He looks like a fucking god. He’s beautiful and the fact he’s buried deep inside me right now, taking something that no one else will ever get from me, is purifying. The need to watch him come undone is overwhelming. Our moans can be heard by anyone in the house and I don’t give a fuck, I want everyone to know what he is doing to me.
“I want you to come inside me.” His brows bunch in surprise but his tempo doesn’t falter at my demand. I want to feel every part of him. “Shit, Xaden,” I pant when he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit.
“One more, Tink. I want that cum covering my cock.” His crude words have me moaning. I can’t fight him. It feels too fucking good. When he slams into me with the force of a fucking car, I cry out. “That’s right, let them hear you. I want them to know you’re mine.”
His possessiveness has me panting and moaning like a wanton bitch and yeah, I might be, but only for him.
“Xaden, I’m gonna come.”
“Now, come with me.” And we do, I come with his name on my lips and relish the sound of him calling outTinkas he comes deep inside my pussy, filling me up with his release. Both of usare panting and trembling from our ecstasy. He’s still burrowed inside me and I fucking love the feeling of him inside me.
After a minute, he eases out of me, making me whimper. He climbs off the bed and I suddenly feel open and vulnerable, but then he reaches out a hand for me. This time I place my own in his without hesitation. He helps me off the bed and to my feet. I flinch in pain. He leads me across his room and pushes open the door to his ensuite. I marvel at the opulence of it. He has his own spa in here and I am fucking jealous.
He sees me eyeing it then sighs. “Take a bath. I got to head out.” My brows slam together in confusion.
“You’re leaving?” I hate that I can hear the hurt in my own voice.
When I look up at him, I want to cry. Gone is the look of the attentive lover who just made me see stars and kept his promise of blanking my mind of everything except him. He’s now back to the Xaden who says mean shit to hurt me and make my life hell.
“Yeah, got shit to do,” is all he says before he pulls the door closed behind himself and leaves me standing here, alone. I look and cringe at the sight of blood coating my inner thighs. As good as a bath sounds right now, I refuse to soak in my own blood so a shower will have to do.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
XADEN
Cas and I pull up out front of Lorenzo’s. The old man has been blowing my phone up. I’m forty minutes late for this meeting and I don’t give a fuck. Cas tosses me the duffle bag as we step out of the car. I shoot him a grin and wag my brows.
“You’re a sick son of a bitch, ya know that?” The humor in his tone is present.
“Yeah, I fucking am,” I agree as we step inside Lorenzo's house. I ignore all his guards, knowing they are only here for show as I make my way toward his office with Cas right on my heels. The second we step inside, my father snaps his head up to glare at me. I can tell he is wanting to rip me in half with his words but he won’t do that in front of Masen and his bitch of a father, Steven. I motion for Cas to take a seat on the sofa. Masen shoots him a glare but says nothing as I round the desk to stand beside my father. I shoot both Kellars a smile.
“You’re late,” Steven grits out. I want to smash the cunt’s teeth down his fucking throat, but manage to refrain when the memory of what I just did hits me. I keep my smile in place as I answer.
“I know, I did try to get here earlier but my girlfriend was emotional?—”
“She isn’t your fucking girlfriend!” Masen roars. The moment his father snaps his head toward him and snarls, I know I have them right where I want them.
“Watch your mouth!” Steven hisses.
Masen keeps his focus on me as he answers his father. “The prick thinksTorenis his girlfriend.” I feel Steven’s eyes on me but I refuse to look away from Masen, we’re locked in a battle of wills right now and I’ll be damned if I let that little cocksucker win!
“I don’t think it, Masey boy, I fucking know it,” I taunt. Cas chuckles just to be a prick and drive my point home. Masen leaps to his feet and slams his hands down on the desk, making both our fathers snap but we ignore them.
“You fucking touch her?—”
“And you’ll what?” I bite back with venom in my tone. “Face it, you left her. I found her and now she’s with me.”
“She would never let the likes of you touch her.”
Bingo!
I smile so fucking wide Masen’s face scrunches. I lift the duffle bag and dump it on the desk.
“I brought you a surprise,” I say in a sweet tone that has his face slackening. Masen looks from the bag to me then back again. He’s trying to act unaffected but I can smell the fear wafting off him in waves. He probably thinks his sister’s head is in there.
“Open the damned thing,” Steven barks. Masen slowly reaches out and begins to open the bag. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, it’s making me hard seeing how fucking terrified he is. That little fuck wasn’t made for this life. Taking him down is going to be so fucking easy thanks to the blonde at my house.
When he opens the bag and begins to pull the sheet out he frowns until he sees the blood. He drops it and leaps back a step. Anger sparks in his eyes and I relish the look, begging himwithout words to make a move and come for me so I can end him right here, right now.
