Page 4 of Wallflower No More

I take her chin firmly in my hand. “Yes, I'm always watching, but don't get it twisted, Wallflower. Now that I've finally tasted you, no one else will ever get to.” I cup her mound in my hand. “This pussy is mine, Scarlett.”

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Axel is infuriatingly hot, and the way he makes me feel is unlike anything else I've ever experienced.

-Scarlett

Laying restless in bed as I remember the feel of Axel's expert hands all over my body. It was more than just a meaningless romp in the library. He laid claim to me last night. With every tease, every caress, he marked me as his. Turning on the light beside my bed, I grab my newest alien romance book. Looking at the cover gets me excited to start reading. Not sure what's exciting about a giant green alien with a monster size penis and horns, but yeah, I'm here for it.

My phone vibrates making my heart stop. Literally. Because without looking, I know who it is.

Rabies: What r u doing?

Me: Love your nickname btw

Rabies: Stop deflecting...

Rolling my eyes, I giggle.

Me: What are you doing? Let me guess...leaving another party with some dumb tramp?

Rabies: Jealous?

Duh, but I'll never admit it.

Me: bye

Rabies: Lol. I'm home. Alone. Which is where and what you better be.

I decide to be semi-generous with my answer.

Me: I'm home.

The reply is instant.

Rabies: Alone?

My smile is petty.

Me: Axel, for someone who just started talking to me, you are super nosey.

My phone starts a long series of vibrations, alerting that Axel is calling me. I’m not answering it.

Rabies: Answer now, or I'll come over.

I laugh. He's a freaking Barbarian.

Me: You don't know which apartment it is.

Rabies: Don't I? I'm always watching, remember?

I was feeling ballsy. I leave him on read and he doesn’t send another text. Smiling because victory is mine. However, my celebration is short-lived because my front door swings open, and an angry-looking Axel walks in. Then, he calmly locks it back up. “What the hell? You have a key to my apartment, Axel.”

He shrugs and continues looking through my closet, bathroom, and guest bedroom for a man, I'm assuming. Which is lunacy because I haven't had sex since being here because of the cock blocker that's now inside my house. Satisfied, Axel strolls back into my room, making me jump off the bed. My hand on my hips, he corners me up against the wall. He places his forehead up against mine. “All I want is for you to answer me truthfully when I ask you something. Trust is not an easy thing for me. But I want to trust you.”

My eyes widen. “Axel, you realize that's fucked, right? We've never even gone on a date before. You can't make demands of me. Just because you want to.”

He bites my bottom lip, almost to the point of pain, and smiles. My body trembles, needing him to do it again. His calm, steel voice has an edge to it. Each word is laced with warning. “Scarlett, you’re fucking mine.” He brings his hand up to caress my face just before he places pressure on my throat as his fingers wrap around the front of neck. My pulse rapidly beats against his palm, but I'm not scared. Excitement fills every part of my being. “And no one will ever touch you again. Understand?” He rocks his erection against my middle when I don't answer. “Under—stand?”