Chapter 3.

After freshening up, Hazel opted for the staircase instead of the elevator, even though it felt like climbing a skyscraper. She would rather deal with aching legs than be trapped in that suffocating metal box again.

As she reached the bottom, still trying to catch her breath, she spotted a line of maids carrying trays of food. Her stomach growled in response. She followed them, assuming they were headed toward the dining hall.

The moment she stepped inside, she froze.

Her breath hitched as she took in the grandeur before her-glass walls, gold-accented furniture, and a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a royal palace. Every inch of Axel's home screamed luxury.

"You really need to get a escalator. Hazel muttered, exhaling roughly as she walked in to find Axel already eating.

He raised his gaze to meet hers, but his attention immediately dipped lower-to the sliver of skin peeking between her crop top and distressed shorts. His eyes lingered on her curves, his fingers tightening subtly around his glass before he lifted it to take a slow sip.

"Anything for you, baby gi-"

"Momma!" she cut him off before he could finish, realizing too late that she had reacted on impulse.

Axel smirked. "Pretence would be the end of you, momma. You enjoy hearing me call you that, don't you?"

Hazel rolled her eyes and ignored him, instead focusing on the food before her. She dished herself a portion and dug in, savoring the flavors in silence.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the clinking of cutlery.

Then, her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen and immediately smiled-it was Armstrong.

Axel's eyes flickered at her reaction, his grip tightening around his fork. He hadn't seen that kind of smile from her before, at least not in his presence. His jaw tensed.

"Hello, babe." Armstrong's voice came through the speaker, soft and affectionate.

Hazel giggled slightly and sipped her juice, trying to wash down the bite stuck in her throat. But she suddenly felt conscious, knowing Axel was watching.

"Excuse me," she mumbled, attempting to stand, but Axel's sharp glare pinned her in place.

"Where are you going?" His voice was low, firm-commanding.

Hazel swallowed hard.

"Hello?" Armstrong's voice came again, laced with concern.

"Sit," Axel ordered.

It wasn't a request. It was an order. One she most certainly would comply with.

Hazel knew better than to test him when he used that tone. Years of childhood with him had earned her a vast knowledge about him. Without another word, she sank back into her seat, gripping her phone tightly.

"Hey," she said softly into the phone, trying to sound unaffected.

Axel clenched his jaw at the way she spoke to him-so gentle, so unlike the way she spoke to him.

"What's happening over there? Are you in Washington already? Are you okay?" Armstrong asked.

Hazel exhaled. "You're asking too many questions at once," she teased, trying to ease the tension.

"It's okay, start from anywhere."

"I'm in Washington and I am okay. But I won't be able to see you until tomorrow," she explained, choosing her words carefully. "My dad insists I stay with a close relative."

Axel's eyes darkened at that.

Armstrong inhaled deeply, clearly disappointed, but he didn't argue.

"I'm sorry," Hazel whispered.

"It's okay," he sighed. "We'll have school hours to ourselves."

"Yes, exactly," she smiled, relieved. "I'll call you later tonight, okay?"

"Okay, baby. I love you."

Axel's fork stilled. His fingers curled into a fist.

Hazel hesitated. She knew Armstrong was the jealous type, and if she didn't respond, it would only create problems. But she also knew Axel, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her.

"I love you too," she said softly before ending the call.

A long, heavy silence followed.

"Who was that?" Axel finally asked, his eyes still on his plate as he took another bite-too casual, too unaffected. But Hazel wasn't fooled.

"It's none of your business," she snapped, pushing her plate away slightly.

Axel's expression remained unreadable, but his voice dropped a dangerous octave.

"I have every right to ask. You're in my house, which makes it my business to watch over you."

Hazel huffed, crossing her arms. "Who else would I be saying 'I love you' to?"

Axel smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Girls are unpredictable these days. For all I know, you could be experimenting with lesbianism."

