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    I looked down at my hard dick as if it disgusted me. I shouldn’t be hard at the thought of her, but goddamn it, how could I not?


    I want her. I know that like I know the color of the sky, but I couldn’t have her. And getting hard at the thought of her was wrong to me. So I was disgusted at myself because I usually had more control than this.


    I had sex. I wasn’t some saint who doesn’t fuck. I did. I fucked like a damn animal. Sex was like some relief for me. But I only had sex when I knew I wasn’t close to my rut. So I fucked as many times as I wanted. But I had control, control of when I got hard. And that was why I never touched myself.


    But now I found myself unzipping my pants, and taking my dick out. I stared at it like it was a stranger, watching as precum dripped down my length.


    I didn’t want to. Goddamn it, I really didn’t want to touch myself, especially with the thought of her but I know I would have to if I wanted to get it out of my system.


    So I spat on my hand, fisting my dick. I groaned low, slowly stroking. I watched my dick as I did it, but I looked away, telling myself if I didn’t look, it would make this easier.


    What a joke.


    I stroked harder, using the precum that was pouring out of me as lubricant. My hand glides easily on my dick, the sound of me pleasuring myself, and my breathy groan filling the silent space.


    My other hand reached out and squeezed my balls. “Oh fuck,” I breathed as pleasure shot up my spine. I stroked faster, my hand a blur as it moved up and down my dick, the thoughts of her filling my head.


    I thought of her round, full breasts: her pink nipples, hard and pointy. I wanted to wrap my mouth around her breasts and sucked like she was offering me salvation. I wanted her to moan my name as I pleasured her, her breathy moans and gasps all mine, filling my ears.


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    I longed for her scent to nestle around me like a cocoon of forbidden silk, soft and suffocating all at once, and I wanted to burn and bloom from its intensity.


    The things I wanted from that woman were sinful, and dangerous.


    I groaned as my spine tensed and I came, shooting out sperm thatnded on my chest, some on my desk.


    I slumped on my chair after my climax ended, feeling like I was high. I didn’t know I coulde that hard from touching myself. That felt good, but as soon as the lust cleared, disgust took its ce.


    I sighed as I reached for the tissue paper, cleaning my hand and chest.


    Never again. This wouldn’t repeat itself again.


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    ROSETTE


    Four days passed and we’d found a routine in the mansion; the men left for work as early as they could. I would spend the morning in the greenhouse–I’ve made good progress with it so far–and then at noon, I would leave for the library. Christopher was always waiting whenever I came down, and he still waited until I was done.


    We didn’t speak. Just greetings, but on the third day, he started buying me coffee and snacks when the hours I spent in the library became many.


    We still didn’t speak, but our rtionship had changed.


    I woulde back before the men, make sure I ate, then I would be in my room, studying until I fell asleep with the book on my face.


    Despite myself, I… I missed Axel. It’s been a week and there hasn’t been a single word from him. I just hope that whatever it was he was going through wasn’t causing him pain or anything.


    It was the fifth day, and I was already done in the greenhouse, getting ready to go to the library when a knock came at the door. I froze, my eyes widening as <b>I </b>looked at the door as if I could see through it. No one had knocked on my door


    for days. Why now? What did they want?


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    I took a deep breath and headed to the door. It was probably nothing. They’ll just state what they want and be on their way. But Kross and Kade weren’t even supposed to be home at this time. I was sure nobody was in the mansion when I went to the greenhouse.


    I rushed to the door, opened it, and there he was.


    “Hello, beautiful person,” Axel said, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned against the door frame.


    If my life had been on the line, I wouldn’t have been able to keep the smile from my face. And it wasn’t even a grin, but a smile.


    “Axel,” I said softly.


    “Oh, look at that smile. You missed me, didn’t you, precious?”


    I cleared my throat, looking away from him. “No, I didn’t. Don’t tter yourself.”


    Axel scoffed, pushing away from the door and walking into my room. He grabbed my waist with one hand, mming his lips on mine. Despite the delivery, the kiss was soft. Gentle and slow. I kissed him back, my hands wrapping around his neck.


    “Well, I did miss you,” he muttered, the look in his eyes intense. “Every second spent away from you was painful.”


    I looked away from him and the heated look in his eyes, my face heated. He groaned, cupping my face and kissing me again. “Fuck, you blush so beautifully.”


    “Shut up,” I muttered, pushing away from him, my face heating even more,


    Axel chuckled before he shoved a banquet of flowers into my face. “I brought you flowers.”


    I looked at the flower in his hand before I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “You brought me roses?”


    He looked too proud of himself. “Uh–huh. Roses for my Rose. Romantic and poetic, ain’t it? Wherever shall you find a man like me, sweetheart?”


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    Augh burst out of me, loud and genuinely. I took the flowers from him, still smiling. “Thank you.”


    Axel stared at me, his eyes slightly wide, his lips parted. He caught himself and cleared his throat. “You’re going to the library, right?”


    “How’d you–Yes.”


    “I’ll drive you.”


    “I have a driver.”


    “Christopher took the day off.”


    I gave him a look. “Did he?”


    He grinned at me. “Of course he did. Now pick up your jacket, let’s get moving.”


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