The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

AXEL

HOURS AGO…

On the way to the hotel, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. How vulnerable she had seemed, how affections were new to her. I never liked Vera, but after seeing how she treated Rosette, I wanted to make her suffer.

When I got to the hotel, the valet was already there to take my keys, bowing like I was some sort of royalty.

“Take care of her,” I said as I headed inside.

“Sir Axel,” the receptionist shrieked when she saw me, immediately on her feet. And that was how she got the attention of the staff and some people who were booking rooms on me.

“Sir Axel,” they said, once again bowing. I resisted the urge to groan, offering tight smiles.

So my father owned the hotel, big deal. My brothers and I had suites in the hotel, so the receptionist immediately gave me the keys to mine.

“No one is to come to my rooms until I call,” I said, walking away, not saying more than that.

When I got to the room, I rested against the door, releasing a breath. This was going to be a long night. I brought the bottle of meds out of my coat pocket, looking at it like it disgusted me–it actually does disgust me.

The meds were designed to help us but I felt it was more of a curse than a blessing. It dulled my senses anytime I took it, making me open and vulnerable. And the days after that, when the effects slowly fade, it makes me feel like I was a drug addict suffering from withdrawal symptoms. It does somehow help when we rut, but barely. But we still took it. It was better to be in pain than to be in insufferable pain.

It was going to be a long week. But I just needed to get past tonight, and the worst would be over.

I woke up with my body burning, covered head to toe in sweat, panting, my breathing harsh. I threw the blanket off me, immediately reaching for my meds. I barely managed to open it with how badly my hands were shaking.

When I finally got it opened, the bottle fell, the pills all over the floor.

“Fuck sake,” I cursed, reaching for the drugs my hand could reach and just throwing them into my mouth, not caring about the number. The more the better.

I immediately felt the effects kicking in, my senses dulling and my head clouding until it felt like I was floating in clouds.

I hated it.

But my body was still so damn hot and sweaty. And I couldn’t stop shaking. So I pushed myself off the bed, immediately regretting that when I stood and the whole room spun, taking me with it.

I fell, my knees cracking as they hit the rug hard. I didn’t feel that pain; the pain I felt was internal—a hot and scorching pain. And I could also feel how hard my dick was. So hard it was painful.

I could no longer get on my feet so I had to crawl to the bathroom, and even that was hard. I felt like I was dragging myself through burning snow, it stung and it slowed me down.

My vision was blurry and I barely saw where I was going so I hit my door on the bathroom. And that was the last straw. I punched the door, breaking the poor thing off the hinges, sending it flying. It hit the wall, falling on the floor.

I forced myself up to my feet, holding the door frame to support myself. I waited until it no longer felt like I was standing on the ceiling before I entered the bathroom.

I found the shower and turned it on, resting my back on the wall and sliding down until I was sitting on the cold floor. But I didn’t even feel the sting of the cold, because I was burning. It felt like I was in boiling oil, and I didn’t even feel the cold water pouring down on me. It felt hot.

It felt good. It felt so damn good that I was cumming even before I knew it, roaring so loud I was sure the whole hotel could hear me. My whole body shook as I kept cumming, the shower washing the evidence of my pleasure away.

“Impossible.”

I managed to drag myself to the bathroom where I picked up about ten pills from the floor where they had fallen, throwing them into my throat. But instead of the instant relief I was supposed to feel… I only felt my senses dulled. Nothing else.

And then my stomach lurched, and I turned my head, throwing up on the rug. I cried out when another wave of pain washed over me, lying on the ground as I curled into a ball, tears running down my face, squeezing my eyes shut.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

That was all I could feel. All I could think of.

I was going to die. I was definitely going to die this time. And that would have been prevented if I could just have sex with Rosette.

My eyes snapped open. Rosette. She… she could help me. She could take this pain away. She could. And she might act cold but I know she’d be willing to help me.

It took a lot of pain and grunting, but I finally managed to get on my feet. But when I did, I bent over and threw up again, this time more intensely than the last.

I felt sorry for the person who was going to clean this room.

barely remembered putting on clothes. Barely remembered taking the elevator and going down to the reception. Barely remembered people moving out of my way and looking at me with fear and concern.

I barely remembered saying “Keys,” to the receptionist and she handed it to me with shaking hands. I didn’t even remember driving. I was like I blacked out, and when I came into life again, I was standing in her room, looking down on her as I watched her sleep.