Relentless Sinner

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Gabriella

Jaxon and I slide into the back of the Maybach waiting to take us home.

We have the same driver who brought me here with Eve.

As we take off down the drive I glance back at the beautiful building. A chill races through me when I see my father standing outside watching us drive away.

“Let him look,” Jaxon mutters. “That’s all he can do. Nothing more.”

I think he’s right. But only for now. Dad didn’t seem as worked up as he did last time. He seemed surer of himself and almost confident. Which is not good.

Jaxon rests his hand over mine on my thigh and gives it a squeeze. “Stop thinking about him. You’re with me now.”

The car sails through the tall iron gates and then we’re on the main road traveling home.

I glance across at Jaxon, taking in the outline of his face in the dim light. He caresses my knuckles, massaging them lightly before sliding down to my thigh.

He does the same stroking movement there, then up he goes until he reaches the slit of my dress. My breath catches and my lungs burn as his hand slips beneath. Then his warm fingers flutter over my panties, pulling moisture from my core.

His mouth is at my ear and his hot breath whispers over my skin. “Spread your legs for me.” His words drift into my mind like a dirty lullaby.

Mischief darkens his eyes as he glances at the driver, checking he didn’t hear. He didn’t. At least I think so.

Regardless, I don’t care. Whatever has possessed my mind tonight is only focused on wanting Jaxon to touch me everywhere.

I spread my legs and he slips a finger under the lace of my panties and right into my pussy. Torturous heat burns across my skin. And just like that I lose myself and all control of my body.

Jaxon has got me under his spell with just this simple, sensual touch. He strokes my clit and knows exactly how to keep my body under his command. It feels so good that the angst from speaking to my father eases from my mind, falling away like raindrops.

Remembering that we’re not alone and this is not the time or place for Jaxon to be fingering me, I try to stifle a moan.

I fail. And I swear the driver heard it.

Feeling embarrassed, I grab Jaxon’s hand, look at him, and shake my head. But all he does is give me his trademark grin that’s filled with malice, showing me he has no intention of stopping.

My lips part in protest but the words don’t come. They’re sucked away into my mind when his lips crash onto mine.

Jaxon kisses the same way he does everything else— perfectly . This kiss reaches past my lips and pierces through the deep layers of my being.

It’s glorious and breathless and feels like food for my soul. My body constricts from the rawness of pleasure pulsing through my veins and I savor it.

When he pulls back from my lips the look on his face is almost feral. I’ve seen that look before. Last night.

That’s how he looked while we were in the hot tub before he picked me up and carried me into the room to fuck me.

He looks like there’s no turning back and he’s going to devour me but he pulls his finger out of my pussy and looks toward the driver.

For a moment I think he’s come to his senses. I realize he’s doing something else when he says something to the driver in Russian. I have no idea what he said but I decipher a few words like ‘stop’, ‘Uber’, and ‘I’ll drive’.

The driver glances back at him with concern and sounds like he’s insisting on something. I pick up the Russian word for danger— opasnost'.

Jaxon speaks to him in a firmer tone and the driver passes him a Glock. A shudder races through me. The last gun I saw was Dad’s. Aimed at me.

On seeing my reaction he grasps my thigh again and caresses my skin to soothe away my fear.

I don’t get to relish the tenderness in his touch because my attention is swept away when the driver suddenly turns off the road. He heads into the dark woods and parks the car behind a thicket of trees. Then he grabs his jacket from the passenger seat and gets out, leaving the keys on the seat.

I watch him, wondering what on earth is going on, until he closes the door and walks away, disappearing down the path.

I turn back to Jaxon when he tightens his grip on my thigh. “What is going on?”

Shadows and moonlight play on his face, filling the smile he gives me with more menace. “Finishing what we started last night.”

The arousal that’s already thick in my throat grows. “Here?”

“Here.” His voice is deep and raw, filled with untamed desire.

I look around. At the mass of thick shadowy trees. A perfect setting for a horror movie. It feels like any moment now a monster could rush out of the woods and attack us.

Jaxon touches my cheek and guides my face back to him. I stare deep into his eyes and realize the monster is already in the car with me. He’s sitting right next to me in the form of the man people call the Beast. And I was already his victim. Helpless to everything about him.

So helpless I have no desire left in me to run from him. Because I want him.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Even more than my freedom.

He inches closer, brushes his lips over mine, then traces my mouth with his thumb. “I need you now, Krasota. I want to bury myself deep inside you and fuck you so hard your sweet little cunt will be begging for more.”

“Jaxon—”

“Shhh.” He presses his thumb to my lips and shakes his head just like he did last night.

My breath stills once more and when he looks up at me with that devastating smile, the lust in his eyes freeze me in place. So does that thing . That wild captivating thing inside him which he used to hook me at hello. It tells me now that he knows my answer will be yes . Jaxon Bortsov knows I have no fight left in me when it comes to resisting him.

