I Rewired My Psycho CEO's Twisted Mind

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Maeve’s POV

I clutched my chest as tears streamed down my face as Jenny’s footsteps faded. All I could hear was the voices in my head telling me, “I’ll always be a pet.” I went down to my knees, still dressed in my nightgown. My knees made a thudding sound as they hit the exotic stone floor. The chill of the stone deepened into my skin, but I could only remember how I thought dating Axel would be life-changing for me. Yes, it was in a way. However, I could breathe a lot easier than now.

Growing up in an environment with little to nothing, I prayed every night that once I came of age, I would be successful like the billionaires and models I saw in magazines. I thought their lives were perfect and that they never had to face any hardships; I believed they were special people, chosen to enjoy life without struggle. As a teenager, I would have done anything for a life like that. Sometimes I cut fabrics lying around the house, and there were times I used my mum’s dress, cutting it to look like the clothes models wore, and I stood in front of the mirror imagining I was a model with millions of dollars in my account.

Fast-forward to now, things didn’t turn out the way I'd imagined. Every day, I have to put up this facade so everyone will think it’s a happy marriage, and that mask burns my skin as I wear it day after day. It’s only a matter of time until I burst because my insides have had enough. Jenny knows my secret—how long will it take for her to expose me? It would be something she would be eager to do.

After drowning in my tears for a while, my heart was triggered as I heard footsteps approaching. As I raised my head, I saw my fiancé staring at me with no emotion on his face. My eyes brightened, leaving me speechless since I wasn’t expecting his arrival at that moment. “Is he playing games with me?” I thought.

He stood there staring at me without saying a word, his jaw clenched. I couldn’t bring myself to hold eye contact with him; the glances that I gave at his eyes scared me; it was as if there wasn’t any soul behind those beautiful eyes of his.

The glances in his eyes became overwhelming for me, so I held my head down while I remained seated on the floor. In that intense moment, my pelvic bone developed a mind of its own and began thrusting forward, moving in the direction of Axel. Between my thighs, I felt wetness. It felt like I had no control of my P***y anymore. I had known what was coming next before my brain could catch up.

Abruptly, he swept me off the ground and threw me on the couch. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips. Watching him take off his belt, his muscles and abs flexing, and how he pulled off his shirt made my heart pound faster. He turned me over, my face pressing against the couch. “I thought we could have a proper conversation.” My voice was submissive and ready for his action. I didn’t know what prompted my words; maybe some part of me wanted to sound serious, but I wanted more s*x.

“Shut up, you dirty h*e!” My eyes dimmed while my body moved forward as he spanked my ass hard, leaving his handprint on my butt cheek. Swiftly, he pulled off my pants, and I felt his hard abs press against my ass. I just wanted him to pierce me hard. He pulled my messy hair, almost ripping it off my head, then he started piercing into my hole.

My eyes rolled backwards, and moans echoed across the room. He picked me up again and took me over to the wall, penetrating me even deeper.

My legs lingered and vibrated as his d**k pierced deep, my boobs swinging in all directions as he pounded me against the wall.

“Make me c*m once, daddy! Your d**k feels so good,” I whispered as my body was thrust up and down. His strong hands gripped my pelvic bone, almost breaking it, but I didn’t want him to stop. His ocean-blue eyes were impossible to resist. As I looked into them, I wanted nothing more than Axel loving me the way I wanted, but the pleasure I was getting from his d**k overshadowed the feeling.

He brought his lips closer to mine, happy I was, thinking he was leaning in for a kiss. His lips slightly brushed against mine. His soft breath grazed my lips. My eyes closed, and my lips opened, ready to feel his on mine.

“You mean nothing to me. You are just a hole that can be replaced anytime.” These were the words that came out of Axel's mouth as his manhood lingered inside me. His warm breath was felt on my lips. His eyes pierced mine, and I couldn’t find any sense of remorse in his expression.

He pulled out, inserting his thumb, index finger, and ring finger inside me. I screamed with pleasure as he twisted his hands inside me. Axel was hitting something inside me that I didn’t know was there. A deep ache tightened my stomach as my head fell back, my arms locking around him. He drew his fingers to his lips, licking my p***y juice off. “You don’t taste that good.” He whispered. He dropped me down and walked away.

I stood there frozen; the room was getting tighter. I gasped for air as I held onto my neck. I held my head and dragged myself against the wall until I reached the ground. Veins popped out of my forehead while I screamed in agony. However, no matter how I screamed, if people ever saw me crying and they seemed concerned, I’d have to find a convincing lie to fool their ears.

“This is the kind of life I chose for myself. The kind of life that will give me what I want but will never provide what I need.”