Chapter 149 - 0149: Show Me How Much You Want It (r18+)

Chapter 149: Chapter 0149: Show Me How Much You Want It (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

"Good girl."

His voice emerged as a rasp, a growl, a promise that slithered into my ears and wrapped around my spine, tightening like a noose. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slow, deliberate, teasing, and I felt it like a brand, like a claim, like a mark I would never be able to wash off.

Something in me trembled at the simple weight of those two words... how they made me feel both smaller and more powerful than I’d ever felt in my life.

I hated that two syllables could hold so much sway over me, and yet some traitorous part of me leaned into it, craving more.

"Now open wide... and suck."

His words echoed in my mind, filthy, demanding, obscene, and my mouth watered in response. My eyes locked onto his cock, thick, veined, hard, his hand stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my stomach clench and my thighs drip.

I hated how easily he could do this to me, how a single command could unravel weeks of careful distance I’d tried to keep between us. I had built walls, brick by brick, telling myself I was stronger than this pull toward him, and yet here I was, on my knees, dismantling every one of them without a shred of regret.

I’m definitely going insane, I thought, my chest heaving as air struggled to enter my lungs. Absolute, complete madness.

There was no other explanation for why my body was reacting like this, why every nerve ending was screaming at me to surrender to a man who had just promised to break me.

He had used his mouth on me until I was a weeping, trembling mess on that table, stripping away my pride, my history, and every defense I had spent years building up.

Now, seeing him standing over me... unbuttoned, powerful, his pulse throbbing in the thick vein running up his length, a wild, ravenous need spiked in my gut. I wanted to give it back to him.

I wanted to drive him out of his mind the exact same way he had destroyed mine. I wanted to hear him lose that terrifying, absolute control, to know that I could be the one thing capable of undoing him.

It felt like the only currency worth having in this moment, the only power I had left to claim.

How on earth did he get bigger than the last time I saw him?

Is that even possible?

I glanced up at him, and his dark eyes were watching me, heavy-lidded, curious, with a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

My gaze trailed over his body, over the dark ink that snaked across his defined chest and shoulders, over the sharp ridge of his hipbones, over the way his breath hitched every time my warm exhales fanned against his exposed tip.

My fingers twitched with the desperate need to touch him, to feel the heat radiating off his skin, to map every scar and line of muscle like I was memorizing a language only he could teach me.

There was so much of him I hadn’t yet learned, so many quiet stories written into his skin, and some reckless part of me wanted to trace every single one before the night was through.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it echoing in my ears, drowning out the rest of the world. My body ached, throbbed, burned with the need to please him, to take him, to show him that I wasn’t just some fragile thing to be handled with care, that I could take him... all of him.

I wanted him to understand, in the marrow of his bones, that whatever gentleness he thought I required, I had no interest in it now. I was done being treated like glass. Tonight, I wanted to prove I could be fire instead.

"Jaxx," I breathed, my voice thick and raspy, barely a whisper in the silent room. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

"Don’t I, Bambina?" he countered, his voice a low rumble. "I think I know down to the exact millimeter. I know your heart is about to burst out of your ribs. I know you’re so wet right now you’re leaving a trail on my floor. And I know you’ve been thinking about this mouth on me since the second you walked through that door."

My hands trembled as I tugged at his waistband, the heavy denim giving way, falling past his hips to reveal him fully... hard, thick, ruthless, pulsing with heavy life. A small, helpless sound escaped my throat before I could stop it, and heat rushed to my cheeks at how easily he’d stripped away every ounce of my composure.

"Tasty looking, isn’t it?"

His voice was a dark chuckle, a tease, a dare, and I felt my core throb violently in response. He stroked himself again, his large hand sliding up and down his length, the friction bringing a fresh, clear bead of moisture to the dark head, and I whimpered, my mouth watering, my body aching to take him inside.

"As much as I appreciate the awe in your gaze," he murmured, his voice rough, dark, heavy with an impatience he was trying to hide, "it’s time to take it in your pretty mouth."

"Let me," I begged softly, my hands sliding up his calves to anchor myself against him. "Let me show you. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel."

His hand left his cock, resting heavily on the top of my head, his fingers tangling gently into my hair. The tenderness of that single gesture, amid all the filth and hunger, undid something quiet inside me... a reminder, however brief, that beneath all his ferocity there was still a man capable of softness, and that thought alone made my chest ache with something dangerously close to affection.

I crawled forward, my heart racing, my mind spinning, my entire body humming with a desperate, electric need. My lips brushed against the tip of him, soft and wet, and he jerked violently at the contact, a low, rough groan tearing straight from the depths of his chest.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, stroking him twice, feeling the scorching heat of him, the heavy pulse against my palm, the way he twitched eagerly beneath my touch.

Then, slowly, carefully, I parted my lips and took the swollen head into my mouth.

He was big. Ridiculously, impossibly big.

Fuck. How am I supposed to take this monster in my mouth?

The thought terrified me for a split second, but the taste of him... salty, hot, intoxicating, flooded my tongue, and any remaining hesitation dissolved into pure instinct. I pushed forward, flattening my tongue, letting my mouth stretch as I took him deeper, feeling the head brush against the back of my throat.

