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“Stella, my little viper, that mind of yours is working overtime and smoke is pouring out of those pretty ears. Stop trying to overthink it.” He leans forward, his warm lips brushing against mine. His taste lingering on my lips, and his scent invading my senses. He doesn’t try to deepen the kiss, letting me decide how we are to proceed. My eyes are wide open, blue staring into molten silver.Is he what I want? Do I believe him?
Maybe I am the biggest fool that has ever lived, but I do believe him. I believe that he loves me in his own possessive and demanding way. That he wouldn’t betray me with Kalista once he realized that he had a true affection for me. The sacrifice of his legacy and empire, the two things he has always desired above all else and is consumed with, proves to me that he wants me more than he wants that future that he originally married me to create. Can we move forward together and end up creating our joint destiny, one where I am his world, and he is mine?
I press my lips firmly into his and open my mouth to allow his tongue to enter and rub against mine. The kiss begins soft and gentle, but with each stroke, Jaxon adds fuel to a fire that will not be held back. The kiss deepens and we are ravenous for each other. Little whimpers leave my lips and groans leave his as our tongues tangle, teeth clash, and our breath is passed back and forth between us. Right now, Jaxon is my air and strength and at this moment, I cannot imagine a world where he is not mine and I am not his.Please let all of this be true and real, I will not survive the heartache if it’s not.
Does all of this fix all our problems?Not even a little bit.Great, we love each other, but we still don’t trust or respect each other. Although we do hunger for each other as if we were two ravenous beasts. We are still two strangers tied together by fate, the will of wealthy men, and a massive fortune. Not to mention our most pressing issue. The one there is no way of avoiding or ignoring, someone out there is still trying to kill me. I pull back from this kiss, both my palms flat against his heaving chest.
“Jaxon…I believe you about Kalista, but this doesn’t solve our problems. We started this marriage with coercion and untrue emotions…I can’t help but think that we will never be happy…”
“STOP! Stop right there Stella, don’t utter another fucking word. If you are about to tell me we should not be together because of the way we began our relationship, don’t even bother my little ice queen.” His lips peck mine once more and he leans back to stare at me. “You need to understand a few things, Stella so that we have no misunderstandings going forward from this moment on.”
He groans as he shifts next to me on the small bed, making himself comfortable and causing a smirk to cross my face. He grabs both of my hands and puts them in his lap. I bite down on the whimper that struggles to leave my lips with the shift in my torso. I think this fucker has forgotten I was just stabbed in his overwhelming need to confess his love for me. He’s adorable when he’s behaving like a love besotted sap, so I hold in the snappy words that want to leave my lips.
“You are mine, Stella Stratford, now and forever. I will allow nothing and no one to take you away from me. No man or woman, no test of fate, no fucking deity in the sky. Hell, if the devil tries to take you, he and I are going to have a big fucking problem.” He releases my hand, and his fingers stroke my cheek tenderly. “You are mine. Every part of you, from that pretty dark head to those sexy arctic eyes, right down to that pretty pink pussy and those delectable toes. No one Stella, gets any part of you but me.”
His declaration has my chest expanding, the breath I was holding exhaling and relief pumping through me. I needed to hear these words expressed from his demanding lips. To know that he feels as much for me as I do for him. His words are a soothing balm to my soul and a lit match to my passion. My hand reaches out and grabs the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
“I will not share you, Jaxon, not with another woman, not with the fucking world, not even with your precious legacy. You are mine just as much as I am yours. If you ever hurt me again, ever make me suffer as you have, I will sink a blade into that heart of yours and meet you in hell.” I crush my lips to his, and the raging fire travels once again between us until I cry out in pain from jolting my side.
He pulls back, his features filled with heat and amusement sparkling in the polished silver of his eyes. “As much as I want to fuck every one of your sweet holes right now, my little viper. It would probably kill both of us.” A groan leaves his lips as he pulls away and retains the seat next to the bed, putting distance between us.
“I need to know about the intruder, Stella. Someone out there wants to hurt you. Someone knew to follow Tyson to get to you. You are not safe until we kill whoever is after you.”
His words cause a shiver to race down my spine. He doesn’t mention stopping them or apprehending them, he wants to kill them. Can I kill another person? Can I let Jaxon be tainted with someone’s death to protect me? I don’t want to think about what happened. About how my actions led to a man riddled with bullet holes taking his last breath in my presence and me almost bleeding to death alone. There’s no avoiding it, though; Jaxon is right. Someone out there will try again to hurt me. Possibly using him or even my parents to get to me. I need to figure out if this is just about me seizing power or about us. We have too many enemies hiding in the shadows, waiting to do us harm.
