Good work."

I gesture to Bastião, and we head toward the car. I take the driver's seat, and he settles in beside me. I lean over him, carefully helping him pull the seat belt across his body before starting the engine and leaving the airport.

"Your place?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the road, already imagining taking him back to my territory.

He seems to think for a moment, his gaze fixed on the cityscape.

"No. Mine."

I look at him in surprise, nearly missing the turn onto the avenue.

"What?" he asks when he sees my expression.

"It's just... I never thought you'd invite me to your house. You've never invited me before, Bastião."

He gives me a small, somewhat enigmatic smile.

"Because you weren't mine before, Axel. And if I'd brought you to my house back then, I probably would've ended up losing control."

I swallow hard, a shiver running down my spine. The thought of seeing him lose control because of me instantly makes my blood run hot.

He gives me the address, and I follow the directions. Fifteen minutes later, I park in front of an imposing house protected by a high wall and a solid gate.

Bastião takes his wallet out of his pocket and hands it to me with a calm gesture.

"The key's in there. There's a button to open the gate."

I open his wallet, take out the key, and press the button for the gate. I drive inside and park near the main entrance. We get out, and I unlock the front door, standing still for a second just to admire the interior.

The house is beautiful, with neutral colors, spacious couches, and decor that radiates his personality: understated and powerful.

"Come on," he murmurs, taking my hand.

We head upstairs. I feel my heart begin to race; being inside my man's private sanctuary is a level of intimacy I'm still trying to process.

He opens the bedroom door, revealing a vast, immaculate space. As soon as I step inside, he closes the door behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my back.

"You have no idea how happy I am to have you here, in my home," he whispers in my ear.

My own heart starts pounding in my chest. I turn in his arms and run my hand over his face, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"I'm so happy to be here with you too."

He rubs his cheek against my palm, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors my touch.

"How about we take a shower?"

My eyes widen, my breath catching in my throat.

"T-together?"

He gives me a small smile, the kind that always dismantles my defenses.

"If you want to. I'm not going to force you into anything, darling."

"I want to!" I blurt out, the answer coming much faster than I intended.

I notice his surprise and try to regain my composure as a leader, clearing my throat and speaking more calmly even though my face is burning.

"I want to."

He lets out a low, warm laugh and kisses the top of my head.

"I'm glad, then."

We head into the bathroom, and I take a deep breath, trying every possible way to calm myself down because this will be the first time I see Bastião naked.

Holy fuck, I'm freaking out inside, my hands trembling slightly as the humidity in the room begins to rise.

"Darling..." I look at him, and he's wearing a crooked smile, that knowing expression of a man who understands exactly what kind of effect he has on me. "Can you help me take my clothes off?"

Bastard. He's teasing me, and he knows I'm at his mercy.

I step closer, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, and help unbutton his shirt one by one. My breath hitches as the fabric slips off, revealing his broad chest, scarred from old battles he survived.

He's so sexy it hurts.

I help him with his pants, pulling them down until he's left in just his boxer briefs. My throat goes dry as I grip the waistband of the fabric and pull it down slowly, trying to maintain my composure.

My God, Bastião is naked in front of me. Fuck, pull yourself together, Axel.

I remove my own clothes as well, feeling his gaze burn into me, devouring every inch of my skin as I shed the last piece.

We stand there, completely naked, two predators recognizing each other in a territory of complete surrender. I look at his body, at his dense muscle and imposing hardness, my mouth watering.

I want it. I want so badly to taste him, to hear him moan with that husky, sexy voice in my ear, but he's hurt. Control yourself, Axel.

"Let's shower," I say, my voice cracking.

We step into the shower stall, and I turn on the water. Warm water begins to fall, but the heat I feel comes from him as he wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing his chest against my back.

I feel his length pressing against my lower back and let out a heavy gasp. If he keeps this up, I'm going to lose whatever sanity I have left. I pull away just enough to grab the soap and sponge, and I begin washing his body with almost religious care.

I clean his neck and his delicious chest and move down his firm stomach. When my hands pass over his thighs and brush against his groin, he lets out a deep sigh that reverberates in my chest.

I lightly touch his hard dick, feeling the pulse of life there, and then I begin washing myself as well, removing the sweat from the trip. I'm just like him, hard as a rock, and I don't feel an ounce of shame.

We've been in this desire for years, feeding fantasies, and now that we're finally here, self-control is a joke.