Chapter 226 - 0226: Are You Shy, Princess? (r18+)

Chapter 226: Chapter 0226: Are You Shy, Princess? (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

Then he pouted... actually pouted, like a child.

His lower lip jutted out, his brows furrowing just slightly, his hand stilling between my legs. "But my little guy..." He shifted his hips, and oh God, I could feel him... hard, thick, pressing against my thigh. "...is also complaining." His voice carried a whine, exaggerated, mocking, but his eyes... those eyes, burned dark with need. "Mummy hasn’t been treating him right."

My brain short-circuited.

"M... mummy?!" I choked out, my voice squeaking. "Who’s your mummy, you pervert?!"

His grin spread slow and wicked, like I’d just handed him something precious. "You are," he said, matter-of-fact, his fingers shifting inside me, making my breath stutter mid-outrage. "You’re mummy to my little princess down here," his thumb circled my clit, "and mummy to my little guy right here." He pressed his cock harder against my thigh. "It’s a full-time position, Bambina. I’m afraid there’s no quitting."

"There is absolutely a quitting! There is a resignation letter, and I’m writing it the second you let me out of this bed..."

"Denied," he said, rolling his hips and dragging his length through my wetness, and whatever the next word on my tongue was, it died. Completely. Died.

"Jaxx!" I gasped, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging in. "You... you can’t!"

"Can’t what?" He rocked his hips again, his cock sliding against me, so close to where I needed him. "Take care of all my girls?" His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out, and I cried out, my body trembling. "You want me to neglect them, Bambina?" His voice dropped into a growl now, possessive, dark. "You want Daddy to be unfair?"

"You’re not my... you are not my anything, you... you absolute menace..."

"The woman currently soaking my hand and my sheets says otherwise," he purred, and I wanted to die of mortification, because he was right, and we both knew it.

"Your hand is the problem! Not me!"

"Mm. My hand. My fingers. My mouth. My cock." Each word came punctuated with a roll of his hips, and my body arched with every one of them, betraying me completely. "All mine, Elena. That’s the theme of the morning. Do keep up."

I couldn’t think straight anymore. Every coherent thought scattered the moment he touched me, replaced by a desperate, humiliating need that only he could satisfy. I hated how easily he dismantled me, how a single look from him could undo years of careful composure, how my body kept choosing him over my pride every single time.

His cock rubbed against my entrance again, and I moaned, my head falling back, my body begging for more, shameless and wanting despite every protest still lodged in my throat.

"Or" ...his lips brushed my ear, his breath hot, "do you just like watching me suffer?"

I whimpered, my hips lifting, my body aching for him. "You’re insane!"

"And you love it," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe before he sucked it between his lips, hard.

I did.

God help me, I did.

His fingers worked me faster, his cock rubbing against me in slow, maddening strokes, and I felt how wet I was, how ready, how utterly undone. My body belonged to him now, responding to every touch, every word, every filthy, possessive thing he said, and some traitorous part of me never wanted it any other way. It terrified me, how natural this surrender felt, how little of myself I seemed to want back.

"Say it, mummy," he murmured against my throat, his voice wrecked and playful at once. "Say the little guy can come out and play."

"You are disgusting, Jaxx Moretti, you are unhinged, you are..."

"That’s not a no," he observed, dragging his cock through my folds, the head catching on my entrance, and I whined, high and shameless, my hips chasing him. "That’s very much not a no, princess."

"Look at you," he groaned, his lips trailing down my neck. "So fucking wet for me. So needy." His thumb pressed harder on my clit, his fingers curling inside me, and I shattered again, my body locking up, my cry muffled against his shoulder.

He didn’t stop.

He kept touching me, kept teasing me, his cock still rubbing against me, so close to slipping inside, and I hated how much I wanted him to just do it already, to stop toying with me and claim me completely. The ache had become unbearable, a hollow, desperate thing clawing up from somewhere deep inside me, somewhere I didn’t entirely recognize.

"Jaxx... please!" I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. For him to stop. For him to fuck me. For him to never let me go.

"See?" he said, smug as sin. "There’s mummy’s honest voice."

He chuckled, dark and satisfied, his lips pressing to mine in a slow, filthy kiss. "That’s it, princess," he murmured against my lips. "Let Daddy take care of all of you."

I was drowning.