Hazel nearly choked on her juice. "I'm not a lesbian, Axel. I was talking to my boyfriend."

Axel's grip on his fork tightened. He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white.

Boyfriend.

That word left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"So you have a boyfriend now?" His tone was unreadable, but Hazel could sense the shift in his mood.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" She raised a brow, challenging him.

Axel scoffed. "How long have you known him?"

Hazel tilted her head slightly. "Roughly two years."

Axel let out a humorless chuckle. "I hope he's hitting the spot really well."

Hazel glared at him. "Everything isn't about sex, Axel."

Axel smirked. "Then what is it about?"

Hazel clenched her fists. "You're impossible."

Axel leaned back lazily. "Your boyfriend must be a saint," he mused. "Because if I had you, I'd never let you go to sleep without reminding you who you belong to."

Hazel's breath hitched.

She hated how raw he was. But even more, she hated how his words made her stomach twist in ways she didn't understand.

"How many times have you both had sex?" Axel asked, his tone deceptively casual.

Hazel's face burned. "That's none of your business!"

Axel tilted his head. "So... none?"

Hazel's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Axel stared at her for a long moment before he exhaled, a slow, satisfied smirk creeping onto his face.

"You're a virgin."

His words weren't a question. They were a statement. A discovery.

Hazel's fingers curled around her fork. "So what if I am?"

Axel didn't respond. He just watched her, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts.

For the first time since she arrived, he was grateful her father had placed her under his care.

Because no other man was going to touch her.

Not before he did.

Later that night, Hazel decided to head upstairs to rest.

But as soon as she saw the long stretch of stairs, she groaned. She was already exhausted, and the idea of climbing all that again made her legs feel weak.

Still, she pushed through. Step by step. Until-

A pair of strong arms suddenly scooped her up.

She gasped, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne as Axel carried her effortlessly in his arms.

"Axel." Her voice came out in a strained gasp. She wanted to protest, but her body betrayed her, melting into the warmth of his embrace.

"You're so feeble, momma," he murmured, his voice husky against her ear. "If you can't even handle these stairs, how are you going to handle my cock, huh?

Hazle's heart slammed against her ribs.

And her mind raced.

His cock? How... how huge could it be?"

Axel's arms tightened around her, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her thigh.

Hazel swallowed hard, jolting from her thoughts.

She hated him.

She hated how easily he got under her skin.

But worst of all...

She hated how much she liked it.

How much she desired more.

Chapter 4.

Axel carried her effortlessly to her room, her small frame pressing against his chest, arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her head rested gently over his heartbeat, and for a moment, he let himself enjoy the warmth of her dearing everything far from holy.

When he reached her bed, he placed her down with a care that contradicted the storm raging inside him. He adjusted the duvet over her body, fingers twitching with restraint. Damn! He was doing everything in his power to not rip her clothes off and grope those heavy tits that were pressing hard against his chest some while ago.

He wanted to kiss her forehead. Then trail those kisses downward, tasting every inch of her until he reached the place he shouldn't be thinking about-sweet, tight pink cunt.

But he clenched his fists and forced himself to step back.

"I am not a baby, Axel. Stop treating me like one," she pouted, shifting her head against the pillow until she was comfortable.

His jaw tightened. That pout. That fucking pout. His fist tightened. She will do a freaking good job with those lips wrapped firmly around his cock.

"Go to bed, baby girl. You need to wake up early." His voice came out rough, edged with something he refused to acknowledge.

She nodded sleepily, adjusting the duvet again. He forced himself to turn around and walk away, each step heavier than the last.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he glanced down at his bulge.

Fuck.

His cock throbbed painfully.

Just the sight of her tiny pout had made him hard.

How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her?

But first, there was something more important.

He needed to find out who the motherfucker stalking her was. Because when he did-when he finally had proof-he wouldn't spare him.

The Next Day

Hazel stepped out of her room, neatly dressed and ready for school.

