Chapter 4
Author’s POV
Axel carried her effortlessly to her room, her small frame pressing against his chest, arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her head rested gently over his heartbeat, and for a moment, he let himself enjoy the warmth of her dearing everything far from holy.
When he reached her bed, he placed her down with a care that contradicted the storm raging inside him. He adjusted the duvet over her body, fingers twitching with restraint. Damn! He was doing everything in his power to not rip her clothes off and grope those heavy tits that were pressing hard against his chest some while ago.
He wanted to kiss her forehead. Then trail those kisses downward, tasting every inch of her until he reached the place he shouldn’t be thinking about—sweet, tight pink cunt.
But he clenched his fists and forced himself to step back.
“I am not a baby, Axel. Stop treating me like one,” she pouted, shifting her head against the pillow until she was comfortable.
His jaw tightened. That pout. That fucking pout. His fist tightened. She will do a freaking good job with those lips wrapped firmly around his cock.
“Go to bed, baby girl. You need to wake up early.” His voice came out rough, edged with something he refused to acknowledge.
She nodded sleepily, adjusting the duvet again. He forced himself to turn around and walk away, each step heavier than the last.
As soon as he shut the door behind him, he glanced down at his bulge.
Fuck.
His cock throbbed painfully.
Just the sight of her tiny pout had made him hard.
How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her?
But first, there was something more important.
He needed to find out who the motherfucker stalking her was. Because when he did—when he finally had proof—he wouldn’t spare him.
The Next Day
Hazel stepped out of her room, neatly dressed and ready for school.
The grand staircase stretched before her, looking more like a mountain than mere steps. She exhaled and took them slowly. Descending was far easier than ascending.
By the time she reached the dining hall, she felt a wave of relief. Axel wasn’t there.
Good. That meant she could enjoy a peaceful morning.
She ate quietly, savoring the silence. But just as she stood to leave, a familiar scent filled her nose, wrapping around her senses before she even saw him.
Cologne.
Her stomach flipped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.
She turned her head slightly and found him walking toward her—sophisticated, composed, effortlessly powerful.
He looked different today.
His hair was styled in loose curls, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look even more dangerously attractive. His eyelashes seemed thicker, his sharp eyes almost glowing, and his skin—God, his skin—had a radiance she couldn’t quite explain.
Her heart started to race as he closed the distance between them.
Why did she feel like this every time he was near?
Their gazes locked, the air between them shifting.
Her cheeks burned as his eyes traveled over her, lingering on the curves of her hips, sliding down to her legs.
She felt more exposed under his gaze than anywhere else in her life.
She told herself to look away. But she didn’t.
Instead, she stared, drinking him in, memorizing the sharpness of his jaw, the way his shirt clung to his body.
She didn’t even realize how lost she was until—
“Your hands will do a lot better than your eyes, little one.”
His voice was deep, teasing, edged with amusement.
Hazel’s stomach did a ridiculous flip, but she ignored it, rolling her eyes at his words.
“Where are you going, dressed so differently?” she asked, her tone dismissive.
His smirk didn’t fade. “You don’t think I kill people to make money, do you?”
She crossed her arms. “It’s as simple as telling me you’re heading to work, right?”
He chuckled, shaking his head.
“You’re running late. I assigned a driver to take you in the new BMW outside.” His voice was casual, but his next words made her freeze. “It’s always been your dream car since you were a baby, so I decided to get one for you.”
Her breath hitched.
She hadn’t even told him that.
She’d loved BMWs since she was a child, but her father had never bought one for her—he preferred larger, more imposing cars.
Yet Axel remembered.
What was she supposed to think about that?
Emotion clogged her throat, but she swallowed it back.
“Thank you.” Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.
But his expression had already shifted back to unreadable. Cold. Distant.
“Get going. This isn’t Texas. You’ll run late.”
And just like that, he walked past her, stepping into his car. Three other cars followed behind him, his usual security detail.
Hazel exhaled.
She’d known him her whole life, and yet, sometimes, she felt like she didn’t really know him at all.
Stepping out of the car, Hazel’s heart swelled with excitement.
Finally.
The college they had dreamed about for years was no longer just a picture on a screen or an article in a magazine.
Tracy and Armstrong appeared beside her in an instant.
“You took so long,” Armstrong murmured, pulling her into a hug.
“I didn’t wake up early,” she admitted, squeezing him briefly before stepping back. “And I had to eat before leaving the house.”
“We’re finally here,” Tracy whispered, eyes shining.
“We’re finally here together,” Armstrong added.
Hazel stood at the entrance, her boyfriend’s arm around her waist, her best friend beside her.
She should have felt complete.
Armstrong leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She kissed him back, but—
There was no spark.
There never was.
People talked about feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they loved, but Hazel never felt anything.
To her, kissing was just… an act. Nothing more.
“You know what?” Tracy huffed, rolling her eyes. “I think I need to get myself a man!”
Armstrong and Hazel chuckled at her dramatics.
But inside, Hazel felt a strange emptiness she couldn’t explain.
The evening dragged on.
Boredom settled into Hazel’s bones, and she found herself in the lavish bar of the house.
Her eyes skimmed over the endless rows of bottles before landing on one that looked like juice.
It tasted like juice too—sweet, smooth.
She curled into the couch, turning on her favorite Telemundo show.
Minutes passed.
Then a scene appeared on screen.
A sex scene.
Hazel’s fingers clenched around her drink as Will’s hands slipped between Rachel’s legs, her moans filling the room.
Something tightened inside her.
Her thighs pressed together.
Her mind drifted—unwanted, uninvited—to Axel.
His hands. His fingers. His touch.
