Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

Axe-Man didn’t even blink as I slowly pushed the waistband of my sweatpants over my hip bones and the swell of my ass until they fell in a puddle

When I stood again, I pulled the hem of my cropped black tank over my head and flung it at his face.

My nipples beaded in the cool air, the only spot of colour among the dozen of black-inked tattoos on my torso. I could feel Axe-Man tracing the designs––his designs––with his gaze.

I’d stolen more than two years of his life, I’d also stolen his art.

“You little thief,” he snarled, tracing another design up to the lower curve of my small breast before he harshly pinched my nipple and toppled me to the bed. “You have me all fuckin’ over you.”

My mouth went completely dry when he tugged his belt through the loops with a slick slap and folded it together in that one palm.

Before he could do anything else, though, I pressed back on my shoulders and wrapped my legs around his neck, twisting until he was forced to fall to the bed beside me. As soon as he landed, I was on him, my knees pinning his arms to the bed by the biceps, one hand on the centre of his chest and the other pressed to his throat. His pulse thrummed beneath my fingertips, his throat working on a hard swallow beneath my palm.

“I hope you didn’t think I’d just roll over so you could spank me,” I taunted in his ear. “You’ll have to try harder ...

I bent even closer and tugged his earlobe sharply with my teeth. “If you want me to submit to you.”

wrenched first one arm and then the other out from under my knees. Freed, he slapped his palm against my ass with a resounding smack.

A gasp fell from my lips, and without thinking, I rocked back, chasing his hand as it drew back.

A loud crack as his palm connected with my ass cheek, and the pain tunnelled

I canted my hips back, searching for more contact, and then slid my groin south, searching for the iron ridge of his erection beneath the denim. Finding it, I ground down on his length, tossing my head back with a loud moan.

Axe-Man cursed under his breath as he used my lack of awareness to flip me to my back on the bed again. I didn’t fight it.

I lay there panting as he recovered his belt and used it to bind my hands together tightly. Done with that, he pinned my belted hands in one of his own and raised them...

“Enough,” he declared, leaning back so he sat hea...

“Now if only you’d shut the fuck up.” “Make me,” I bit out,

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he admitted in a gruff voice. “You’re still recoverin’––”

“Aw, afraid little ole me will make you lose control, Axe-Man? Because I can handle this. I want it,” I dared. “If you can’t handle a girl half your size––”

My words cut off with a truncated groan as he wrapped his hand finger by finger around my th...

his other hand slipped behind him and between my legs, bullying them wider until he could cup my sham...

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his words hard but frayed at the edges with desire he couldn’t mask. “You don’t want my forgiveness, but you want my rage and ...

“You’re such a fucking jerk,” I spat, bucking to throw him off me. “I’m not sleeping with Jiang. I never have, and I never would. Not least of all because he’...

His laugh was a dark cough. He watched my face with stern intensity as he ground the heel...

“Why are you so hungry for a good, hard f...

When he moved his hand from my throat to one of my nipples and twisted it hard, my eyes started to cross.

“Oh, I think you’re eager as hell,”

“You don’t want to be spanked; you want to be fucked until you can’t remember your own goddamn name. ’Til you forget every single inch of yours...

“God, yes.”

“You might be able to forget, but you should know, I never will.”

“Please,” I said, min...

“Please, Henning.”

“This doesn’t change a fuckin’ thing,” he swore, already bending, teeth bared, for my throat. “I still fuckin’ hate you.”

“I don’t care,”

Axe-Man made a rough noise of approval in the back of his throat, latched his teeth onto the curve between my shoulder and neck, palmed my entire pussy in one hand, and then ripped off my thong with one fierce jerk.

palmed me again, not rubbing or fucking, not even moving. Just holding my pussy like he had a right to it.

Meanwhile, he sucked hickeys on my shoulders and collarbones, a necklace of vampire k...

By the time his ruthless mouth reached my nipples, I was panting like an animal, arching into him.

“Axe-Man, come on, yes, there, please,” I babbled.

His hot breath ghosted over my left nipple but...

“Fuck, do you need a road map?”...

“You want me to fuck you into the bed?” he snarled, his brows tangled, eyes fl...

“Sometime in the next cen...

he pulled off me completely, standing on his knees so I didn’t even h...

“Wait,” I started to protest, but the rest of my sentence died as I watched him thumb open his jeans and tug the zipper down, revealing grey boxer briefs tha...

I watched with my heart beating so hard in my throat I thought I’d choke as Axe-Man slid his hand into the waistband and pulled out a thick, veiny cock.

The sight of that big cock, long but hefty like a fucking club and so veiny I could spend hours tracing them all with my tongue, did devastating things to my body. I thought, desperately, honestly, I might do anything to play with that dick.

Axe-Man chuckled low at the expression on my face, the way a villain might before revealing an evil plan, and he knee walked up my body until he settled on my chest.

that cock was right in my face, inches from my open, drooling mouth.

“If you won’t be quiet,” he murmured, fisting the root of his erection and slowly thrusting forward to smear his precum over my parted lips. “I’ll shut you up myself.”