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I sat straight up in bed, my heart beating out of my chest. Adrenaline pumped ferociously through my veins. My mouth was completely dry, and I could feel the dampness covering my entire body. Deep breaths in and out slowly calmed my panicky condition.
The clock read four in the morning, but I knew there was no going back to sleep for me. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I got up and slipped my arms through my robe. I used the bathroom and splashed water on my face while I tried to calm my nerves. It was so real. So right there. All the reactions, the feelings, the visions, they were all so real. So raw.
I walked out to my patio, but didn’t get what I needed from the ocean. I didn’t feel safe at all. Not in the least. The ocean was mammoth, powerful, dark, and full of emotion. Like me. I really didn’t think much about it. I just did it. I walked back inside and right up the steps. My knuckles raised to the door, but then I stopped. I tried the doorknob instead, turning it in my hand.
“Pax,” I whispered.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I had a bad dream,” I whispered again as I stepped closer toward his bed.
“You’re fucking kidding. Tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m not. Can I lay in bed with you?”
“No, Gabriella. We don’t do that. And stop calling me Pax. I’m not going to tell you again,” he assured me. He would because I would forget again, or maybe I didn’t care.
“Please,” I begged in a soft, desperate tone.
“Oh, my God. Get in here.” Paxton raised the covers and my robe fell to the floor. I crawled in. Right to his chest with my back. I didn’t really give him a choice, I wrapped his arm around me myself. And for whatever reason, I felt safe. Safe in the arms of a man who didn’t want me there. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“What was your dream about?” Paxton asked in my hair.
“My mom. What do you know about her?”
“Nothing. You told me you’ve been in foster care since you were eleven. I think she died, but you never told me how.”
“Because you don’t want to know, right?”
“Yes, exactly. I only cared that you were one-hundred-percent mine. That’s it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t want someone with a family getting in my way.”
“In the way of you controlling me?”
“You signed up for this. You wanted this. You knew what this was. It’s not my fault that you forgot all of that.”
“Okay.” That was my simple reply. I didn’t want to do that at this moment. I wanted to feel safe. That’s it. Feel like I belonged somewhere. As wrong as it was, that somewhere was in Paxton’s arms.
“Okay, you’re going to do as you’re told?”
“Yes, I’m going to try.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Gabriella, wake up,” I heard in my ear at the same time I felt the pinch on my nipple. I pushed Paxton’s hand away and tried to roll over.
“Uh-uh. Wake up. I’ve got something for you.”
The poking in my ass was a dead giveaway. I knew what he had for me. I mumbled something about needing sleep, to no avail.
“Come on. Get down here and wake me up.”
“Down where?”
“Here,” he directed with a hand behind my head. With his help, I lifted it and moved between his legs. I was never coming to him after a bad dream again. Dick.
That was how my morning started. I gave Paxton a blowjob, hoping I would be rewarded for good behavior. Paxton laid there relaxed, hands above his head, eyes closed. Once in a while he’d moan, or shove my head down and his dick in. For the most part, he just laid there and let me do the work. I knew I wouldn’t be getting my turn when he directed me to roll to my back and move down.
I laid on my back, face side up and he mounted me. His upper body was held up by his elbows, and his knees held his hips. Surges of endorphins went straight to my throbbing sex, and I thrived on the rush, as Paxton moved into my mouth
Paxton pumped hard, in and out, toying with me until he halted his movements, shuddered above me, and left his ecstasy in the back of my throat. Just like that, he was finished. I wasn’t rewarded for shit. Not even close.
“I’ll have bacon and eggs,” he said as he slid out of my mouth and walked to his bathroom. Fucker.