The grand staircase stretched before her, looking more like a mountain than mere steps. She exhaled and took them slowly. Descending was far easier than ascending.

By the time she reached the dining hall, she felt a wave of relief. Axel wasn't there.

Good. That meant she could enjoy a peaceful morning.

She ate quietly, savoring the silence. But just as she stood to leave, a familiar scent filled her nose, wrapping around her senses before she even saw him.

Cologne.

Her stomach flipped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

She turned her head slightly and found him walking toward her-sophisticated, composed, effortlessly powerful.

He looked different today.

His hair was styled in loose curls, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look even more dangerously attractive. His eyelashes seemed thicker, his sharp eyes almost glowing, and his skin-God, his skin-had a radiance she couldn't quite explain.

Her heart started to race as he closed the distance between them.

Why did she feel like this every time he was near?

Their gazes locked, the air between them shifting.

Her cheeks burned as his eyes traveled over her, lingering on the curves of her hips, sliding down to her legs.

She felt more exposed under his gaze than anywhere else in her life.

She told herself to look away. But she didn't.

Instead, she stared, drinking him in, memorizing the sharpness of his jaw, the way his shirt clung to his body.

She didn't even realize how lost she was until-

"Your hands will do a lot better than your eyes, little one."

His voice was deep, teasing, edged with amusement.

Hazel's stomach did a ridiculous flip, but she ignored it, rolling her eyes at his words.

"Where are you going, dressed so differently?" she asked, her tone dismissive.

His smirk didn't fade. "You don't think I kill people to make money, do you?"

She crossed her arms. "It's as simple as telling me you're heading to work, right?"

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're running late. I assigned a driver to take you in the new BMW outside." His voice was casual, but his next words made her freeze. "It's always been your dream car since you were a baby, so I decided to get one for you."

Her breath hitched.

She hadn't even told him that.

She'd loved BMWs since she was a child, but her father had never bought one for her-he preferred larger, more imposing cars.

Yet Axel remembered.

What was she supposed to think about that?

Emotion clogged her throat, but she swallowed it back.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

But his expression had already shifted back to unreadable. Cold. Distant.

"Get going. This isn't Texas. You'll run late."

And just like that, he walked past her, stepping into his car. Three other cars followed behind him, his usual security detail.

Hazel exhaled.

She'd known him her whole life, and yet, sometimes, she felt like she didn't really know him at all.

*****

Stepping out of the car, Hazel's heart swelled with excitement.

Finally.

The college they had dreamed about for years was no longer just a picture on a screen or an article in a magazine.

Tracy and Armstrong appeared beside her in an instant.

"You took so long," Armstrong murmured, pulling her into a hug.

"I didn't wake up early," she admitted, squeezing him briefly before stepping back. "And I had to eat before leaving the house."

"We're finally here," Tracy whispered, eyes shining.

"We're finally here together," Armstrong added.

Hazel stood at the entrance, her boyfriend's arm around her waist, her best friend beside her.

She should have felt complete.

Armstrong leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She kissed him back, but-

There was no spark.

There never was.

People talked about feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they loved, but Hazel never felt anything.

To her, kissing was just... an act. Nothing more.

"You know what?" Tracy huffed, rolling her eyes. "I think I need to get myself a man!"

Armstrong and Hazel chuckled at her dramatics.

But inside, Hazel felt a strange emptiness she couldn't explain.

***********

The evening dragged on.

Boredom settled into Hazel's bones, and she found herself in the lavish bar of the house.

Her eyes skimmed over the endless rows of bottles before landing on one that looked like juice.

It tasted like juice too-sweet, smooth.

She curled into the couch, turning on her favorite Telemundo show.

Minutes passed.

Then a scene appeared on screen.

A sex scene.

Hazel's fingers clenched around her drink as Will's hands slipped between Rachel's legs, her moans filling the room.

Something tightened inside her.

Her thighs pressed together.

Her mind drifted-unwanted, uninvited-to Axel.

