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Keeping this sick secret is the only thing I can fucking do. And it might be what kills me.

CHAPTER 42

AXL

Priest and I don’t talk on the ride back. I don’t give a shit what her father said. Even if the fucking Council thinks they’ll keep me from making her my wife, they’re dead wrong.

And I’m pissed that I don’t have any answers to explain why Saylor is having these nightmares. I could be wrong, but every one of my instincts tells me that something happened to her.

The suite is dim when I walk in and the TV is off. There’s a blanket bunched on the couch and Kynlee’s gone. I saw them watching movies together when I checked in on my heathen earlier. I can hear the shower running behind the bathroom door.

I strip as I walk, kicking off my shoes and tossing my clothes to the floor. My knuckles are still bloodied from David’s face, and the skin pulls when I flex my hands.

Once I enter the bathroom, steam fills the room and fogs the shower door. I can make out Saylor standing under the water with her back to me. Her hands are flat against the tile, and her head is down.

I pull down my jeans and boxer briefs and kick them aside. I step in behind her. There are two shower heads and two body sprayers in my shower. They’re all on, and the water is so hot it burns my skin. Her skin is flushed red from how long she’s been standing in it.

“Baby, this is too hot.” I reach forward and turn on some of the cold water to make the temperature more tolerable.

She doesn’t react to the temperature change or to me being in the shower. She hasn’t moved.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she flinches so hard she stumbles forward into the tile.

My girl has never flinched from me. Not once. Not when I’ve pinned her down or put my hand around her throat. Not when I’ve tattooed her body or made her crawl to me.

“Saylor.” I keep my voice low. “Hey, look at me.”

She turns around, and her eyes are red. She’s been crying. I can tell even with the water running over her face because her lips are swollen and her chin is trembling.

“What the fuck happened?”

She doesn’t answer me. She grabs my face with both hands and pulls my mouth down to hers. The kiss is hard and desperate. Her fingers are digging into my jaw, and she’s pressing her body against mine so tight I can feel her rapid heartbeat against my chest.

I kiss her back, because I’ll always kiss my girl. But something is off. Her hands are shaking, and she’s kissing me like I’m giving her the air she needs to breathe. That’s what being with her does for me. If something happened to her, I wouldn’t exist.

I pull back just enough to look at her. “Use your words, baby. What happened?”

“Nothing.” She says it too fast. Her hands slide from my jaw to my neck, and she pulls me back down. “I just need you. It’s the nightmares. Please, Axl.”

Fuck. I see red all over again because I don’t know what is causing this terror for her. I’m tempted to talk to Dane about some time away. I’ll take Saylor to some beach somewhere and see if the nightmares go away once she’s out of the bullshit of our world. And if they stopped, I’d never bring her back.

“Fuck me, Axl.” She says it against my lips. “Be my fucking king.”

I growl and push her back against the tile. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on tight. I reach down and grip her thighs, pulling her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

I lower her onto my already hard dick, and she buries her face in my neck. Her arms tighten around me, and she doesn’t let go. “Yours.” She whispers it into my wet skin. “I’m yours.”

“Fucking right, good girl.” I fuck her slow against the tile, because something in my chest is telling me she needs me to hold her just as much as she needs to be fucked.

Her fingers grip the back of my neck, and her thighs tighten around my waist. Every sound she makes is muffled against my throat. “I’ve got you, little heathen.”

I keep fucking her against the shower wall and turn my head so I can kiss her.

She kisses me back hard, sucking my tongue into her mouth. Her hand fists in my wet hair and she pulls, making me groan. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this girl.

I grip her thighs tighter and fuck her harder. The water is running over both of us, and she moans into my mouth. Her cunt squeezes my cock, and I can feel her getting close.

“Come for me, baby.” I press my forehead against hers. “I feel that cunt tightening. That’s a good girl.”