He hissed through his teeth, his grip in my hair instantly tightening, anchoring me to his hips.

"Fucking hell, Elena..."

His voice was a growl, a praise, a curse, and it sent an electric thrill spiking straight down my spine into my thighs. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight, wet vacuum, pulling back slowly until only the broad tip remained between my lips, then swirled my tongue over the sensitive seam beneath his head, teasing, tormenting, before pushing forward again, taking him as deep as I could manage.

My free hand moved rhythmically up and down the length of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t accommodate, my fingers slick with his pre-cum, matching the fast, needy rhythm of my lips and tongue.

I worked him with everything I had, using the friction, the suction, the heat, consumed by the overwhelming need to break him, to hear him say my name like it was the only word left in his vocabulary.

"Mmmhmm... that’s it, Princess," he groaned, his voice rough, dark, approving, the strain evident in every syllable. "You’re doing fucking great. Suck it."

The praise washed over me, hot and sweet, making my core clench and my thighs tremble against the floor. I moaned around him, the deep vibration of my throat traveling straight through his shaft.

He jerked hard, his hips twitching forward, his grip in my hair tightening as if he were holding on for dear life.

"Fuck, just like that..." he rasped, his eyes shutting tight for a brief moment as a shudder ran through his broad frame. "Wrap those lips tight. Show me how much you want it."

His words were a growl, a command, a promise, and I felt them everywhere... in my skin, in my blood, in the relentless ache between my legs.

"I want all of it, Jaxx," I murmured, pulling back just enough to speak against his slick skin, my warm breath making him shudder before I sealed my lips over him again. "I’m not going anywhere."

I dove forward again, taking him deeper, faster, using my hands and mouth in tandem, determined to please him, to show him that I wasn’t scared of his darkness, that I could handle every raw, possessive inch he gave me and beg for more.

Every gasp he gave me felt like a victory, small and fierce, stacking one on top of another until I could almost believe I held all the power in the room.

His hips twitched rhythmically now, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his broad chest heaving as he stared down at me through half-lidded, dark eyes.

There was something almost vulnerable in his expression, buried beneath the hunger, that made my chest tighten in a way I hadn’t expected.

For a fleeting moment, he didn’t look like the untouchable man who ran his world with an iron grip... he looked like someone who needed this, needed me, as much as I needed him.

"Such a good girl," he growled, his voice rough, dark, possessive, echoing in the quiet space of the room. "Taking me so fucking well... look at you, using that pretty mouth like you were born for it."

I moaned again, the sound wet and muffled around him, my body humming with need, with desire, with the absolute determination to shatter his composure completely.

I wanted him to lose his mind. I wanted him to look at me and know that no one else could ever give him this, that no one else would ever surrender to him like this.

And as I took him deeper, as I felt his thick pulse hammer against my tongue, as I heard the way his breath hitched in ragged, desperate breaks, I knew I was winning.

I was driving him over the edge, and the power of that realization burned through me hotter than any touch he’d given me. It was intoxicating, this strange alchemy of vulnerability and command, and I never wanted it to end.

"Jaxx... tell me you like it," I gasped out, pulling off him for a brief second to look up at him, my lips glistening, my chest heaving. "Tell me I’m yours."

"You’re fucking mine," he growled down at me, his hand cupping the back of my head, pushing me right back down onto him. "Now take it."

His head tilted back, his long, corded throat exposed, his lips parted as a harsh exhale escaped him, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles stood out sharp and defined against his skin.

The sight of him... undone, desperate, barely hanging on by a thread of his own making, made me drip even more, my thighs slick with need, my core throbbing with a fierce, possessive desire.

I moaned around his shaft, the vibration making his hips snap forward reflexively, his fingers digging into my hair. He looked like he was barely holding on, like the heavy wall of his self-control was cracking right down the middle, like he might snap any second, grab me by the waist, and fuck my mouth without an ounce of mercy.

And God... I wanted him to. I craved it, craved the loss of control I’d never seen in him before, craved being the reason for it. I wanted proof, undeniable and raw, that I could bring a man like him to his knees just as easily as he’d brought me to mine.

I pulled back slowly, my lips popping off him with a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the heavy air. I didn’t stop. I began stroking him with both hands, my palms sliding up and down his length, slow, deliberate, teasing every inch of his hot skin.

Then I lowered my head and licked him, starting from the heavy base, dragging my wet tongue all the way up to the swollen tip, tracing the thick veins, feeling the feverish pulse of his blood.

When I reached the top, I swirled my tongue around the head again, lapping up the clear drops that bubbled over.

"Shit..." His voice was a harsh hiss, a broken groan, a dark curse, and I felt his whole body twitch violently beneath my touch. "You’re going to make me lose it, Princess. I’m three seconds away from throwing you over this desk and taking what’s mine."

I raised my head, just enough to look up into his blazing eyes, my lips glistening wet with his taste, my cheeks flushed, my eyes dark with absolute surrender and wild, triumphant lust.

In that moment, I felt more powerful than I ever had in my entire life, as if every ounce of doubt I’d carried into this room had burned away, leaving only certainty in its place.

"That’s exactly what I want, Jaxx," I whispered, my voice dripping with defiance and desire. "Ruin me."