He makes me feel things I’ve never experienced. He is like a drug, making me high on his touch and addicted to his praise. I don’t know how to stop myself from wanting him.
“Well, Brenda didn’t get the message,” I say.
“I don’t give a fuck what she wants. And you shouldn’t either. Right now, you need to be concerned with what I want.”
“What’s that?”
“So many things… but you can start by telling me what happened last night.” He tightens his hold on me. It’s not enough to hurt me, but it gets my attention. “If you’re planning on lying to me, don’t.”
“If you already know, then why the hell are you asking me?”
“Because I want to hear it from you.”
My heart pounds furiously in my chest, drowning out my shallow breaths. I’m not sure if Xavier wants me to tell him about Eric assaulting me or that I hung out with Ben and got drunk. Both things are sure to piss him off. Well, more than he already is.
“I got drunk,” I say, choosing the lesser of the two evils. “Is that what you want to hear?”
Xavier doesn’t move. His breathing remains even and his gaze steady. If it weren’t for the slight clenching of his jaw, I wouldn’t know he’s affected by what I said.
“You put yourself at risk,” he says. “If anything were to happen to you…”
He slides his fingers from my jaw, across my cheek, and weaves them through my hair. He grips the strands until I gasp from discomfort. And arousal.
With his free hand, he traces my lips, one then the other. “What to do about your disobedience…”
I glare up at him. “If you want an apology, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Oh, I’ll be coming, all right.” He abruptly releases me and slides from the bed. Standing with his legs shoulder-width apart and his arms crossed, he watches me. “Get up.”
The look is a silent warning that has a shiver running through me. Xavier watches the tremor, and a slow smile spreads across his face. My throat goes dry.
“Now, Delilah.”
His firm tone has heat pooling in my lower belly. I climb out of the bed, careful not to touch him. Because the minute I do, my body will take over, and it’ll surrender to him.
“On your knees, bride.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “What are you going to do?”
“Fuck your mouth. Unless you prefer I take that tight pussy of yours? Given the mood I’m in, I’ll wreck it.”
“Xavier, wait.” I fist my hands by my sides, my body trembling. I can’t discern if it’s from anticipation or unease. “Why are you doing this?”
“I warned you that you’d learn exactly what happens when you don’t listen to me. And you said, ‘can’t fucking wait.’”
He takes a step forward, backing me up against the edge of the bed. His body crowds mine, and his scent wraps around me, overwhelming my senses. He lowers his head until his mouth is next to my ear.
“You still looking forward to getting fucked, Delilah?”
Chapter 47
DELILAH
Idig my nails into my palms, indecision warring within me. Xavier can overpower me in an instant, but does that mean I shouldn’t fight him? The truth is I don’t want to.
Xavier wanting me is something I can’t walk away from.
When I sink to my knees, his gaze flares with lust. “That’s my good girl,” he says, his voice rough.
