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Axel was showing a new side. A more gentler, softer side that left me with nothing but conflicted feelings. Did he think because we pleasured each other once, going <i>to </i>be a constant thing? He thought wrong.
Mom was right; this was wrong, and it had to end.
“And where will you be, sweetheart?”
“None of your business,” I answered, filling my voice with venom. “And stop calling me that.”
Axel’s expression didn’t change–not even one bit. It still remained pleasant. Maybe he hasn’te down from that high yet. “Stop calling you what? Sweetheart? I don’t think I’ll stop. I like calling you sweetheart even though you’re anything but sweet.” A glint entered his eyes and he took a step forward, forcing me to take arger one back. “Well… You’re only sweet when your eyes are clouded with pleasure. That makes me like you even more. Girls who are overly sweet and all teddies sickens me.”
“Shut up, Axel,” I snarled, my teeth bared. “Can’t you stay a little while without spouting nonsense?”
He continued to walk towards me and I continued to step back until my back hit the wall and there was nowhere else to run to. Axel stopped walking then, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted as he watched me like I was cornered prey–I sure as hell felt like one.
“Rosette,” he purred, his eyes trailing over me. I was dressed in tight pants and an old big T–shirt, and still lust red up in this man’s eyes as he watched me. “How many men have you been with? I bet you’ve only ever had boring, vani sex.”
Was it that obvious? But I didn’t let him know it was true and just stared him down.
Axel took a slow, deliberate step towards me, still watching me with that chilling glint in his eyes. He took another longer step until he was pressed against me, his
hands nted above my head.
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He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, and I flinched from the zap that small touch sent up my spine. Axel paused, turning his face to mine. Our faces were so close that his lips were barely an inch from mine, and when he spoke, I could feel the words vibrating in me.
“Are you scared of me, sweetheart?”
“No,” I answered without hesitation. And that was the truth. I wasn’t scared of him; I was scared of how he was making me feel.
“Hmm.” His tongue flicked out and slowly swept over my lips, this time making me shiver. His eyes were hot on me, searching, watching. He did it again, this time much slower, and his tongue paused between my lips, seeking entrance.
I parted my lips slowly for him, my hands moving slowly and holding his biceps, feeling his muscles strained under the clothes. His tongue entered my mouth, sweeping over it like it owned the ce. Then it touched my tongue, immediately curling around it like a snake, and Axel sucked hard.
I moaned, my hands tightening on his biceps, my hips moving on their own and rocking on him. But Axel pressed his hips against me, holding me still, but it still felt so good because he was hard, pressing against where I wanted him.
He continued to suck on my tongue. He didn’t kiss me, didn’t move his lips, he just sucked and sucked until my tongue felt swollen. That was when he stopped, pulling away and looking into my eyes.
“Ahh, Rosette,” he said softly. “You’re scared of the way I make you feel.”
I could only stare at him, not having it in me to deny it or give a sharp retort. Axel just scoffed and pulled away, taking his warmth, and I suddenly felt cold.
Goodness’s sake, what was going on with me?
“Come on,” he said as he walked to my bags and picked them up. “I want to be home before nightfall.”
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I stood on the balcony with a cigarette in hand when I saw Axel’s car roll in. I watched as the car was parked and Axel stepped out, going round to open the passenger’s door, but before he got there she was already out.
Axel just shook his head as he moved to the trunk and took out her things. She stood still, looking around. It seems she finally felt my eyes and she looked up, our eyes immediately locking.
Even from the distance between us, I could still feel how intense her gaze was. I just stared nkly at her, bringing the cigarette to my lips and taking a long drag.
She looked away from me when Axel walked back to her, and they walked into the house together, Axel chattering while she just remained silent.
She was very… odd.
Axel was the most good–looking among the three of us. Some even called him beautiful. And so women tend to fall at his feet whenever he passes, swooning over him like bees to honey. But not Rosette. If anything, she seems irritated.
A small smile curled my lips, but it immediately fell when I caught myself thinking about her.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I said to myself, looking up at the darkening sky and taking a drag, watching the smoke drift away. “Nothing.”
I went back inside the house just at the same time Rosette and Axel were stepping inside. She paused when she saw me, but I didn’t even look her way and just walked to the living room.
“Bastard,” I heard Axel scoff, but I ignored him.
Kross was in the living room when I stepped in, his sses perched on his nose and hisptop in front of him. Kross was the definition of a workaholic.
“She’s here,” I said as I sat opposite him, frowning as to why I even said that.
He raised his head and looked at me, an eyebrow raised. “Who?”
“Rosette.”
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“Ahh,” was all he said, and went back to typing.
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The room fell silent after that, but my head was a mess. “Are you also affected by
her scent?”
“A little,” he answered without looking up.
I was shocked he was even affected at all.
I didn’t say how much I was affected and just changed the subject. “When is your next rut?<b>” </b>
He finally stopped typing but he didn’t look up. “A month. You?”
“Sooner.”
It will be hard to stay in the same house with her when that happens. I wouldn’t be able to resist then. I would give in to these traitorous feelings. These feelings that I wasn’t supposed to be feeling anymore.
We fell silent after that, just the clicking of Kross’s keyboard filling the space.
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Like every other night, I couldn’t sleep. And like every night, I wandered the house. I loved it when the mansion was quiet and I wouldn’te across anybody. It would just be me and my thoughts.
But right now, I wish those thoughts would just give me a bit of breathing space. It was overbearing and <i>too </i>loud. I felt like I was being driven insane by my own mind.
It was a lot. It’s been this way for three years, and my insomnia has only gotten worse as time went by.
I walked to the balcony where I always sat until dawn but paused when I saw someone there, her red hair loose and blowing in the wind, her back facing me.
Rosette.