Chapter 155 - 0155: I’m Fucked (r18+)

Chapter 155: Chapter 0155: I’m Fucked (r18+)

Elena’s Point of View

"We ain’t done playing."

The air between us was thick, heavy, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks, when the world holds its breath and the electricity hums beneath your skin.

My body still thrummed from last night, every muscle aching in the best possible way, every nerve ending alive with the memory of his touch, his teeth, his cock stretching me beyond what I thought I could take.

Jaxx stood over me, his gaze burning into me like a brand, dark and predatory, his lips curled into that smirk that made my stomach clench and my thighs drip.

"What do you mean?" My voice came out as a whisper, breathy and unstable, my lungs already struggling to keep up as his eyes raked over me... slow, deliberate, possessive.

It felt like he was peeling me open, layer by layer, exposing every secret, every need, every fucking crave I’d ever tried to hide. His fingers flexed at his sides, the veins in his arms standing out as he clenched his fists, like he was barely holding himself back from pouncing on me.

He leaned in, the heat of his body radiating against my skin, his voice a low, dark purr that vibrated through me like a live wire. The scent of him... salt and sweat and sin, filled my nose, making my head spin, my body already responding to him, my nipples tightening, my core clenching. "You wanted to play, Princess?"

His fingers traced a lazy, teasing path down my stomach, light as a feather, but it burned like fire, making my skin prickle with anticipation, my breath hitching as he circled my navel, his touch sending jolts of electricity through me.

My nipples hardened into tight, aching peaks, my thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to ease the ache building between them. "Let’s play."

My pulse spiked, my body already responding to the command in his tone, my core clenching with need, my skin flushing with heat. I could feel myself getting wetter, my thighs slick with arousal, my body already aching for his touch, his cock, his everything.

"Touch yourself," he ordered, his voice rough with desire, dark with promise, the sound sending a shiver down my spine, making my toes curl.

"Show me the way you want to be pleasured."

A shiver ran through me, my fingers trembling as I hesitated, my mind racing with the filthiness of it... him watching me, him seeing me like this, exposed and needy and desperate.

But his gaze was relentless, dark and hungry, making me feel exposed and needed all at once, like I was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he craved, the only thing that could satisfy the hunger in his eyes.

His tongue flicked out, wetting his bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he watched me, waited for me to obey.

"Now, Bambina," he growled, his voice sending a jolt of heat straight to my core, my breath hitching as my fingers finally obeyed, sliding down my stomach, over the dip of my waist, my skin burning beneath my touch.

I could feel his eyes on me, dark and possessive, as my fingers found my clit... swollen, sensitive, aching for touch, dripping with need.

The moment my fingers brushed against myself, a broken moan escaped my lips, my hips rocking into my touch, my body already aching for more, my mind spinning with the filthiness of it, the obscenity of it, the sheer need of it.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice rough with approval, dark with lust, the sound making my pussy clench, my body trembling. "Just like that. Show me how you like it, Princess."

His hand slid down his own body, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me. When you’re thinking of my cock inside you, stretching you, filling you, ruining you."

His words sent a rush of wetness between my thighs, my fingers slipping lower, teasing my entrance, my body already trembling with the need for more. I gasped as I slid one finger inside, my back arching off the bed, my hips rocking into my touch, my mind spinning with the memory of him, of his cock, his touch, his everything.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," he groaned, his voice dark and strained, filled with need, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving mine. "You like that, don’t you? Playing with yourself while I watch? While I see how desperate you are for me? While I see how much you need my cock inside you, stretching you, filling you, fucking you?"

I whimpered, my fingers moving faster, my breath coming in sharp gasps, my body coiling tighter, needing more, needing him.

My other hand reached up, my fingers finding my nipple, pinching, twisting, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me, making me moan, my body writhing beneath his gaze.

"Y-yes..." My voice broke, my mind spinning, my body aching for release, for him, for his cock, his touch, his everything. "God, Jaxx... I need... I need you..."

Suddenly, his hand snapped out, slapping mine away from my pussy. Before I could protest, before I could even breathe, he pinned my wrist above my head, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his body covering mine, hard and hot and fucking perfect.

His other hand slid down my body, his fingers trailing over my skin, his touch burning me, marking me, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at me, at my body, at my need.

