Page 12 of Wallflower No More

“You're nerdy? Because you sure as heck aren't shy.” I'm not buying it.

“I've been known to read a little, get a few good grades.” Taking his other hand, he grips my jaw, bringing my face closer.

“Is that right?” I whisper.

“Yes, ma'am.” He leans in and kills me with another spine tingling kiss, making my eyes close, and small moan leave me.

***

She's my new favorite flavor. Her sweet, sultry taste is driving my senses crazy. Her earlier defiance is a distant memory.

-Axel

My strategy to get my Wallflower to be my permanent submissive is working perfectly, and only giving her the partial reason for my two-year waiting game is essential. Every Creed should come with a warning label. I'm not for the faint of heart. Damaged goods, thanks to my fucked up childhood. It's best to let that come out later.

Continuing my assault on her lips, she trembles beneath my touch. What's left of my control is waning with every whimper that falls from her pretty mouth. My cock is begging to get out and be inside her wet hot heat, but we have things to discuss before we can get to the pain and the pleasure.

Biting her neck is my new favorite obsession. There is no way my mark won't be left on her tomorrow. If I had Brody's number, I'd send him a picture of my handy work. Shit. Thinking about his short ass makes me bite her a little too hard, but my tongue rectifies the situation. Scarlett sighs with contentment. My fingers ache to sink into her sweet little pussy again, but I reluctantly let her go instead. Business, then fulfillment.

Needing to be close to her warmth, I slide her closer to me, and nuzzle her hair, making her scent surround me. It's intoxicating. Smells of honey and vanilla invade my senses, driving me to near madness. “How do you know Brody?”

She stiffens but answers anyway. “We've had several classes together and became fast friends.”

Hearing that he's spent any time with her makes me want to punch something. Preferably his face. Fucker. “Is that all you are?”

She lifts her head and stares into the depths of my eyes. “Why does that matter?”

My eyes harden. “It doesn't, but I still want to know.”

She places her hands on her hips, moving away from me to stand. “Okay, so I guess you're going to tell me all the names of the girls you've fucked!”

Standing up and getting in her face. “So, you have been with him then? And good luck finding them all, Wallflower, because I don't even remember their names!”

She spins around and walks toward my truck. I follow, pinning her up against the door. Scarlett glares at me. Her breathing ragged. “Answer. The. Question.” I demand.

She pouts prettily. “No. I've never been with him, only had sex a few times with my old best friend. So, I wouldn't come to school as a virgin because no one has ever wanted me. There. Are you happy NOW?!”

Blinking in quick succession is the only function I have. What the actual fuck? Who wouldn't want her? There has to be another reason. Tearing apart whoever has made her feel less than the amazing person she is sounds like a good idea. She gets out of my grasp and gives a humorless laugh that only comes from years of hurt. “Seems like the pathetic, inexperienced girl has made you speechless, Axel Creed. Take me back to my car. Now!”

Backing her up against my truck again, grabbing her legs and making them wrap around my middle, I rub my pants-clad cock against her core, so that she can feel how turned on she's made me. “You're not pathetic, Scarlett, and I'll hurt anybody who has ever made you feel that way. Tell me who? Did Brody?”

“Yes.” She's breathless, and tears spill down her full cheeks. Curses escape me as I nip away the salty tears from her face.

Her only being with one guy has put a halt to my previous intentions for the moment. Another plan has begun to form. The Dom/sub relationship will happen, but her introduction into all things sex must come first. Kissing her forehead, we get back in my truck, and I take her back to get her car. Vowing as she drives away, “Don't worry, Scarlett, I'll ruin them all.”

Chapter 9

The Question

Everything Fearless 24/7

Axel's truck was seen in the shady part of town last night. Did I mention it was parked at a particular barista's apartment? He reluctantly left after the sun rose, and that was only for the football practice field.

Axel

Scarlett doesn't know I'm following her to her apartment, nor is she privy to the fact that she's not staying alone tonight. I want to teach her everything, especially after her confession. That little submissive is clearly inside her and it’s better to start sooner than later. Her being comfortable with me and around me is a crucial part of everything. I don’t want anything about her to scream innocence when all the debauchery is said and done.

Fuck me. Who in the hell is this talking to her now? Jumping out of my truck, I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her wonderfully plump midsection. This is a claiming for everyone to see. Never one to be jealous until now, but if I could get away with pissing on her to mark her with my scent, believe me, I'd do it. Here's to hoping this guy is bright and we don't wind up in jail. “Hey, honey.” Greeting her while staring daggers of death at the asshat who's trying to spit game at her.