Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“You make the prettiest fucking noises,” Axel praises, and I flush under his attention. I can’t stop the string of moans and whines coming from my mouth, my blood thrumming with bliss. “Let me see how gorgeous you look when you come, angel. Give it to me.”
I shatter, screaming his name as pleasure overtakes me. He groans, following me over the edge and spilling his release into my hand. I cling to him, seeing stars as waves of bliss overwhelm me until I can finally catch my breath again. Axel pulls back just enough to kiss me, soft and sweet.
My mind is still spinning as he washes me off, cleaning us both up and spending time untangling my hair with shampoo that smells like him, masculine and dark.
I can barely keep myself upright as he turns off the water and grabs us towels, but thankfully I don’t need to walk anywhere. He wraps me up in a fluffy towel then scoops me into his arms, walking us back to his bedroom. I want to stay awake to snoop about and inspect his space out of curiosity, but I can barely keep my eyes open long enough for him to pull one of his t-shirts over my head.
I sigh happily as I lie back in his bed, eyes already closing as he tucks me in.
“Get some rest, angel,” he murmurs, stroking my wet hair away from my face.
I hear the rustling of fabric as he gets dressed, and within seconds I’m slipping into a much-needed sleep. The last thing I think before my dreams consume me is that maybe this isn’t the death sentence I thought it was. Maybe this is the chance at freedom I’ve always longed for.
3
AXEL
Ava falls asleep in seconds, curled up wearing nothing but my t-shirt, which is so big on her it looks like a dress. The sight is too fucking good to tear my eyes away from, and for a long moment, I just stand there taking her in. Her chest rises and falls with slow, rhythmic breaths, her expression relaxed for the first time since she arrived.
The mere thought of what she’s been through makes my hands clench into fists at my sides. I checked every inch of her body in the shower, and aside from a few shallow scrapes and grazes, she seems physically unharmed. But even those small marks are unacceptable. Not to mention the dirt and torn clothes she was in. What sort of conditions was her monster of a father keeping her in?
One thing’s for fucking sure…
Ava will never be treated as anything less than the goddamn angel she is ever again.
The chiming of my phone breaks me from my thoughts. I’ve dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, having thrown on whatever was closest as Ava fell asleep, and shoved my phone into the pocket on automatic. I can’t go anywhere without it, can’t risk my team not being able to reach me or vice versa. We always wear earpieces when we go out on jobs, but when we’re not out shedding blood, everyone knows they have to keep their phones on and close to them at all times. If something happens and we can’t reach each other, it could be life or death.
It’s only that knowledge that has me opening my phone to read the message.
Nick: sorry to interrupt but we have urgent info, Boss.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath, careful not to make too much noise to wake up the girl in my bed. It takes all the effort I possess to drag my eyes away from her and leave the room.
I nearly smack right into my second-in-command as I exit my bedroom.
“What the fuck are you lurking outside my room for?” I snap at him and yank the door closed behind me, far too possessive to let him get a glimpse at my girl when she’s vulnerable.
My girl. That’s what she is now.
“I was gonna come get you, but then I heard her scream your name and thought better of it since I quite like keeping my limbs intact,” Nick says, holding his hands up in surrender when I scowl at him. “Hey, no judgment here, man.”
I grind my teeth together but have to admit I’m glad he didn’t barge in like he usually does. He’s right, I’d have had to gouge his eyes out if he’d seen Ava like that.
“What’s this urgent news you need to tell me?” I say darkly, getting this conversation back on track.
Nick’s back straightens, and his features harden into the dangerous mask he always wears when we’re working. It’s hard to imagine anyone being scared of him until you see him like this. “We found more on her while you two were…”—he waves his hand in the air and grimaces, obviously unsure of how to word it—“...getting cleaned up. Anyway, there’s more to this shit show than just her asshole dad using her like currency.”