His hands. His fingers. His touch.

Her breath came quicker. What would it feel like to have his hand between her thighs? Just like Will and Rachel?

Heat pooled between her legs, and before she could stop herself, her hand moved to her breast, squeezing softly.

A whimper left her lips. And her head rolled backward.

Then-

"What are you doing, Hazel?"

The deep, rocky voice sent ice through her veins.

Her eyes snapped open.

Axel stood there, watching her.

And the way he was looking at her...

She swallowed, but it was too late.

She had already been caught.

Fuck! Axel's dick was already twitching at the innocent look in her eyes.

He gulped down as he stared at the sexy and round sight of her round breast. He wanted to scream at her and yell at her for being so naughty, but he couldn't even help himself, his voice betrayed him to it. And he desired her graver than the freaking urge to drive a stake to a traitor's heart and rip him open.

He stared down at the position of her hands, her innocent face, the Tv screen then back to drink on the table.

"Fucking goodness momma." Why are you drinking that? He lowered himself to her level, the moment he spot the drink she was drinking, but she only pouted the more.

"What are you doing, give me back my drink." she cried out into a moan, and fuck! his shaft made a quick throb.

"You are drunk, momma. Hold on I will take you to your room." he breathed out softly trying not to stare at her tits. Trying to resist the hold she had on him. But...

"No," Hazel pouted. "I am not drunk, I just want to feel that way." she pointed at Rachel that was panting from the orgasm she had and Axel inhaled slightly.

A muscle in his jaws tightened.

And the urge to bend her over and dick her for straight an hour nagged.

He let out a soft exhale, struggling to hold onto the tiny thread of restrain.

"I am not your boyfriend, little one." He cautioned and made to jerk her up but she made him fall back to her, his face pressing into her heavy tits.

"You were not my boyfriend when you said you were going to fuck my brain back to a reset factory." her voice came out barely above a whisper and it made his dick throb even more.

His eager hands cupped her boobs, mistakenly, and she pressed them harder into her boobs.

Sensation tickled her skin.

"Ummmm...." Hazel let out a soft moan and that was the height of it. It was all it took for him to lose every ounce of restraint.

His breath hitched.

The muscle in his vein tightened, urging him to act.

His hands found her clothes, and he ripped them off her body.

A breathless gasp escaped Hazel's lips as his hands brushed her skin in the process.

Axel's eyes darted and his jaws twitched instinctively at the sight of the heavy round tits that welcomed him.

"Fucking Hell." Axel rasped-running his tongue against his lower lips.

His hand moved closer, cupping them into his palm.

"Goodness momma! These tits are so beautiful."

He didn't give her a chance to reply before lowering his head and wrapping his mouth against her nipples.

Hazel stiffened at the feeling of his hot tongue against her nipple.

Her knees bucked and she sank further in the three-seater.

"Goodness!" She arched. Yelping at the pleasure that kissed her skin.

Her hand tangled against his hair, pulling hard on the stand of his hair-dragging him closer info herself as if he could be any closer.

His tongue ran against her nipples, sucking and bitting gently while savoring her expression.

Hazel's back arched.

"Oh my fucking goodness." she squirmed-whining in the pleasure of his tongue.

Hee pussy throbbed at every suck, desiring more than she could express.

Axel's hand fondled the other boobs. Kneading and sucking on the other.

Goodness! His cock made a gentle throb and he licked against her nipples, groaning at the perkiness.

"Go on baby girl, moan for me." his soft breath caressed her breast and she shuddered, her eyes tightening into a heavy fist.

"Fuck it!" She cried out in pure ecstasy, her body jerking up in pleasure as he rolled his tongue around her nipple.

Her hands fisted against his hair, hard enough like she was going to leave a few small indentations in his head.

Her legs wrapped around his waist while he pushed into her, sucking more and more, his shaft, jerking vigorously in his trouser.

Her body stiffened as his teeth graced her nipple. And something in her stomach tightened.