"You ain’t doing it right, Princess," he growled, his voice a dark, possessive rumble that sent a thrill spiking through me, making my pussy clench, my body trembling. "Let me teach you."

His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue sweeping in to claim me, to taste me, to own me. His kiss was rough, demanding, his teeth nipping at my lip, his breath hot against my skin.

I moaned into his mouth, my body arching into him, my free hand reaching for him, my fingers tracing the damp skin of his chest, feeling the heat of him, the muscles beneath his skin, the scar beneath my fingertips, the proof of the life he’d lived, the man he was.

His hand slid down my body, his fingers finding my pussy, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me jerk, making me moan into his mouth, my body writhing beneath him.

"Jaxx..." His name was a plea, a prayer, a curse, torn from my lips as his thumb circled my clit, slow and deliberate, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through me, making my body tremble, my mind spin.

His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance, his touch light, maddening, making me ache for more, making me need more. I pushed my hips up, my body begging for his touch, for his fingers, for his cock, for him.

"Please..." I whimpered, my voice breaking, my body trembling, my mind spinning with need.

His fingers finally slid inside me, filling me, stretching me, his touch rough, demanding, his fingers curling, hitting that spot deep inside me that made my vision blur, my toes curl, my mind spin.

I cried out, my body arching as he pumped his fingers inside me, fast and hard, relentless, his thumb still circling my clit, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me, making my body tremble, my mind spin.

"Fuck, you’re so tight, Princess," he growled against my lips, his voice rough with need, dark with lust. "So fucking tight. So fucking wet. So fucking mine."

His mouth left mine, trailing down my body, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked it hard into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making me gasped out loud.

His other hand held my wrist in place above my head, his grip firm, unyielding, his fingers digging into my skin, making me feel trapped, owned, his. His tongue flicked over my nipple, his teeth nibbling, his lips sucking, his mouth claiming me, owning me, ruining me.

I whimpered, my body trembling, my hips rocking into his touch, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my mind spinning with the pleasure, the need, the sheer filthiness of it all.

"J-Jaxx!" His name was a plea, a prayer, a curse, torn from my lips as his fingers pumped inside me, fast and hard, his thumb circling my clit, his mouth on my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, his tongue swirling around it, his lips sucking it hard, making me moan, my body writhing beneath him, my back arching off the bed, pushing my breast further into his mouth, needing more, needing his touch, his teeth, his everything. "God, yes... Just like that... Fuck..."

His free hand slid down my body, his fingers finding my other nipple, pinching, twisting, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me, making me gasp, my body trembling, my mind spinning.

His fingers inside me curled, hitting that spot deep inside me, the one that made my vision blur, my toes curl, my body tremble with need.

His thumb circled my clit, fast and hard, his touch rough, demanding, making me ache for more, making me need more, making me beg for more. "That’s it, Princess," he growled, his voice dark and approving, filled with lust, his mouth still on my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, his tongue swirling around it. "Take my fingers. Take my touch. Take me."

My free hand reached for him, my fingers tracing the damp skin of his chest, feeling the heat of him, the muscles beneath his skin, before slipping into his sweatpants.

His cock was hard, thick, pulsing beneath my touch. I stroked him, my fingers wrapping around his length, my thumb swiping over the pre-cum beading at the tip. "D-Don’t start what you can’t finish, Bambina," he warned, his voice rough with need, dark with promise.

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My fingers moved faster, stroking him in time with his thrusts inside me, my body tightening, coiling, aching for release. "F-Fuck..."

His voice was a growl, his hips jerking into my touch as his fingers drove me closer to the edge, higher, harder, faster.

His fingers pumped inside me, fast and hard, his thumb circling my clit, his mouth on my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, his tongue swirling around it, his lips sucking it hard.

I whimpered, my body trembling, my hips rocking into his touch, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my mind spinning with the pleasure, the need, the sheer filthiness of it all.

I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter, hotter, more insistent, my body trembling, my breath coming in sharp gasps, my moans filling the room, raw and broken and needy.

"Come for me, Princess," he commanded, his voice a growl, a demand, his fingers pumping inside me, fast and hard, his thumb circling my clit, his mouth on my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple. "Come for me now. I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want to feel you come apart for me. I want to hear you scream my name."

And then... I shattered.

