I Rewired My Psycho CEO's Twisted Mind

Lay With Me!

Meave’s POV

My eyes were glued to Axel as he stormed back and forth in our room. I perched on the edge of the bed, watching him pace, his presence making my heart race. He was shirtless, and let me tell you, those strong arms and chiseled chest were a sight to behold.

His slim, muscular figure and his abs were mind-blowing, making it nearly impossible for me to concentrate on his words. I caught myself almost drooling, completely lost by the way the rays of sunlight entering our room shined on his dark olive skin. His muscles flexed with every step he took. It was a battle between my mind and my gaze, and my gaze was definitely winning.

“Hey!” he shouted right in my face, making my eyes go wide. “Are you even listening to me?” His brow arched.

“I already said I was sorry about what went down at my party! Honestly, it’s your employees’ fault.” I folded my arms, looking like a little child caught in a tantrum.

“Her name is Helen! You have no right to disrespect her. Besides, you are unemployed and lazy. You should be the last person to judge anyone,” he yelled.

Why was Axel so worked up over something so small? I wondered, “Is something going on between them?” A voice whispered to me.

“Look slut! If you think for a second that you have a solid foundation in Bernard’s name, then you must be the biggest fool I’ve ever met. I don’t joke with the people that add substance to my life. So the next time you pick a fight with one of my models, I will send you off to your wretched background,” his voice boomed.

“You weren’t even at the party…I..I,” I tried to explain to myself, but he immediately shut me out, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

“I’m well known, okay? Don’t make me regret picking you out of that slum you used to live in.” His words were cold and cutting, and I felt my eyes fill with tears.

It stung to hear him say those mean things again, a painful reminder of how he often belittled me. I hoped things would be different once time went on.

My head hung low as I desperately tried to keep the tears at bay, but they flowed anyway.

“You know you turn me on when you cry,” he said, and I could hardly believe my ears. He leaned in closer, his fingers brushing against my chin as he lifted my face to meet his gaze.

I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself as he stared deep into my eyes with those mesmerizing ocean blue orbs, his lips biting down compellingly.

I couldn’t deny that his charms were weaving their magic. He stood back up, his movements confident as he began to undo his belt. My ears couldn’t help but wonder why my heart was pounding so fast.

“Wait…! He hurt me, and now he wants to jump into bed with me right away?!” Those words roared in my mind, but I couldn’t let them escape my lips. I had no idea what that could lead to, and honestly, I wasn’t ready to give up that fabulous life I had.

As my tears slowly dried, I found myself captivated by the sight of him undoing his belt. There was something about Axel; every sultry move he made sent shivers down my spine. Unable to resist any longer, I called out from the bed, pulling him closer as I was about to lock my lips with his. He pushed me, my back hitting the sheet as a high-pitched moan escaped my lips.

He crawled on the bed, kneeling over me. My eyes wandered over his glistering abs, and as I reached for his boxers, he slapped my hands off. "I choose how I want to play with your body. You answer to daddy’s instructions.”

“I’m sorry if I've been a bad girl. My p***y is throbbing for you. Please can I be chanced to make a request,” I whispered, his jawline angrier than ever as my body thrust forward periodically while I was trapped between his legs. Axel froze, didn’t say a word, and kept glaring at me with no emotion.

My horny self thought that was a green light. My finger slowly played on his hard, hairy thighs. Still, I got no reaction from him. Then they continued their journey until they reached the hem of his black leather boxers. His fat c**k curled up in those boxers made my P***y even wetter.

"Get your filthy hands off me!” He smacked my hands off and ripped my skirt off. I was wearing a red G-string. Spread my legs open. I heard my pelvic bone crack at that moment.

“I do what I want with your body, and when your hole becomes slightly less tight, I will dispose of you like a used tissue,” he whispered, but weirdly enough, I was turned on by his harsh words. My P***y licked more the harsher his words got.

He slid down until his face was leveled with my c**t, and I grabbed tightly onto my boobs as I got ready for the ride. Once his lips made contact with my c**t, I screamed, and my fingers left my boobs. They buried into the sheet.

His lips flickered against my c**t while my G-string was still on, my eyes rolled behind my head, and I felt the instant urge to press his head against my p***y, but I resisted. He liked control, and him choosing to eat me out was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, so I wasn’t ready to risk it.

However, Axel didn’t suck. He just kept flickering, and then it dawned on me: it was my punishment, but that didn’t stop me from moaning. At least the p***y flickering made me feel like I mattered, even if it was just a facade.

"Please, Axel, just let me enjoy myself for once. Please suck my p****y! You have teased me enough!” I whimpered as my pelvic bone thrust back and forth, hoping to get more of it.

Suddenly, I felt a slap on my p****y. “You fool, you think I would want to suck you? That is too intimate, and you clearly don’t deserve it.” He stood and walked out of the room.

There we go again, my fiancé starving me of my rights.