All Chapters of The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the rose was…“Axel,” I whispered as I slowly bent and picked up the box and the rose. I raised it to my nose, inhaling and his voice filled my head. “A rose for my Rose.” A lump formed in my throat. God, I missed him. I missed his silliness and his ridiculous words that left me heated. I missed how he looked at me. How he… How he touches me. I missed him. But I saw none of that Axel when I looked into his eyes last night.I took the box inside, eager to see what was inside. I opened it, and quickly read the note, but my face fell when I read the content. “A little gift from your new next-door neighbor,” it reads. “I hope you enjoy it. I find the smell of the sea comforting, and I decided to share that comfort.” I dropped the note and looked into the box. It was a candle. A large, scented candle. I lit it, sitting carefully on the couch and wincing, but that pain immed

AXEL I hoped my heart wouldn't stop before this was over. With the speed it was beating, it was possible. But if it did stop, I would find to come back from the dead, and claim this moment. Last night, I hadn't really been myself, so when I kissed her, I really didn't kiss her. But now with her lips on mine, it felt like life was being poured into me. I could breathe well again. And the more I kissed her, the more her lips were on mine, it felt like that part of me that was slowly rotting was seeing light again. My hand found its way into her hair, feeling how soft it was. She kissed me back just as fiercely, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Just for tonight,” I breathed as I broke the kiss, kissing her jaw, her neck. “Just for tonight, let me kiss you, let me feel you, let me worship you. Just to have the strength to face these ten days.” My hand slipped under her shirt, feeling her skin. “Let me feel your soft skin again.” I bit her neck and she moaned, pressing he

“Mark me?” I whispered breathlessly, the whisper turning into a moan as Axel slammed into me, grunting. “Claim me?” “Yes,” he breathed as he released my hands, running his hand through my body down to my leg. He caressed my leg before he raised it, bending it in half, while he leaned down, his chest resting on mine. “Yes, Rosette. A thousand fucking yes.” “What does that mean, Axel?” I asked softly, my nails raking through his back, my eyes fixed on his. “Tell me. Please.” He watched me, his eyes soft, yet so intense. “It means I would bite you,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing my neck before he bit down gently, thrusting slowly but deep. I moaned his name, my nails digging into his neck. “It means I’ll leave my mark on you. But it’s so much more than that, lover. So much. You would be mine through and through.” “Isn't that what you just did? You bit my neck.” He chuckled, but the sound was dark. “Not even close, sweet girl.” He pulled away, grabbing my second leg and ben

“Who the fuck are you?” I asked the man through my teeth, my anger rising and my chest heaving, the rose snapping. The man tilted his head, giving me a once-over. He was dressed in jeans and a faded T-shirt, but he was good-looking. Was this Rosette’s type? “And who are you?” he repeated my question. I tried to stay calm, I really did, but these days, that wasn't my strong suit. I grabbed him by the chest, pushing him inside with my fist raised, ready to rain down blows on him. I didn't care who he was anymore; what I cared about was what he was doing at my woman’s house. He struggled against me, trying to get my hand off his chest, grunting like a fucking animal, but it was no use. My grip on him was firm. My fist was about to land on his stupid face when Rosette’s voice stopped. “Axel, no!” I paused, my fist just barely an inch from his jaw. I raised my head, my eyes landing on her wide ones. “Stop,” she whispered. “Let h

Axel let go of my hand, walked to the center table, and picked up the broken rose. He walked back to me, a soft smile on his face as he slipped the rose into my hair, stepping back with his hands on his hips to admire his work. “There. It’s complete now.” “What’s your obsession with roses anyway?” I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He held my hand again, interlocking our fingers and we left the house. “They remind me of someone,” he finally answered as we walked over to his apartment. “Someone beautiful, a little dangerous, and impossible to forget.” He brought out his car keys, unlocking the car. I looked over at him. “How am I dangerous?”He gave me a teasing look. “I never said it was you.” I rolled my eyes. He held the car door open for me, and as I entered, I couldn't help but think about the beginning, how I was against him holding the door open for me, but now it just felt so normal.