My body convulsed, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my cry raw and broken as it tore from my throat, my back arching off the bed, my hips rocking into his touch, my pussy clenching around his fingers, milking them, begging for more, for him, for his cock, his everything.

"G-Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, dark with approval, as I came down from the high, my body trembling, my breath ragged, my mind spinning.

But he wasn’t done.

And fuck, I didn’t want him to be.

His fingers slid out of me, slow and deliberate, his touch making me whimper, my body still trembling, my pussy still clenching around nothing, my mind still spinning with the pleasure, the need, the sheer filthiness of it all.

His mouth left my breast with a wet pop, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at me, at my body, at my need. His hand slid down my body, his fingers trailing over my skin, his touch burning me, marking me, his eyes never leaving mine as he brought his fingers... the ones that had just been inside me, to his lips, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he licked them clean, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of me, the taste of my need, my desire, my everything.

The air was still thick with the scent of sex and sweat, my body humming with the aftershocks of what Jaxx had just done to me. My limbs felt like jelly, my skin still tingling from his touch, my core throbbing with the memory of his fingers, his mouth, his everything.

I watched, breathless, as he stood up from the bed, his muscles rippling with every movement, his cock still hard, still needy, still his.

He brought his fingers... the ones that had just been inside me, to his lips, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he licked them clean, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of me, the taste of my need, my desire, my everything.

"Wait here for me, Bambina," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine, making my pussy clench, my body trembling. "Be a good girl. I’ll be right back."

I nodded dumbly, my mind still foggy with pleasure, my body still aching for more, my eyes following him as he turned and walked away, his ass flexing with every step, his sweatpants doing nothing to hide the way his cock was still hard, still needy, still his.

But as soon as he disappeared from view, reality came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

What the hell have I done?

This was supposed to be a one-time thing. A mistake. A moment of weakness I could blame on anger and liquor and the need to erase Graham from my system.

But now? Now it felt like something more. Something dangerous. Something I couldn’t let happen again.

I sat up, my heart pounding as I glanced around the room. My ruined dress lay in tatters by the floor-to-ceiling window, a stark reminder of how thoroughly Jaxx had claimed me. Fuck. That asshole couldn’t even be patient.

He’d torn it off me like it was nothing, like I was nothing but his to take, his to ruin. The memory of his hands on me, his mouth on me, his cock inside me, it all came rushing back, making my body ache, my core clench, my mind spin.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my body protesting with every movement, my thighs slick with arousal, my skin still tingling from his touch. My shoes were scattered across the floor, one near the doorway, the other halfway across the room.

I grabbed them, my fingers trembling as I slipped them on, my mind racing, my heart pounding. I couldn’t stay. I had to leave. Before he came back. Before I lost what little sense I had left.

I spotted the shirt he’d mentioned earlier... his shirt draped over the back of a chair by the doorway. My dress was ruined, so I had no choice. I grabbed it, pulling it over my head, the fabric swallowing me whole, smelling like him... leather and spice and sin.

It made my stomach clench, my traitorous body reacting to his scent like a fucking Pavlovian response, my core clenching, my nipples hardening, my mind spinning with the memory of him, of his touch, his teeth, his cock.

I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, my fingers trembling, my heart hammering against my ribs.

It wouldn’t budge.

I tried again, my fingers slipping on the smooth metal, my pulse spiking as panic set in. No. That couldn’t be right. I jiggled it harder, my breath coming in sharp gasps, my mind racing, my heart pounding. "No, no, no."

"I thought I told you to be a good girl, huh, Princess?"

His voice cut through the air like a blade, low and dark and amused, sending a shiver down my spine, making my pussy clench, my body trembling. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I dared to turn around.

Jaxx leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, that smirk on his lips as he watched me, his eyes dark and hungry, his gaze burning into me like a brand.

His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the fabric doing nothing to hide the way his cock was already hardening again, thick and long and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum, the sight making my mouth water, my core clench, my mind spin. But it wasn’t his body that made my stomach drop.

It was the remote in his hand.

The one he must have used to lock the door.

My eyes widened, my heart hammering against my ribs as the realization hit me like a punch to the gut, my breath catching in my throat, my body trembling, my mind spinning.

"I’m..." My voice came out as a whisper, my throat suddenly dry, my body still aching, still needing, still his. "I’m fucked."