He knows I want him.

He silences my mind with another searing kiss that pulls me right back into the ravaging arms of desire. I moan from the sheer possession, allowing his spell to take over my mind again.

Jaxon slides the zipper down on the side of my dress and the fabric falls away. It has a built-in bra, so my bare breasts fall out, completely exposed to the air.

Then his hands are on them, his thumbs rolling over my tight, taut nipples. He leans down and licks both nipples before closing his mouth over the right.

I whimper and moan out loud from the pleasure, grateful that we’re alone.

Around and around he strokes and sucks, sending streaks of hot pleasure through me.

I’m breathless but still craving more. It’s like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

I want more of him, so when he kisses me again I give myself permission to take more. Take more and forget everything else. All the gritty details about Dad forcing me into a marriage contract and all the reasons why I need to leave.

I clear it all from my mind like sweeping dust under a rug and allow myself to fall into his darkness.

Beyond the bountiful taste of power and dominance in Jaxon’s essence lies that thing people crave when they want to take a walk on the wild side.

It’s like running into the dark wanting to be lost, then waiting for it to swallow you whole so you can get away from reality.

My need for him takes over and I undo the buttons on his shirt then run my hands down his chest, relishing the feel of his muscles beneath my palms.

He pulls out of the kiss with that menacing smile spread across his face and takes off his shirt, then regains control by pushing me back to lie flat on the seat.

The cold leather is a stark contrast to the sexual heat swarming my body but I only feel it momentarily. I’m on fire again the moment he slides off my dress and panties. My heels are the only thing left.

Jaxon lifts my leg and rests it on his shoulder, then gazes down at my naked body with wanton eyes. “These stay on.” He runs his fingers over the silver strap of the heel resting on his shoulder and kisses the top of my foot. “I want them digging into my back while I pound into you.”

I just about manage to catch my breath before he releases my leg and buries his head between my legs.

I gasp when his tongue finds my clit and moan out so loud I feel the sound pouring from my core.

Running his tongue across my clit, he leaves a streak of hot fire that has me arching into his mouth and quivering from every stroke.

“Jaxon…”

“That’s right, keep saying my name until I’m all you can think of.” His voice is low, warm and sexy.

I don’t bother to tell him that he’s already all I think of.

He continues licking my pussy as my fingers weave into his hair, lacing through the silky strands that feel like water flowing between my fingers. His hair is the softest thing on his body. It almost doesn’t feel right to call anything soft on such a hard, brutish man.

He swirls his tongue around my clit again. God, I never want him to stop. He pushes my legs wider and then I’m lost in his relentless sucking and licking that makes my orgasm rise like lava in an active volcano.

Soon it’s too much and the burst of pleasure ravages my nerves and takes me there. I come, screaming his name, unable to fight the raw sensation flowing through me.

Pleasure explodes in every cell of my body, leaving me reeling.

Jaxon licks me clean then lifts himself up to undo his pants. He pushes them down his legs, releasing his cock.

He grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him, and positions my legs around his waist. Then he guides his cock to my entrance and eases inside me.

My breath goes short from the thickness and magnitude of him, but I take him. I don’t think I’d have a choice not to. This man’s mission is to possess me.

He presses deeper, inching in until he fills me up. Then he begins to fuck me and the world stands still. “You feel so good, Krasota,” he says and we groan together.

My pussy spasms from his relentless thrusts and I feel claimed in every way.

The jolt it gives me is more potent than that one time I tried a joint and thought I could fly off the top of the cathedral. I could have died then, too . I’m glad I didn’t. If only to experience this one moment.

I understand it now. That attraction to darkness.

It’s the same reason Persephone fell for Hades and Beauty for the Beast. Both women fell for their villains before they saw their hearts.

It’s because they were alive when they were with them.

Jaxon fucks me harder, every thrust of his cock forcing more pleasure into me, and I dig my heels into his back as I come again.

He hammers into me faster and I don’t stop coming. I can barely breathe. Then it’s like we both phase out of time and all I feel are his consuming thrusts.

It’s not until he grabs my hips tighter and his cock pulses inside me that I come back. And I come again.

He growls his own finish as his cum fills me, hot, vicious and virile, just like him.

His pumps slow to a stop and he releases me. Then he leans forward to rest against me, our bodies covered with sweat.

He brushes his forehead against mine and catches my face. “More. I need more. Give yourself to me, Krasota.”

Those words grip me in place, keeping me under his control. I know I’ve lost my mind. But tonight I don’t want to find my senses.

“Yes,” I answer.

Jaxon’s devilish smile tells me I’m right where he wants me and I won’t be leaving until he lets me go.