Drowning in him, in the way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, the way he made me feel like I was his, like I was everything, like nothing else in the world mattered beyond this bed and his hands and his voice. There was no fighting it anymore, no pretending I wanted to.

And then... then he stopped.

His fingers slid out of me, his cock pulling back just enough to make me whine in protest. I blinked up at him, dazed, breathless, my body aching, suddenly and painfully empty.

He grinned... like actually grinned, like he hadn’t just ruined me.

Like he wasn’t still hard against my thigh, like he wasn’t still looking at me as though he wanted to devour me whole.

"Jaxx..." My voice broke into a whimper. "What the heck is wrong with you?!"

The audacity.

The absolute, unhinged, infuriating audacity of this man.

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open, my chest heaving, my body still trembling from the way his fingers had just ruined me. His cock remained pressed against my thigh, hard and thick and demanding, his dark eyes glinting with something caught between amusement and pure, unadulterated sin.

And he had the nerve... the sheer nerve, to look at me like I was the one being unreasonable.

"What’s wrong with me?" He squinted, his brows furrowing just slightly, his voice dripping with fake innocence. "Nothing, baby. I’m perfectly fine." He grinned, slow and wicked, as if he hadn’t just wrecked me with his mouth, his fingers, his words. "But thanks for worrying about me, princess."

I gaped at him, because what? Since when had he become like this?

Yes, Jaxx had always been infuriating. Yes, he’d always been possessive, dominant, the kind of man who took what he wanted and dared you to stop him. But this? This level of unhinged, shameless, filthy confidence?

This was new.

This was dangerous.

This was... I snapped.

My right hand flew up before I could even think, my palm connecting with his cheek in a sharp, satisfying crack. The sound echoed through the room, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body still aching for him even as fury burned through me in equal measure.

But did he flinch?

Did he react?

No.

The idiot... the absolute, maddening idiot, only grinned harder.

His head tilted just slightly, his dark eyes flashing with something feral, something hungry. The red imprint of my hand bloomed across his cheek, but he didn’t even seem to notice. He simply stared at me, his smirk deepening, his cock twitching against my thigh as though my anger only turned him on more.

"Ooh," he said, pressing his cheek into my palm like a cat demanding more affection. "Mummy’s got hands today. I like her already."

I frowned, my anger building, my chest tightening. "Get off me," I hissed, my voice shaking with rage, with need, with everything tangled together at once. "This instant, you... you nuisance! You unruly, wild animal! You... you goat! You scorpion! You...!"

I was rambling, I knew I was rambling, but I couldn’t stop. The words poured out of me in a fog of fury and frustration and lust, because God, even now, even furious, my body still ached for him, still needed him, still betrayed me at every turn.

Some distant, rational corner of my mind marveled at how quickly he could reduce me to this... a trembling, cursing, desperate mess, undone by nothing more than his hands and his filthy mouth.

"You insufferable...!"

And then, he moved.

One second he lingered there, grinning at me like the devil himself; the next, his hips rolled, his cock pushing into me in one hard, deep thrust.

And oh my God.

I gasped, my words dying in my throat, my mouth hanging open on the insult I’d been about to hurl at him. My body locked, my back arching off the bed, my fingers digging into his biceps as he filled me, stretched me, owned me completely.

So full.

So stuffed.

So his.

A broken sound tore from my throat, something between a moan and a cry, my nails biting into his skin hard enough to leave marks.

My head fell back, my neck exposed, my body trembling as pleasure exploded through me, sharp and intense and overwhelming, drowning out every last trace of my anger.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I could feel every inch of him, thick and hard and perfect, hitting deep, filling me in a way that made my vision white out entirely. My thighs shook, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, my body clenching around him like it never wanted to let go, like it had been waiting for exactly this all along.

And then he locked eyes with me.

His dark gaze burned into mine, possessive, hungry, his lips curling into that stupid, infuriating smirk I both hated and craved in equal measure.

"You could’ve just begged nicely for it," he murmured, his voice rough, dark, dripping with amusement. His hips rolled again, his cock dragging against that spot inside me that made my toes curl. "Instead of beating around the bush."

Another thrust. Deeper. Harder.

My fingers dug into his arms, my body arching into his, my mind spinning into incoherence.

"Are you shy, princess?" His voice dropped into a growl, his breath hot against my ear, his cock pounding into me like he owned me. Like I was his. Like I had always been his, and some stubborn, traitorous part of me had known it all along.