He laughs as if I’m joking as he notices Pax and nods in his direction before he introduces himself.
“Hey, man, my name’s Gabe. I’m the family lawyer and a friend of Helen’s.”
Pax ignores him, saying fuck all as usual, just glares at him from the table with his arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face.
“Do you want a drink?” I offer. “Feel free to take a seat with my mute roommate.”
“Sure, please, a glass of water would be great, but I won’t stay long. I just came to drop off some paperwork I need you to sign.”
“Paperwork?” I question.
“Yeah… I have it right here.”
I watch as he rummages through his briefcase, seemingly unnerved by Whiskey’s looming presence and the smoldering stare of hurry the fuck up on his face.
Personally, I find it hot, but I know it’s because Pax hates lawyers, everything about them. He says they’re Satan’s minions, and right now he happens to be right.
Finding the papers he was searching for, Gabe sets them on the table and takes a swig of water.
I smack Pax on the arm, trying to nudge him to tone it down with the Viking face, but he just winks at me and carries on with his silent assault.
“So, I just have to sign this stuff and then everything dad left me is officially mine?”
“Uh, yes,” he confirms, “except full access to the money of course, but I should probably head over to see your mother now.”
I half-smile, irritated, and walk him back to the door.
“Well, thanks, I guess. I’ll sign the forms and leave them with Natasha if that’s cool.”
“Sure, that works, and can I ask what happened here?” he finishes, inspecting the dried blood on my head.
Before I can answer, Pax gets in between us and puts his arm in front of me as if he’s shielding me.
“Gabe is it? I think it’s time for you to leave.”
His tone is so low and dark, it causes my skin to prickle. Gabe simply nod’s and exits without another word said.
“What the fuck was that about?” I ask baffled.
I know Whiskey can be territorial and all, but I’ve never seen him like this.
“Are you serious, Vix? The guy is a total schmuck, and I don’t like the way he looked at you.”
“Yeah, okay, so he’s a douche… I know that and I also know how you feel about lawyers. But he was only trying to be nice.”
“So he can get in your pants.”
“No, because I happen to have a gaping wound from Satan on my head.”
“Don’t be naïve, Vix. I’m a man and I fucking know what I saw.”
I roll my eyes and sigh.
“Even if you’re right, why would it matter? It’s not like I’m gonna fuck a guy who slept with my mother… that’s her gig. And besides, you are not my boyfriend so stop acting like you own me.”
I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm and spins me back toward him. His eyes are filled with an angered hunger, the expression that says I’ve provoked him as his lips meet mine and he’s even rougher about it than usual. He holds my face to his, controlling my tongue until he bites my bottom lip and stops.
“I may not be your boyfriend, Vixen, but just to be clear, I absolutely own you.”
I gasp as he runs his hand forcefully between my legs and the other one grabs hold of my ass firmly. His nose is pressed to mine, and his eyes are piercing mine with a look of intended destruction.
“I also own this,” he hisses, massaging my pussy, “and this,” he continues, gripping my ass. He continues his methodical movements running his hands underneath my sweater onto my breasts. “And these, and also this,” he finishes, kissing me again. “I’m the only one who can give you what you need, and you know it.”
I’m wet and he understands it’s what he does to me when he takes control. The way he is able to make me feel craved; as if he only breathes for me.
“Say it Vixen.”
I swallow, lost in his touch.
“Only you can give me what I need.”
“Say it again,” he demands, slapping my ass.
“Ouch! Okay… only you can fuck me the way I need it.”
“That’s right… and if I tell you that some arrogant prick lawyer is looking at you funny, you should damn well listen to me,” he states as he rips my sweater over my head. “Isn’t that right?” he continues, now removing my shorts and panties in a seamless motion.
I nod, now standing completely naked and lost in his barbaric movements as he continues his rhythmic incursion against my pussy, my body shaking and begging for more.
He lets his hair down and it falls just below his shoulders in dark waves of unruliness and then he removes his shirt. He smiles wickedly and is deliberately slow about unbuttoning his pants because he knows he has my attention, but I can also see that I have his.
“Now,” he whispers, pinning me against the wall and lifting my arms above my head. “Tell me it turns you on knowing that I own you.”
I let out a moan as his fingers graze over my heat and push deep inside me.
“Ahhh, fuck Pax, you know it does.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I ignore him, enjoying the rigid movements of his fingers penetrating me fiercely.
He stops, jerks me forward, and smacks my ass and I yelp.
“Fucking say it, Vixen, or I’ll just make you watch me jerk off instead.”
As much as I love watching him masturbate, I’m far too turned on
