Relentless Sinner

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Gabriella

“I’m fine right here,” I say, trying to hold on to my last shred of control.

Jaxon quirks a brow and gives me a teasing smile. “Thought you wanted to go out tomorrow?”

“So, if I want to go out, I have to sit on your lap?”

“That and three more things, then we have a deal.”

Fuck him , he’s such an asshole. This is so typical of him.

I muster up the filthiest look I can and throw it his way. “What is the matter with you?”

“Nothing. Unlike you, I don’t deny myself what I want. Ever .” He runs a hand through his wet hair and tilts his head, staring at me with that deranged menace. “Now come here.”

I grit my teeth and press my hands into the hard surface of the hot tub seat. I’m going to have to do what he wants, aren’t I?

Play the game, Gabriella. Play the game. He just said if I do this and three more things—whatever the hell they are—we’d have a deal.

Pushing aside my reluctance—and my nerves—I lift myself up and move closer to him. When I’m near enough he slips an arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. Then he disarms me further by smiling up at me.

“Isn’t this better?” he taunts.

“Maybe for you.”

He continues staring up at me and strokes the side of my waist, caressing the skin there in tandem with the ripples of water around us.

“Kiss me.” He speaks in a soft whisper that sounds too tender for him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” If I kiss him I’ll be as lost as I was last week before he left.

“You liked it well enough last time. Or is it that you want me to kiss you somewhere else ?” His gaze drops between us to my thighs and a rush of arousal floods my body.

“Don’t.” I press my hand against his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath my palm.

“What are you afraid of, Gabriella?”

“Nothing.”

“Then kiss me. I said I wanted three more things. That’s one of them. Clock’s ticking, Krasota.”

The air in my lungs slows, becoming heavy and thick like tar. I find it more difficult to breathe, to think, to reason with myself. I’ve run out of excuses and comebacks, allowing him to barricade me in this position where I’m right where he wants me.

It’s just kissing. It means nothing—or it doesn’t have to if I don’t want it to.

That’s what I tell myself but I know it’s another lie.

Mustering courage, I lower my mouth to his lips, my body anticipating the thrill of kissing him again.

Jaxon moves in to me, too, and when our lips touch passion ignites like a flame fueled by lava.

Heat consumes the air around us, leaving me breathless. It takes mere seconds to get lost in his lips on mine.

Jaxon slides his tongue into my mouth, capturing mine. My tongue tangles with his as he explores every inch of my mouth then desire and pleasure take over, numbing my mind to all the reasons that should make me resist him.

The kiss intensifies and he slips his hands into my hair, holding me closer so he can take more of me.

I touch him, too, smoothing my hands up his chest and tracing the contours of his muscles. I slide them up until I reach his face then I run my fingers over his beard and up to his hair.

Jaxon pulls me flush against him so I’m molded to his skin and a shockwave courses through me when he sucks hard on my tongue and deepens the kiss.

A kiss isn’t supposed to make anybody feel like this. Like they’d sell their soul to have it.

My awareness peeks through the wild haze of lust when his hand glides up my waist and slips under my bra. He runs his fingers across my left breast and catches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I moan at his touch and he kisses me with more urgency, as if he needs more of me.

I hear the little snap of the clasp on my bra then feel the cold air on my naked breasts as the bra slides down my shoulders. Realizing I’m topless, I pull away from his lips.

“Jaxon…” My voice comes out hurried and strained.

I cover my breasts with my hands but he grabs them. “Number two. This is what I want for number two. You like this.”

“Someone might see us.”

“My people get paid enough not to see anything .” He grins with sexy mischief, pulling my hands away from my breasts.

I want to stop him. I should, but the hungry look in his eyes stops me.

He bends down and captures one of my nipples between his lips, sucking gently at first then harder as I moan.

I grab his shoulders and arch my body into his mouth, savoring the delicious shivers of pleasure that course through me. Everything around us fades from my consciousness as we’re engulfed in our own world of desire and lust.

Holding me steady, he feasts on my breasts, alternating his sucking from one to the other.

“I fucking love your body, Krasota.” He curls his tongue around my left nipple and looks up at me. “Don’t you dare lie to me and tell me you don’t want this.”

My breath snags when I part my lips. “I…”

“Want more.”

It’s not a question but the intensity of his gaze demands an answer. I nod.

My God, I actually nod, giving my approval, no longer fighting, no longer resisting. It feels like the shield I placed up to keep myself from feeling anything for him cracks, and I don’t want to fix it.

With sinful delight etched into his face Jaxon returns to his wild suckle, sucking on my nipples until they’re sore and my breasts are heavy with the weight of wanting more. Then his free hand finds its way down to my panties, slowly sliding over the sensitive skin of my mound until he’s between my thighs.

He spreads my legs wider so he can rub his fingers over my folds and trace teasing circles around my skin. Lingering there, he strokes, teasing my skin before dipping inside to massage my clit, then he pushes his fingers deeper into my pussy.

We’re in water but I know he can feel the distinct wetness inside me for him.

“Fuck, Krasota.” His hot breath burns my skin. “You want me.”

