<b>Chapter </b>92
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I went so still that it felt like my heart stopped for <b>a </b>couple of seconds.
He… he hated me? How could he say that? What was I going to do now?
I tried to pull away so I could see his face–I would know if he was serious just by looking at his eyes–but Axel’s arms tightened around me, keeping me glued to his chest.
“Axel…” I whispered, still struggling to be free from his grip. I just needed to look at his face, that was all I needed.
But Axel didn’t relent, he didn’t stop stroking my hair either. He was calm, too calm and it was making me
nervous<b>. </b>
“I hate you for leaving me,” he whispered, his fingers gently digging into my scalp and massaging it, but that only made me more nervous. “For not thinking about what I wanted. You were selfish, Rosette. You only thought of yourself.”
I shook my head, my chest painful. “No, no. I did it-”
His arms tightened around me and I winced, biting my tongue.
“Don’t say you did it for me,” he whispered. “Because I might just snap, Rosette, and that wouldn’t be good for either of us.” His hand moved to my back, moving up and down, and it felt like he was trying to calm himself and not me. “Six months, Rosette. That was how long I had to spend without you. Can you imagine what I went through?”
“It was also hard for me,” I said gently, pressing my face into his chest.
“It wasn’t,” he said, his voice still unnervingly calm. “If it were, you would havee back to me. You would have called at least.”
I hated this<b>. </b>I wanted him to shout, to take out his frustration and hurt. I hated how calm he was, because I knew it was just fake and he was keeping it all bottled up. It was better to let it all out than to just suffocate from it.
“I thought I was doing the right thing,” I said, my voice barely audible. I wanted him to snap, to drop this tense calmness. I wanted him to let it all out. “I didn’t want you to lose everything because of me. I felt like you would hate meter in the future when that happens. That you would regret giving everything up for me. And so I left. I left because <b>I </b>didn’t-”
His hair tightened on my hair, and he pulled my head back, mming his lips so hard on mine that I felt my lips split.
“Shut up,” he growled, fisting my hair and kissing me like a madman. There was nothing soft about the kiss; it was all tongue and teeth, but I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight, pressing myself to his hard body.
I didn’t realize I had been cold until I felt his warmth seep into me, chasing the cold away and making me feel warm again.
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“I’m sorry,” I muttered, my hand waving into his hair and feeling its soft strands. God, I’ve missed this.
“Shut up, Rosette,” he growled again.
But I didn’t stop. “I’m sorry, Axel.”
He groaned low in his throat, his hand moving down to my ass and grabbing it. “I said shut up.”
“Let it out,” I said breathlessly, pulling my lips away from his and looking into his eyes–finally. He looked wild and hurt. The pain was so bright in his eyes that it sliced through me, making me weak in the knees, down to my bones. “Don’t hold it in, Axel. Take it all out on me. Let me take away your pain. Let me redeem myself. Hate me, Axel. Hate me but love me still. Give it all to me.”
He growled, the sound more beast than human. He grabbed my jaw, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss.
He grabbed my ass and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. His tongue slipped into my mouth, curling around mine before he sucked hard on it. I moaned into his mouth, moving my hips.
Axel turned, walking towards the house, and asionally he would break the kiss so he could watch where he was going. We entered the house and not a single soul was seen, not even the smallest noise, as if there was nobody in the house, but I knew there was.
“My room’s on-”
“I know where your room is,” he cut me off, his voice deep and rough, already climbing the stairs. “Your scent is luring me there like a siren.”
My cheeks flushed, the wetness between my legs growing more intense.
He carried me to my room, opening the door with his back and closing it with his leg. He walked to the bed, throwing me on it. Inded hard on it, bouncing, my eyes taking some time before they could finally focus on him again.
He stood at the edge of my bed, towering over me, his chest heaving, his eyes hot and wild as they slowly trailed over me.
“Let’s say it was my father and not me,” he growled, taking his shirt off. “You would have let him see you like this?”
I swallowed. “I wasn’t thinking. <b>I </b>just thou-”
“Damn straight,” he cut me off, unzipping his pants. “You weren’t fucking thinking.” He dragged his pants down, tossing them aside. He was left in his boxer briefs, his dick straining against the fabric. “You remember that day in that ice cream shop?” I nodded, pressing my thighs together. That crazed look in his eyes was driving me mad and I just wanted him to devour me. “You remember what I said? That I would gouge out the eyes of any man who so much as looked at you wrong. I meant that, Rosette. And I don’t give a single fuck if that man is my father.”
“Axel,” I moaned softly, eager to relive this ache burning in me. “I need you, Axel.”
He stroked himself from his fly, his eyes hot on me. “You’re not in the position to make demands,
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sweetheart.”
“Then, please…”
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Before I could even blink, he shot forward, his hand reaching out, grabbing my jaw, and bringing my face