I Rewired My Psycho CEO's Twisted Mind

Maeve’s POV “All you want to do is f**k for hours,” I yelled, pulling my panties back up. Deep down, I was torn, part of me wanted it to go on forever. “Gosh, he was just too good at pounding me so hard.” I unknowingly bit my lip while trying to maintain an angry expression. The way he looked at me, with those smoldering eyes, and his charming appearance… His name? Axel Bernard. Just saying it sends shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but crave more. He tried to pull me back to bed, but I resisted and pushed him away. “This is getting unhealthy. We’re getting married in a few days, and all you want to do is get into my panties,” I tried maintaining a harsh tone, but my voice and legs were still shaky from the massive orgasm he gave me. I picked up my bag and got ready to leave. “Where do you think you are going!?” His voice was like a magnet, pulling me in. There he was, lying on the bed, his chest looking stronger than ever, glistening with beads of sweat that made my heart race. I couldn’t help but imagine getting back in bed with him, kissing those cupid lips of his, but I had to fight the urge. “This shouldn’t be all about s*x,” I reminded myself. “Is this really love?” It took a while before I said those words. Even though Axel was rich and hot, he scared me sometimes. He shot up from the bed, anger radiating off him. “Get back to bed!” he commanded, pulling me back down with an intensity that made my heart race. The way he handled me was so hot. He pinned me down, my brown hair fanning out on the sheets, my dark doe eyes shimmering as a sharp gasp escaped from my lips as I watched my panties fly across the room. Then, he lifted my legs, positioning himself between them. “STOP IT,” I managed to say, my voice trembling, yet I wanted to feel more. I slapped his strong arms, placed them close to my face, moaning, “STOP IT!” My voice was softer this time, barely beyond a whisper, and my eyes fluttered shut. He slapped my face hard. “Shut up, you freaking sl*t!” his voice was hoarse and commanding. I couldn’t see my face, but I could tell his imprint was etched into my left cheek. “Why do his hands hitting my face feel so good?” I questioned silently in my mind. He flipped me over, my boobs pressing against the sheets — my petite body made it easier for him. Pinning my head between the two pillows, “Ah, babe, your grip is too tight!” I whimpered in a submissive tone. He spanked my ass hard. “All I care about is your tight hole.” I felt hurt by his words. However, his spanks on my ass made my lips drip, and I wanted his b***r inside me. He grabbed my waist, almost snapping my pelvic bone,” Ahh!” I screamed, but Axel cared less. He was erected to the fullest, penetrating inside me. My face was filled with instant pleasure just by his first entrance. I could tell it was going to be great s*x — like the others we’ve had. The bed frame creaked beneath us as he pushed deeper inside me. “Is this the life I want to live?” This question kept echoing in my mind as I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as his soft lips touched my spine. Low, deep moans escaped from his lips, he grabbed my brunette hair from behind, tilting my head to face his c**k. He pressed his d**k down my throat as he leaned my head against it. I smacked his thighs with my little hands, gagging, saliva dripping from the sides of my lips when he came down my throat. His grip loosened, and I fell back onto the mattress, gasping and sputtering on his c*m while he continued stroking his c**k. — I was hoping to reach climax — guess it was not my lucky day. My lips were still swollen and dripping wet as I watched him walk out of the room. I wanted to ask if he could eat me up, however, my mind told me he could tie me up and beat me if I ever said that. Axel only cared about his d**k getting satisfied. It was never his concern if I got an orgasm or not. It’s hard to put into words what I felt… it was just this confusing storm inside me, I couldn’t escape. The thought wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt completely trapped, like I had no choice but to marry him. I knew Mum would be furious if I ever admitted I didn’t want to marry Axel. He’s rich and respected by everyone, and she’s always dreamed of a life for me that’s so much better than what we had. But the truth was, I was terrified of going back to how things were before. I remember those days so clearly… how we struggled just to eat, the fear in my parents’ eyes, the emptiness that followed us around. Those memories still haunt me. Everything changed when Axel came into our lives. Not just for me, but for my family too. Suddenly, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I have everything now: gorgeous clothes, amazing food, a home where I actually feel comfortable. I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want. For the first time, I feel like I belong somewhere safe and special… a world I never thought I’d be part of. But then there was the s*x issue. I’d become so addicted to his c**k. I might feel hurt by his words for one minute, but when that d**k of his comes in contact with my lips, all my sorrows go away… Like a drug. Gosh, when did I become someone who craves it all the time? All my friends were green with envy because I was about to tie the knot with a billionaire. I could flaunt it in their faces whenever I felt like it. But then there was Jenny, that one friend who loved to throw shade. She was married to an average-looking billionaire named Jonah, who just so happened to be Axel’s best friend. If I ever hesitated about getting married, she’d be the first to make fun of me, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her belittling me again. She was such a mean b***h. If she found out Axel saw me as nothing more than a pleasurable hole, I’d be labeled the shameless girl from a poor background, desperate for riches and fame. I met Jenny when Axel and I were still in the talking phase. At that time, she was dating Jonah. I didn’t know much about her, and she didn’t know much about me either. So basically, we had to be friends because our fiancés were best friends. Funny how friendship starts.