“He somehow got into the house without me sensing he was there or any of the alarms going off. I realized someone was there, when I heard footsteps on the stone floor and he was already making his way towards the kitchen. I thought at first that it was Tyson coming back for something he had forgotten. He tried to trap me in the kitchen and attack me with a blade, but I managed to escape and run for the front door. There he once again tried to trap me, but I managed at the last second to thwart him off and run for the master bedroom and lock myself inside.” I watch as anger races across his features, his eyes turning to hard flint and his jaw tensing with the grinding of his teeth. “I had a gun in there, and when…when he broke the door…I shot him.”
“Did he give you any clue as to why he was there? Did he say anything that would give us an idea of who hired him to hurt you?”
I rack my brain, going through each of the memories from the attack, scene by scene. It’s like a vibrant movie reel in my mind. Did he say or do anything that would give an indication of who wants me dead? The memory of the stairs keeps coming back to me over and over. What was it he said to me as I tried to escape him? Did he mention a name? No…he never said any names, he just called me a cunt and a whore…
“Fuck! He said they! He said “they” want you dead, cunt.” I stare at Jaxon with shock. The memory once again rolls through me until I am certain that those were the words that he uttered. “Jaxon, do you understand what that means?”
“FUCK!” He shouts, stands up, and kicks the chair until it falls backward. “Yeah, Stella, it means baby, there’s more than one person after you and we need to know who the fuck they are so I can kill all of them.”
40
Jaxon
“Your biceps, six-pack abs, and daring attitude are of no use if you cannot protect and respect women!” Avijeet Das
Threeweekslater…
I watch Stella from the doorway of her office, she’s a vision of power and confidence. Her sexy slate gray suit offset by the pop of red in her shirt, making her skin look luminous. The desire to slip under her desk and tongue her pretty cunt, a vicious craving in my bloodstream, one I am finding difficult to control, much like the woman herself.
My beautiful, relentless wife refused to stay home to continue recuperating from almost bleeding to death and leaving me in this miserable world alone, despite my very best attempts at teasing her with my hard cock. I should feel dejected that she still insisted on coming to the office after all the effort I put in this morning. I can’t stop the smirk from crossing my lips at the memory of her expression when I pulled out my cock and made her choke on it before she even had a sip of coffee. Fuck my balls are already pulling tight into my body just with the thought of fucking that tight throat of hers again. Once a day is never enough with Stella, I need inside of one of her delicious tempting holes all day long.
Stella is determined not to hide from whoever is trying to hurt her. I get it, I do. She’s a little hellion that pushes through her fear and refuses to cower. The knowledge that someone wants to end her life causes me endless hours of panic and fear. The nightmares I relive every night of finding her lying in her own blood causes me to wake, shaking and gasping for breath. The only thing that calms me down after having one is pulling her tightly into my arms and feeling her breath skate across my skin. Holding her as tightly as I can so that I can reassure myself that she is still alive and here with me, that no one has taken her from me. How can I protect her if she won’t stay behind the walls of our fortress?Would you hide?My mind questions.
FUCK!My grip tightens on the doorframe. No, I wouldn’t hide. I would taunt whoever means me harm in hopes of baiting them and forcing them out from hiding so that I could kill them. The same thing my lovely ice queen seems to be doing. I look over at the new head of our security team, standing in full tactical gear like a sentry just outside of her office. The guy is one huge, scary motherfucker. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of having to fight the fucker now tasked with my wife’s life.
Clark Abbotts came highly recommended, but not from law enforcement like you would have expected. Oh no, Clark has an array of talents. Ones that those just outside of the bright lights of the law prefer. His skill set is not exactly legal in this country, but that’s the appeal of having him work for us.
I needed someone just as ruthless as I am to protect Stella at all costs. Someone that would not hesitate to do what was necessary by any means, legal or not, to keep her alive. A killer to protect my wife from other killers.
My underworld connections led me to the young man from Canada. A ruthless mercenary with an honor code. Within a day, he had taken charge and overhauled all of our security measures. New ex-military guards were hired, ones that shoot first and ask questions later. The Stratford estate is now a state-of-the-art fortress. Every window and door is bulletproof. Weapons and panic buttons hidden on every floor. Our gate now sports high voltage electricity, one that will kill a human that tries to climb it instantly and can be armed from inside our home. There is surveillance all around the perimeter of our estate, with someone always monitoring it. Fuck even Fergus is now walking around with a gun strapped to him, much to Mrs. Pox’s horror.Fort Knox, who?My estate is locked up tighter than a devoted catholic nun’s knees.
We even had Stella’s parents temporarily moved into the estate to ensure that they can’t be used against us. Let me tell you how much fucking fun it has been trying to fuck my wife raw with all these people in my house and with my father-in-law giving me death stares, every time we are in a room together.