Axel knew the feeling she was about to have, but he didn't stop, not a bit, instead his hands cupped her breast even more, sucking in more like he had been deprived of breast.

The smell of her Arousal filled him In and heavens....

He wanted to go down to her pussy and lap greedily on her pussy juice. But, he couldn't.

He didn't.

Knowing how she tasted meant owning her forever.

He would never be able to hold himself back from wanting to taste her, from my eating her. From claiming her as his forever.

Hazel's back arched.

Pleasure kissed her skin sending a knot of sensation across her stomach.

She tugged at the chair, trembling underneath him.

"Oh my fucking goodness, Axel. I am going to pee." She cried out helplessly pleasure.

"That's not pee, that squirt, baby girl." he corrected her amidst sucking and she whimpered as her pussy walls tightened really hard, her body jerked in pleasure and her orgasm hit hard at her inner walls.

She let out loud squeals as her body convulsed under the pressure.

"Oh my fucking goodness, Axel." Her cries filled the air.

While her body shook.

Her heart pounded and she gripped the chair, clutching firmly onto it as she squirted all over his stomach trembling from the pleasure that overrode her.

"Excellent, baby girl. Excellent!" Axel remarked, watching her jerk in pleasure.

He got on his feet, staring down at the place she had bathed him.

He let out a satisfactory pur.

"I wish to not wash this baby girl, I wish to just dry it and keep it close to my nose, Just so I can inhale the nice scent of your pussy forever!"

His eye wondered around her helpless quivering body and his cock kicked hard. Wouldn't it be fun to have her writhe underneath him? With his shaft perfectly buried against her hole? This

A letter to his friend. "I am sorry Marco, but this is the beginning of a journey I can not guarantee an end to."

Chapter 5.

The Next Day

Hazel woke up to the cruel embrace of a sharp headache.

Pain pulsed through her skull, pounding in sync with the heavy weight of last night's memories crashing down on her. The events replayed vividly, piercing through her mind like shards of glass.

Her chest tightened, a sharp sting blooming deep within her as though a dagger had been lodged into her heart. She could barely breathe. The ache was unbearable, making every second of last night's events all the more hauntingly clear-etched into her like an inescapable, permanent mark.

Axel.

The way his hands had moved over her skin. The way his tongue had stolen her breath, guiding her into an intoxicating pleasure she had never known.

A shudder crawled up her spine, heat rushing through her body as the memory threatened to consume her again.

Hazel felt cheap.

She had a boyfriend. A good one. Yet, last night, she had shamelessly thrown herself at Axel-and worse, he had denied her at first, yet she had pushed further.

The humiliation burned through her, but what truly unsettled her was the fact that she wasn't drowning in guilt. She should have felt disgusted with herself, but instead, a dark whisper curled around her thoughts...

She wanted more.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shove the filthy longing away.

Hazel hated that she had cheated on her innocent boyfriend. But she hated herself more for not feeling the kind of guilt that should have come with it. Instead, she was fighting an even darker battle-the craving to feel Axel's mouth on her again.

No. No.

This was wrong.

She dragged herself out of bed, her body still humming with unshakable awareness. Rushing into the bathroom, she scrubbed herself clean, as if washing away last night's sins. But nothing-not the scalding water, not the frantic rub of soap against her skin-could erase the fire Axel had ignited.

Minutes later, she dressed swiftly, throwing on a modest outfit before heading to the door. But just as she reached for the handle, her breath caught.

Axel.

He was walking toward her room.

Panic surged through her. Hazel's heart pounded as she backed away, pressing her spine against the door as if that alone could keep him out. Her breaths came in shallow gasps.

A knock.

She bit her lip, willing herself to stay silent.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of retreating footsteps told her he had left. Only then did she let out a shaky exhale.

She waited a few minutes before slipping out, her steps hurried. She couldn't let him see her. No. Statement reframed. She couldn't afford to see him. She would crave more and more until she was nothing but a needy little cheating thing.

