Chapter 227 - 0227: Challenge Accepted, Princess (r18+)

Chapter 227: Chapter 0227: Challenge Accepted, Princess (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

I stared at him.

At this hot, infuriating, stupid man.

At the way his dark eyes burned into mine, his smirk so smug, so knowing, like he had already won. Like he knew I was his, even when I wanted to scream, even when I wanted to fight him with everything I had left. His body pressed against mine, his cock buried deep inside me, stretching me, filling me, owning me in a way that made my toes curl and my breath hitch in my throat.

His muscles flexed beneath my fingers, his skin hot to the touch, his scent wrapping around me like a promise, like a drug I couldn’t quit no matter how hard I tried. Every nerve in my body seemed tuned to him, to the weight of him, to the maddening rhythm he set and refused to rush.

And I hated it.

I hated how much I wanted him.

How much I needed him.

How much he knew it, and how much he reveled in knowing it.

A growl built in my chest, raw and frustrated, and before I could think, before I could let my brain catch up to the way my body ached for him, I moved. Some stubborn, reckless part of me refused to lie there and simply take what he gave. I wanted to give back, to prove I could unravel him just as easily.

My hands shot up, gripping his face, my fingers tangling in his hair as I yanked him down. My legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, my heels digging into his ass like I could brand him there. Then I slammed my mouth against his.

He stiffened.

Just for a second.

Just long enough for me to know he hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected me to make the first move, to take what I wanted, to demand it from him instead of waiting to be given. For a man who always seemed three steps ahead, that flicker of surprise tasted like victory.

That realization made me feral.

My lips crashed against his, hard, punishing, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip before my tongue swept into his mouth, claiming him, tasting him. He groaned, low and rough, his hands flying to my hips, gripping me like he feared I’d vanish if he loosened his hold. Like he needed me just as much as I needed him, and the thought sent a thrill through my chest, fierce and warm, chasing away whatever shame tried to creep in.

I pulled back only far enough to breathe, my lips brushing his, my voice a dark, desperate whisper.

"Fuck me, Jaxx."

His eyes darkened, his breath hitching.

"Before I kill you."

A slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips. "Your wish," he growled, his voice a dark purr against mine, "is my command, my Queen."

Then he moved.

His hips slammed into mine, his cock pounding into me with a force that stole my breath, that arched my back clean off the bed, that tore a broken cry from my throat. God, he was deep... so fucking deep, stretching me, filling me, ruining me in the best possible way. My mind went white, thought dissolving into pure sensation, every worry I carried outside this room burning away in the heat of him.

"Fuck...!" The word came out a gasp, a moan, a prayer, my nails scratching down his back, digging in, marking him, claiming him in return.

He groaned, the sound rough and feral, his voice a dark growl. "I like that, mama." His hips rolled again, his cock hitting that spot inside me that whited out my vision entirely. "Do it again."

I did.

My nails raked down his skin, hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to make him hiss, his body tensing above mine with something between pain and pleasure. His thrusts turned rougher, deeper, his cock slamming into me like he was punishing me, like he was rewarding me, like he couldn’t decide which one he wanted more and didn’t care to choose.

His kisses turned rougher, too.

His lips crashed against mine, his teeth nipping, his tongue demanding entrance and getting it. He kissed me like he wanted to consume me, like he wanted to breathe me in, like he couldn’t get enough no matter how much he took. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me whimper against his mouth.

I clung to him, my body aching, my mind spinning, my moans spilling into his mouth, into the air between us, desperate and needy and unmistakably his. For a moment I forgot every reason I had to resist him, every argument I’d built against this exact kind of surrender.

Then he flipped us.

One second I lay beneath him, the next I found myself on my side, my leg hooked over his hip, his hand gripping my ass, spreading me open. The new angle stole my breath, my gasp catching as his cock slid even deeper, hitting places I hadn’t known existed, new sensations unraveling me thread by thread.

"Jaxx...!" His name spilled from my lips, broken, breathless, a plea I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried.

He looked at me.

Really looked at me.

His dark eyes burned into mine, possessive, hungry, like he was memorizing the way I fell apart for him, like he intended to keep that image forever. Like he was savoring every second of it. Something in that gaze felt almost unbearably intimate, more exposing than the act itself.

Then his hand cupped my face. His touch was gentle - so fucking gentle it nearly broke something open in my chest.

His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, his fingers tangling in my hair, his lips pressing to mine in a kiss that was soft, almost reverent, like I was something precious, something worth protecting. The tenderness undid me more than any rough touch ever could, cracking through defenses I didn’t know I still had.

But there was nothing gentle about his thrusts.

Nothing at all.

His hips slammed into mine, his cock pounding into me with a force that jerked my whole body, that pulled louder moans from my throat, that made my fingers dig into his skin for purchase. He stretched me, filled me, owned me, each thrust driving deep, deep, deeper still.

"Fuck... Jaxx...!" My voice broke apart, my body trembling, my nails scratching at his back, his shoulders, anywhere within reach. I clung to him, my legs locking around him, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps that matched the rhythm of his hips.

He groaned, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point before he sucked, hard enough to mark me. "That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice rough, dark, filthy with want. "Let me hear you."

