Burning me

Chapter thirteen - Axel

"Like what you see, freckles?" I wiggled my brows up and down as I saw her gulp and stare with big eyes at me. A sinful grin danced on my lips as I felt her little hand slightly squeezing my shoulder.

She licked her lips and bit the lower one as her gaze fell to my tattoo on my collar bone, I assumed. "What does King come from? Don't tell me you're that cocky to say that you consider yourself a king." She removed her hand, using a sarcastic tone.

I chuckled and shook my head. "It's my family name."

She wrinkled her nose and scratched the side, staining her nose with black oil. "Your name is Tristan King?"

"My full name is Axel Tristan King, actually." I shrugged.

She tilted her head on the side, looking at me like she ws solving a puzzle. "You know, Axel suits you better."

"Oh, really?"

She nodded. After giving me my response, she bit her lip and looked at my tattoos. She seemed deep in thought as she continued to chew on her damn lip.

My cock wasn't having it. I had to look away before I slammed my lips on hers and started something I wouldn't have been able to end.

"Can I call you Axel?" She asked, slightly startling me. I blinked a few times and looked at her, seeing the unsureness.

I usually didn't let people call me Axel. Only my family did. My Mom, my Dad and my little siblings. Oh, and my grandparents and aunt and uncle. And cousins. Yeah, that family.

My friends called me Tristan, because I just felt better when the ones who weren't blood called me that. Dwight was the only one who called me Axel, but not in public. If people heard it, they started repeating it.

"Axel?" She gave it a try, snapping me from my thoughts.

Something about the way it rolled off her tongue, it made it sound just right. I couldn't stop but imagine how it would've sounded when she were screaming it in bed.

I smirked at the thought. "Yeah, it sounds good coming from you."

"What'cha mean?" She frowned.

"When I was younger, my colleagues used it to mock me, and it just sounded wrong after. Since then, only my family used it. And Dwight, but rarely." I shrugged. That was also true. Kids could be some mean bitches. Everything they had power over, they turned upside down and made it look ugly.

I did that. Usually with my toys, but that was it.

"That sucks..." She pursed her lips looking down with rose brows. "Well, I feel like I should repay you for sharing that information with me."

I frowned. "What-"

She spread her hand in front of me and smiled sweetly. "My full name is Venera Ysabel Rossetti. Pleasure to meet you, Axel Tristan King."

I couldn't help but smile at the sound of her question. It took me a moment before I had taken her hand in mine, but I did it. I raised it to my lips and kissed her knuckles. "The pleasure it all mine, Ysabel."

A blush covered her cheeks as she looked away, probably embarrassed of her blush. I caressed her cheek with my thumb and tried to find a name for the shade. Too beautiful to not be mentioned...

"What are you... uhm," She gulped, a little flustered by my gesture, "doing?"

I spread my hand on her cheek, feeling her slowly melt in my touch. My lips were set in a firm line as I watched her chew her lip again. I didn't say a word the whole time. My fingers moved in her hair and got tangled as my eyes met hers.