Skipping breakfast, she rushed through the exit, sliding into her car just before Axel could come downstairs.

At School

The day dragged painfully, her thoughts held captive by a single tormenting memory-

Axel.

His hands. His mouth.

She could still feel them. She didn't know which was bad. The feeling of guilt that refused to come, or the unspeakable desire and yearning for more of whatever Axel had to offer.

Disgust warred with pleasure. Hazel had tried to drown the thoughts with classwork, but nothing worked. She kept wondering what else Axel's hands and tongue were capable of.

It was maddening.

She was supposed to be riddled with guilt. So why wasn't she? Why was she desiring him instead? The thought of it sickened her guts.

A soft voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Are you okay?"

Hazel blinked, turning to Tracy, whose eyes studied her with concern.

She forced a smile-fake, but convincing enough.

"I'm perfectly fine."

Tracy wasn't buying it.

"Are you sure?" she pressed.

Hazel hesitated. A part of her wanted to confess everything. But she couldn't. Not when Tracy had always warned her about Axel.

So she swallowed the truth and smiled again, this time with a little more effort.

"I'm fine."

Tracy eyed her for some seconds but let it go.

Just as she was about to speak again, Hazel cut her off, knowing exactly where the conversation would go.

"We should check out a few clubs tonight. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Tracy blinked, stunned.

"Who are you and what have you done with Hazel?" she teased. "Since when do you want to go clubbing?"

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Since today."

She needed distraction. Needed something strong-vodka, tequila, anything-to erase Axel from her mind.

Tracy shot her a suspicious glare, struggling to buy the reason.

"Look here." Hazel mused.

"I have never had a problem with the club, just that I have a father who thinks I am every man's dream lady before I walk around with equipment heavier than some twenty-21-year-old lady and..." her words rolled into the air as she slumped into the table uncertain of how to go on with the words.

"Oh my God! We have to celebrate!" Tracy practically screamed, drawing the attention of half the library.

Hazel let out a genuine chuckle for the first time that day.

"Lower your voice, you lunatic."

Tracy grinned mischievously. Indeed, Hazel was right to her.

"Wait-what about Axel? Won't he get mad if he finds out?"

Hazel exhaled sharply. With Tracy around she can never seem to run away from Axel. Not with his name flying across her lips at every second. "Forget about him, Tracy. He doesn't own me."

He can never find out.

Tracy spared her a genuine smile, giggling at Hazel's new improvement.

Later That Night

Hazel, Tracy, and Armstrong had gone shopping for new outfits before heading to the club.

When they walked in, all eyes were on Hazel.

She was a vision-pure temptation wrapped in sinful fabric.

Her black leather mini skirt hugged her hips, exposing just enough of her thighs to entice. Her white crop top, oversized and effortlessly sexy, was adorned with bold, sultry words:

'Suck me.'

She led the way, her confidence radiating. The sway of her hips was enough to steal every gaze in the room.

Armstrong's hand rested lightly on her waist.

They made their way to the bar.

"Three bottles of vodka," Armstrong ordered.

They popped the drinks open, the night stretching into something wild and reckless.

Elsewhere...

Axel had spent his evening at the fashion studio before agreeing to meet his best friend, Alex, at a low-key club.

A club where he wouldn't be recognized.

Seated in the VIP section, Axel was sipping his whiskey when-

She walked in.

His grip on his glass tightened. His blood boiled.

Hazel.

She looked breathtaking. Dressed in a dangerously short skirt, her red lips curving into something irresistibly tempting.

But it wasn't just her outfit that had Axel seeing red.

It was the man beside her.

Armstrong.

His hand rested on her waist. Possessively.

Axel's vision darkened. His jaw clenched, fists curling as pure, unfiltered rage tore through him.

How dare that bastard?

He stood up, the urge to rip Armstrong's hands off Hazel's body unbearable.

Alex quickly pulled him back.