Her breath came quicker. What would it feel like to have his hand between her thighs? Just like Will and Rachel?
Heat pooled between her legs, and before she could stop herself, her hand moved to her breast, squeezing softly.
A whimper left her lips. And her head rolled backward.
Then—
“What are you doing, Hazel?”
The deep, rocky voice sent ice through her veins.
Her eyes snapped open.
Axel stood there, watching her.
And the way he was looking at her…
She swallowed, but it was too late.
She had already been caught.
Fuck! Axel’s dick was already twitching at the innocent look in her eyes.
He gulped down as he stared at the sexy and round sight of her round breast. He wanted to scream at her and yell at her for being so naughty, but he couldn't even help himself, his voice betrayed him to it. And he desired her graver than the freaking urge to drive a stake to a traitor's heart and rip him open.
He stared down at the position of her hands, her innocent face, the Tv screen then back to drink on the table.
“Fucking goodness momma.” Why are you drinking that? He lowered himself to her level, the moment he spot the drink she was drinking, but she only pouted the more.
“What are you doing, give me back my drink.” she cried out into a moan, and fuck! his shaft made a quick throb.
“You are drunk, momma. Hold on I will take you to your room.” he breathed out softly trying not to stare at her tits. Trying to resist the hold she had on him. But…
“No,” Hazel pouted. “I am not drunk, I just want to feel that way.” she pointed at Rachel that was panting from the orgasm she had and Axel inhaled slightly.
A muscle in his jaws tightened.
And the urge to bend her over and dick her for straight an hour nagged.
He let out a soft exhale, struggling to hold onto the tiny thread of restrain.
“I am not your boyfriend, little one.” He cautioned and made to jerk her up but she made him fall back to her, his face pressing into her heavy tits.
“You were not my boyfriend when you said you were going to fuck my brain back to a reset factory.” her voice came out barely above a whisper and it made his dick throb even more.
His eager hands cupped her boobs, mistakenly, and she pressed them harder into her boobs.
Sensation tickled her skin.
“Ummmm....” Hazel let out a soft moan and that was the height of it. It was all it took for him to lose every ounce of restraint.
His breath hitched.
The muscle in his vein tightened, urging him to act.
His hands found her clothes, and he ripped them off her body.
A breathless gasp escaped Hazel’s lips as his hands brushed her skin in the process.
Axel’s eyes darted and his jaws twitched instinctively at the sight of the heavy round tits that welcomed him.
“Fucking Hell.” Axel rasped—running his tongue against his lower lips.
His hand moved closer, cupping them into his palm.
“Goodness momma! These tits are so beautiful.”
He didn't give her a chance to reply before lowering his head and wrapping his mouth against her nipples.
Hazel stiffened at the feeling of his hot tongue against her nipple.
Her knees bucked and she sank further in the three-seater.
“Goodness!” She arched. Yelping at the pleasure that kissed her skin.
Her hand tangled against his hair, pulling hard on the stand of his hair—dragging him closer info herself as if he could be any closer.
His tongue ran against her nipples, sucking and bitting gently while savoring her expression.
Hazel’s back arched.
“Oh my fucking goodness.” she squirmed—whining in the pleasure of his tongue.
Hee pussy throbbed at every suck, desiring more than she could express.
Axel’s hand fondled the other boobs. Kneading and sucking on the other.
Goodness! His cock made a gentle throb and he licked against her nipples, groaning at the perkiness.
“Go on baby girl, moan for me.” his soft breath caressed her breast and she shuddered, her eyes tightening into a heavy fist.
“Fuck it!” She cried out in pure ecstasy, her body jerking up in pleasure as he rolled his tongue around her nipple.
Her hands fisted against his hair, hard enough like she was going to leave a few small indentations in his head.
Her legs wrapped around his waist while he pushed into her, sucking more and more, his shaft, jerking vigorously in his trouser.
Her body stiffened as his teeth graced her nipple. And something in her stomach tightened.
Axel knew the feeling she was about to have, but he didn't stop, not a bit, instead his hands cupped her breast even more, sucking in more like he had been deprived of breast.
The smell of her Arousal filled him In and heavens….
He wanted to go down to her pussy and lap greedily on her pussy juice. But, he couldn't.
He didn't.
Knowing how she tasted meant owning her forever.
He would never be able to hold himself back from wanting to taste her, from my eating her. From claiming her as his forever.
Hazel’s back arched.
Pleasure kissed her skin sending a knot of sensation across her stomach.
She tugged at the chair, trembling underneath him.
“Oh my fucking goodness, Axel. I am going to pee.” She cried out helplessly pleasure.
“That's not pee, that squirt, baby girl.” he corrected her amidst sucking and she whimpered as her pussy walls tightened really hard, her body jerked in pleasure and her orgasm hit hard at her inner walls.
She let out loud squeals as her body convulsed under the pressure.
“Oh my fucking goodness, Axel.” Her cries filled the air.
While her body shook.
Her heart pounded and she gripped the chair, clutching firmly onto it as she squirted all over his stomach trembling from the pleasure that overrode her.
“Excellent, baby girl. Excellent!” Axel remarked, watching her jerk in pleasure.
He got on his feet, staring down at the place she had bathed him.
He let out a satisfactory pur.
“I wish to not wash this baby girl, I wish to just dry it and keep it close to my nose, Just so I can inhale the nice scent of your pussy forever!”
His eye wondered around her helpless quivering body and his cock kicked hard. Wouldn't it be fun to have her writhe underneath him? With his shaft perfectly buried against her hole? This
A letter to his friend. “I am sorry Marco, but this is the beginning of a journey I can not guarantee an end to.”