Page 96 of Ravaged For You

There’s a reason why he’s so ambitious and determined to make it as a rockstar, and it’s something none of his millions of fans could ever guess. A tragedy in his childhood that he’s buried deep within, and which spurs him to pick up that bass guitar every day.

And he let me in on that secret.

He must trust me. He must view me as more than just some prop to enhance his reputation in the press.

I’m not like most other girls…

“Goodnight.”

He speaks, barely looking in my direction as he says so.

It’s the only word he’s said to me since taking me in his arms outside the restaurant. A word that puts a dagger in my heart and a halt to my fantasies.

Is that it then? All over?

He must be telling me that the kiss meant nothing. That now it’s time we go to sleep and simply and completely forget about the most magical moment in my life.

“Goodnight,” I reply.

We slide into bed.

He turns the light off.

And then we’re plunged into darkness.

There’s more silence. This time it’s deafening.

I lie still.

But then there’s movement. Axel is moving. In the bed. Towards me.

I offer no resistance. I don’t even move. I don’t want to.

What’s he doing?

I feel his hand on my cheek, tenderly guiding my face towards his side.

This?

And then he’s kissing me. Slowly at first, and then with passion.

I feel his tongue, and I don’t want him to stop. I’ve got no energy left to refuse the man. No more reasons why I shouldn’t do what we’re doing.

The truth is… despite everything telling me this is wrong and against our fake relationship contract…

Screw the contract; I want this.

As if sensing the shift in my mind, Axel pulls back from the kiss and speaks the words I’ve longed to hear from him.

“I want you, Maddie. I really want you.”

I don’t reply. Instead, I reach for his face and pull him back towards my lips. There are no words left to say.

I want him. I want him. I want him.

Under the covers, his hand gently slips down my half-naked body until he’s at the rim of my panties. I shudder as I imagine what he’s going to do next.

I don’t need to imagine much.