“I can’t…”

“Fucking stop it. You know I want you. Now stop acting like you don’t want me.” He tightens his grip around my waist and moves to my ear to whisper. “I know it’s me you think of late at night when you’re all alone and you think no one can see you touching yourself.”

My eyes snap wide and I twist around to look at him. “What?”

He can’t be serious. But he knows. How?

The answer comes to me before I can blink—cameras. He has cameras in the bedroom.

“Relax. Only I can see you.”

“You bastard. You were watching me.”

I pull away but he pushes his fingers deeper into me and catches my face. “I told you I missed you.” He crushes his mouth to mine again and kisses away my protests.

I kiss him back, my anger and embarrassment dissolving.

“Fuck. I need more,” Jaxon growls, then, with a slow and seductive grin he picks me up as if I’m weightless.

He stands with me and tosses me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I shriek.

“Getting a little more privacy.”

With his hand on my ass Jaxon gets out of the hot tub with me and carries me back into the house.

He opens the door to the guest room and we go inside. I saw this room when Eve showed me around. It’s one of the smaller rooms but still bigger than my room at Dad’s house.

Before my next thought can form Jaxon kicks the door shut then throws me down on the bed, rumpling the blue satin sheets which also get wet the moment I land on them.

He climbs on top of me and pins my arms above my head.

I gaze up at him, admiring his chiseled abs covered in artistic tattoos, and the way his toned stomach flexes.

“Number three, I want you.” He leans over me, his hair falling over his face.

“Jaxon—”

“ Shhh .” He places a finger to my lips then hooks another finger underneath the waistband of my panties and rubs my folds. “I want to taste you here, then everywhere.”

The possession in his words sends a pang of eagerness coiling through me, making me crave his mouth on my skin.

He rolls my panties down my legs then lifts my hand with the engagement ring up to his lips to kiss my ring finger. “This is all I want you to wear.”

He parts my thighs wide then swipes a finger over my pussy. The moment he bows his head and buries his face between my thighs I know I’m no longer playing a game. I’m part of the game. I’ve become a willing participant who wants the full experience of this man.

Reality tries to force its way through to my mind and remind me that I have a very important plan, but Jaxon intercepts and steals my senses by pushing his tongue into my passage.

I moan out loud, soaking up the rush of pleasure that flows over my body like a gust of wind. He permits me no time to recover before circling the swollen bud of my clit with his tongue, licking, lapping and nibbling.

Uncontrollable moans fall from my lips, growing louder with each lick, each touch, each kiss, each caress.

My body bows to the sensation, craving more. And he gives it to me, exploring my pussy the way he did my mouth.

Soon, I come. I come harder than ever, writhing against his face as he feasts on me, drinking up my arousal.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs and sucks on my clit one last time before pulling himself up so he can hover over me. He lowers his mouth back to my lips and I feel his hard cock pressing into my belly. “More, Krasota?”

“ More ,” I hear myself say in that desperate, sultry tone.

He smiles and pushes his swim shorts down his hips, unleashing his massive cock.

My breath goes short when I see it. He wraps a hand around his length, looking even sexier as he fists himself.

He grabs my hips and hooks my leg around his waist, then guides his cock to my entrance. The sensation of him there drives me insane.

I’m wet again, just from him touching me, so when he pushes in my body welcomes him.

I haven’t had sex in years so I know I’m tight. I can feel my walls wrapping around his length.

“You’re so tight and perfect,” he groans, his face contorted with pleasure. “And all mine now.”

“Jaxon,” I gasp when he starts moving inside me, slowly and surely, until he fills me up.

The moment he slides deeper, he speeds up and sets my body on fire with sweet pleasure. Raw pleasure ripples over my body in waves, burning its way through every inch of me. It severs my mind from this world and all I’m aware of is him.

Him and the fact that we’re having sex.

How did I get from telling myself that I need to stay far away from this man to this?

As the question hits my mind a knock sounds from somewhere far away.

It takes me a moment to realize that it’s not far away but is coming from the door across from us. Someone is knocking on the door.

“Boss,” calls a deep voice. It sounds like Andrieu.

“Go the fuck away!” Jaxon shouts back.

“Boss, sorry. There’s a call for you. It’s your father. He needs you to take care of something. The same type of thing as last week.”

The information stops Jaxon from moving inside me. But I can also see that hearing the call came from his father shifted his focus from pleasure right to business. There’s something more in his eyes, though. A sort of allegiance. The sort you’d find in a soldier, loyal to a cause, a country, or a person.

For him, his person is his father.

“ Fuck .” A haggard breath leaves his lips and he glances at the door. “I’ll be five minutes.”

Jaxon pulls out of me then stares deep into my eyes, speaking his regret without words.

My lips part to speak, to tell him I’m going upstairs. “I?—”

“We’ll finish this the next time I see you.” He cuts me off in a voice that tells me not to argue with him, then tucks himself back into his shorts.

He casts me one last look before he walks out the door.

As the door clicks shut and I hear his heavy footsteps walking down the hallway I realize I have a new problem. Or rather the amplified version of an old one.

Him.

Jaxon Bortsov has proven to be a bigger problem than I ever, ever anticipated.

Because no matter which lie I tell myself, the truth is I want him.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.