Axel by Olivia Chase

AXEL
The first time I see her, I know I’m in trouble.
She’s different from any woman I’ve ever met.
Innocent.
And yet I want to take that innocence, defile her. Make her dirty. Make her mine.
I can feel something in my heart start to shatter when I’m with her. This woman is going to sink me hard and fast like the iceberg that took down the Titanic. I have to stop it now, before it gets worse.
Even if I savor the feel of my girl in my arms after she’s come, how warm and soft she is against me. The rich smell of her hair, her skin. How she sighs in her sleep, her lips delicate and parted. The way her fingers twitch to touch my skin when she’s deep in the throes of sleep. Like she’s unconsciously reaching out to grip me. Vulnerable. Sweet. Beautiful.
Or the fact that lying with her, I sleep better than I have in months. Maybe even for years.
The problem is, I’m a Beckett.
I’m not meant to be tied down, not meant to be with one woman. My heart is cold as stone, and I’ve long since given up on finding anyone who I can really trust.
If I care about her even a little bit, I should make sure she stays far away from me.
Because I’m the worst thing that could ever happen to her…

KENDRA
I know what my problem is.
A man.
Someone who confuses me to hell, arouses me, irritates me. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known before.
I’ve never seen such raw masculinity embodied before—muscular and covered in tattoos—compounded by a sexuality that is almost vulgar. His lips are full, always seemingly curled in a smirk.
He’s a bad boy, one hundred percent.
This man is sin incarnate, and I can’t help but want to give in.
I tell myself this is just sex, nothing more. Maybe if I can keep repeating that, I won’t feel more. I don’t want to, anyway. I just want this—the carnal lust crackling between us.
Am I starting to fall for him? And if so, is that insane?
And could I even stop it if I wanted to?
I don’t know any answers. I just know that Axel Beckett is driving me crazy, making me lose myself.
And I sense that being with him could break me into a million pieces, but somehow I have to keep tempting fate. I just hope and pray that maybe, in the end, everyone will be wrong.
Then again, maybe they’re all right, and falling for a Beckett boy is simply a recipe for heartbreak and disaster….