Chapter 1

Society; who fucking needs it? I've worked so hard & actually had fun doing it. Seriously, how many people can actually say that? I'll tell you; not too many.

I own an island, waking up to the crashing waves is honestly amazing. Did I mention the 6'4 Greek god that ravishes me every night? Okay so maybe I'm omitting a bit; I don't actually own the island, it's more of a prison situation. He's not a Greek god, he's a hell hound & he certainly doesn't confine himself to ravishing me at night only. Anyway, I might be stuck here but that doesn't mean I should limit myself. Stars' sake, I'm pretty.

How I got on this island is whole different story, long too. Who has the time? Let's just say I was a badass assassin & I had a bit of a temper back then. They say it finally caught up with me, but really? That's the excuse I get for being underappreciated?

I mean fucking really? I helped a lot of people, they needed me. They put out the contracts, I executed. Now I'm the bad guy? That bloody Rhysand, I can't believe he didn't even plead my case or even think to warn me? That motherfu- "Talking to yourself again, lass?" All thoughts cease at the sound of that deep voice. I turn around at that, standing there with a smirk on his gorgeous face. Warm ivory skin, shiny black hair that's almost blue, the lightest clear honey brown eyes I've ever seen & an atheletic build. That is a whole ass man. Oh, I deserve. "Axel, you know I need to self cleanse all this bad energy.' I mutter. "Lass, it's been 9 years." he complains. I honestly feel like Axel doesn't appreciate my badassery. I need to cleanse all this bad energy. Like completely purge it all.

'You know you really are cuter in your hellhound form. Axel I need to be ready when the time comes, they all need to pay. Especially that traitorous Rhysand. All of them." I grumble out. Rhys & I were inseperable, we did everything together. Sure, he was a grumpy hardass sometimes. A cave man if you will, but he was my cave man. Then he just left me out to dry.

"Lana, love you know I'll help you purge all your demons-"as he gets closer & sits me on his lap. I wiggle, trying to find a better position & he groans. "Don't need your help hell boy." I grind out choosing to ignore my arousal. What did I say about him not respecting my being a badass? I have an image to uphold. "Don't I know it, lass. But, I could think of so many other ways to cleanse your bad energy. Like maybe, my tongue in certain places; our bodies in certain positions that will make you purge it all. All those positions, lass." His voice drops to almost a growl & that's when I lose all control. He turns me around faster than humanly possible' then I'm straddling him. Sitting on top of his long, hard length. Wetter than a fucking lake. He pulls at my bikini top strings, my breasts spring free. Sea breeze and sex in the air, he sniffs the air appreciatively, smelling my arousal. His pupils dilate, irises turning bright red, he narrows his gaze and growls "Sit on my face, lass." His Aussie accent stronger than ever. Licking my plump lips, my purple irises meeting his red gaze. Voice breathy & huskier than usual, I whisper "Fuck, yes."

All of a sudden, I feel like I'm being sucked back, not the kind of sucking I was looking forward to. No, I actually feel like I'm being vacuumed from this island. Then a portal opens, bloody hell. It's not time yet. I am literally the face of turmoil; see in dictionary under the word 'turmoil' my face is right there. At this point there's a raging hurricane. "Axel?" I shout. Despair marring his beautiful face "Lass?"