Page 82 of Love You Like This

“Beg.”

My eyes flash to his. I hate how much wetter this makes me. He hooks his finger inside me and circles the spot inside me that makes me black out with pleasure. I loathe the words that come from my mouth next.

“Please, Xander.”

“Please, Xander, what?” He presses the heel of his palm against my mound, adding even more delectable pressure.

“Fuck.” My head falls back against the wall. “More than your fingers, please.”

“What a good little mess. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He drops to his knees before me and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. My shoe drops to the ground when he grabs my thong and pulls it to the side. I cry out as his mouth closes over me. He moans against me as my fingers grip his hair, pulling him even closer.

He uses his piercing to tease and taunt my clit until my legs begin to shake. When he slides two fingers back inside me, I feel the swell of my orgasm building. The entire world could walk past us right now, and I wouldn’t give a damn. He’s so fucking good at making me come. My skin is damp and dewy from the pleasure he’s wringing from me. My pussy trembles, muscles seizing just before I orgasm and the world falls away.

My eyes fly open when cold air brushes my swollen, wet pussy. I look down to find Xander lowering my leg and fixing my dress. He stands with his lips still glistening from my cunt and smiles down at me, a gleam in his eye.

“You don’t get to come until you admit to yourself and me that you want more than sex.”

He walks to the door and pulls it open. I’m left aching and panting and disheveled as he disappears down the hall. Blood throbs angrily in my center, but a tiny, masochistic part of me smiles at his asshole move.

After a night of fitful sleep and no relief from the tension coiled in my body, I walk up the steps onto the bus. John, our driver, gives me a polite smile and exuberant thanks as I slip a to-go coffee in his cup holder. Our drive today isn’t as long as the previous, but who doesn’t love free caffeine?

I had assumed I’d be first on this morning, but Xander has beaten me out here. He smirks as I walk past him, looking anywhere but in his direction. Had I known he was on already, I would have waited to get on.

“Morning, Freckles.”

I continue to ignore him and walk back to the bunks to toss my purse onto my bed. I grab my phone and iPad and walk back up to the front to do some work. His aura of smug satisfaction suffocates me as he sits on the couch, relaxed as fuck.

I shove all of my annoyance deep inside, so he can’t see how irritated I am. Had he not somehow gotten access to my room and removed the batteries from my favorite vibrator, I wouldn’t be so pissed. It was the first thing I wanted to do when I got back to the room last night. To ease the frenzied need he stoked inside me. Instead, I stripped and got myself comfortable in the sheets that still smelled like him only to try to turn on the pink wand and find it dead.

Part of me wanted to rage. But that’s what he wants, a reaction. I’m dead set on not giving him one. If he thinks I’ll bend to his will, he’s forgotten who I am.

I open the group chat to talk through everything but reconsider. Amber would lose her mind if she knew I slept with him. So I close out of the chat and open my message thread with Steph. Plus, even though it’s early in LA, I know she’ll be up getting the twins ready.

You’re not going to believe what Xander did

Steph

What?

Stole the batteries from my vibrator

Steph

Why would he do that?

Because he’s a deviant little bitch

Steph

Right

The spawn of Satan sent to torment me for mistakes in my past lives

Steph

Seriously though, why did he do that?