"Axel, sit down."

"Get your hands off me."

"Axel, please. Don't cause a scene."

Axel exhaled sharply, forcing himself back into his seat. His eyes, however, remained locked on Hazel.

She was his.

And yet, she was standing there, letting another man touch her.

Alex hesitated before speaking. "What's going on, man? Why are you so pissed?"

Axel's voice was like ice.

"Because that bastard is touching my property."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Your property? You don't have a girlfriend."

Axel's glare sharpened.

"I don't need one to have a property. Hazel is mine."

Alex sighed. "What are you gonna do?"

Axel's smirk was deadly.

"Kill her driver. Assign her new guards. And... teach her a lesson."

Alex gulped. "What lesson?"

Axel's eyes darkened.

The kind she'll never forget.

Hazel, oblivious to Axel's burning gaze, was in Armstrong's arms when her drink accidentally spilled onto her clothes.

"Damn it," she muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Hazel."

She waved it off. "It's fine. I'll just use the restroom."

But the moment she stepped inside-

A voice.

Deep. Rough. Dangerous.

"Are you in Washington to a club or to study?"

Her heart stopped.

She turned-

And locked eyes with Axel. Pleasure sparkles mixed with fear ran through her body, although his voice came out stern there was this part that got her pussy throbbing as the thought of what happened yesterday played freshly into her mind for the umpteenth time

"Are you suddenly feverish? Why can't you talk or even take a turn to stare at my face?"

Hazel felt her legs buckle as fear surged into every vein in her body.

His hands gripped her arms and he pinned her roughly to the walls.

"Who was that guy?" his cold yet anger-filled eyes bored into hers and she trembled at the new side of him that she had never encountered.

"Answer me," he yelled into her face and she let off a soft whimper as tears came rolling down her eyes.

His heart pierced as though a dagger was thrust into his heart, slowly he did away with the monstrous look he had on his face, his heart arching terribly for scaring her and cursing her pain.

His hands cupped her soft cheeks and he slid one of his fingers into her mouth, dragging her lips hard while she just placed her head on the wall, her pussy dripping wet from that very action.

"I don't want you near anybody momma." his voice came up barely above a whisper and she felt her pussy spurting in response to his voice.

He leaned in and inhaled her cologne, his hands pressing and squeezing her, while she bit on her lower lips trying really hard to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape her mouth.

His teeth graced her neck and she shuddered.

"Only I have the right to your body momma, only I have the right to your fucking body. Don't you ever give my property out." he squeezed her even more, and she let out a whimper, his voice was compelling and domineering, yet they had this undertone that kept her pussy on the very edge of exploding.

"I would never dare." she subconsciously affirmed in pleasure and he gritted his teeth, kissing at the nap of her neck while she inhaled moans.

He pulled away from her, his eyes caressing all her body.

He wanted to let her go.

To watch her change without pushing her but his cock was already throbbing just to have her.

Hazel felt her heart tremble as he hovered inches away from her. She knew she had to stay away from him, her normal Hazel would yell at him and tell him never to come close, but she couldn't help the feeling that she was having underneath her legs the feeling that only he had the antidote to.

Her mind might not want this but her body and eyes were saying otherwise.

In one swift move, he raised her up and positioned her on the sink, spreading her legs wide open, his palm fondling her soft ass through her cloth.

"I am going to punish you in ways that your cloth has commanded momma, I am going to suck you till you can no longer feel your legs momma." His husky voice sounded dark, as his eyes took in every inch of her.

Hazel couldn't speak, she could only stare down at the crest on her clothes and she shook uncontrollably.

"The sultry wish of your clothes is the desired command of my tongue!"

With that, he pushed her skirt up, and his hands brushed her pussy as he reached for her pant and pulled it down, slipping them into his pocket.

"Ummmm" he licked on the small juice that his hand had gained from just brushing against her pussy.

"Heavens, Momma. You taste like sin."