His hand slid down, gripping my hip, his fingers digging in as he pulled me onto his cock, deeper, harder, his thrusts relentless and unyielding.

And my moans grew louder by the minute, spilling out of me without permission.

A broken, desperate, needy sound filled the room, filled the air between us, filled him completely. Because he was doing this to me. He was unraveling my mind thread by thread.

And I never wanted it to stop. Some distant, rational part of me noted how thoroughly he’d dismantled every wall I’d built, but in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

The air between us grew thick with the scent of sweat and sin, the sheets tangled around our bodies like chains binding us together in this moment of raw, unfiltered need. Jaxx’s cock stayed buried deep inside me, his thrusts slow and deliberate now, each one finding that spot that curled my toes and caught my breath.

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like he feared I’d disappear, like he needed to brand me with his touch alone. His dark eyes burned into mine, possessive and hungry, his lips parted as he groaned, the sound rough and filthy, sending shivers down my spine.

But I was done letting him lead.

Done letting him control this.

Done letting him think he alone held the power to ruin someone.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at my lips, my body humming with the kind of power that came only from knowing exactly what I wanted and knowing I was about to take it without asking. If he thought he could claim every inch of control in this bed, he had another thing coming.

In one swift, fluid motion, I flipped us.

My hands pressed against his chest, my body twisting as I rolled us over, straddling him before he could even react. His eyes widened for just a second... shock, surprise, lust, all three tangled together, before that dark, smug smirk spread across his lips again, his gaze burning into mine with something feral.

’Challenge accepted, princess.’

I didn’t give him time to think.

I didn’t give him time to move.

My hand wrapped around his cock the instant I slipped it out of me, slick with me, thick and hard and pulsing in my grip. We both groaned at the contact, the sound raw and needy, filling the room around us. His hips jerked, like his body begged for more, like he couldn’t stand losing me even for a second.

Good.

Let him ache for it.

Let him need it.

Let him beg for it.

My fingers stroked him, up and up, my thumb swirling over the tip, gathering the bead of pre-cum there before dragging it down his length, slow and teasing. His breath hitched, his abs tightening beneath my touch, his cock twitching like it begged for more on its own.

"Fuck, Elena..." His voice came as a growl, rough and desperate, his hands flying to my hips, his fingers digging in.

"Uh-uh." I caught his wrists and pressed them down against the mattress, leaning over him, my hair falling around us like a curtain shutting out the world. "You don’t get to run this. Not this time."

"The Queen gives orders now?" he rasped, his breath going ragged, his control fraying visibly at the edges.

"The Queen gives orders now," I confirmed. "And the King lies there, keeps his hands where they are, and takes what he’s given. Understood?"

His cock jumped in my grip. The sight of it... Jaxx Moretti, brought low by a single sentence, nearly undid me right there on top of him. There was something intoxicating about watching him, a man who commanded entire rooms with a glance, surrender so completely to me.

"Understood," he breathed.

I didn’t answer.

I just smirked, then I bent my head.

My lips parted, my tongue darting out to tease the tip of his cock before I took him into my mouth, deep. His groan came out guttural, his hips bucking off the bed, his grip on my hair tightening like he feared I’d stop. Like he needed this as much as I did, maybe more.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my hand stroking the base of his cock, my lips sealed tight around him. His taste mingled salt and sin, his scent wrapping around me, intoxicating, addictive in a way I refused to examine too closely.

I pulled back when my gag reflex kicked in, my lips dragging along his length before I took him again, deeper, harder, my tongue swirling around the tip with deliberate cruelty. I worked him slow and shameless, drool spilling down his shaft, my hand gliding through it, twisting at the base on every downstroke, my moans humming around him because I was enjoying this, because he was unraveling, and I was the one undoing him stitch by stitch.

"Fuck... fuck..." His voice broke into a growl, his hips jerking, his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Just like that, baby... fuck..."

I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch, his groan deepening, roughening further. His fingers tangled in my hair, his grip tightening, guiding me, controlling me, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel, wanted to make him lose his mind the way he’d made me lose mine only minutes before.

His hips bucked, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth, his groans growing louder, filthier with every stroke.

"Fuck, mama..." His voice came rough, dark, dripping with lust. "You’re really taking good care of your boy."

I smirked around his cock, my eyes flicking up to meet his, my hand still stroking him, my lips still wrapped tight around him.

Then I bit the tip.

Just enough.

Just a tease.

A warning.

His hiss came sharp, his body tensing beneath me, his grip on my hair tightening just enough to sting pleasantly.

"You’ll pay for that, Bambina," he growled, his voice dark, promising retribution, promising pleasure, promising pain in equal measure.

I chuckled, low and dark, pulling back with a slow, deliberate pop, my lips glistening, my gaze locked onto his. His cock stood hard, throbbing, the tip wet from my mouth, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into mine with something close to worship.

I crawled up his body.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Predatory.

My hands pressed into his chest, my nails dragging down his skin, my body hovering over his, my lips brushing his ear as I pinned his hands beside his head, my gaze locked with his unwavering stare.

"Do you think," I purred, my voice dark and dangerous, my breath hot against his skin, "you’re the one in control here, boy?"