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Being wrapped up in Xander’s arms—safe—and watching a similar scene that happened to me sends impulses to my brain to run from him. Make him chase me the same way. This time it would be different. I’m with someone I trust, right?

“It’s just… very hot in here,” I reply, though it sounds more like a whine.

His hand travels down, down, down my front. Fingertips caressing my skin, sending thousands of little lightning bolts throughout me. He reaches the hem of my lace thong and slides his fingers under the band. Just enough to tease that spot that’s currently growing with impatience.

“Is it? Because the air con is on.” His voice has a teasing lilt to it, like he knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly what I’m feeling. “Does the thought of her running for her life excite you?” he murmurs.

I moan in response as his hand continues travelling lower, his arm holding me immobile. He doesn’t stop his descent. He swipes his fingers along my slit and pulls them out, holding them in front of my face with the evidence of my arousal.

He makes a humming sound low in his throat as he puts his fingers in his mouth and flicks his tongue along them. “Your fear tastes delicious, Angel.”

Oh, fuck.

His hard length settles in between my ass cheeks as his hand finds its way back to the aching spot between my thighs.

“Keep watching,” he whispers as he pulls my thong to the side and thrusts one of his fingers inside. I moan at the contact and press myself harder into him. He hisses.

He starts a slow rhythm of sliding his finger in and out. My eyes find the TV again as the woman spots a hiding spot inside the house.

A second finger joins the first, and he cups my clit with his hand, applying pressure as he continues to pump his fingers. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, and I moan at the sensations and his heavy breathing filling my ears.

“You like that?” he pants, his hand movements quickening.

Ghostface finds the woman, and they resume the chase.

I wiggle my arm out from underneath him and grab his cock through his joggers. My hand doesn’t even cover the size of him. He groans as I gently squeeze around it.

Ghostface is gaining on the woman now, and there’s no way she’s making it out alive. Xander’s palm starts rubbing quick circles around my clit, and pressure builds low in my stomach. I close my eyes and throw my head back into his chest, moaning.

“Keep watching,” he growls as his arm works to drive me to the edge.

I flutter my eyes open, catching the sight of the veins popping out of his forearm, twitching with every movement.

“Fuck,” I cry.

“Eyes on the TV.”

I watch as Ghostface finally catches up to the woman, stabbing her right in the heart.

“Such a good girl.”

My walls clench around Xander’s fingers, and my hand squeezes his cock as my orgasm floods my system. I moan out his name as my pussy throbs. I convulse as he lets me ride out the rest of my orgasm.

Chapter 40

Xander

“You made a mess of my fingers, Angel.”

She moans absentmindedly as I pull my fingers out of her. Her grip on my cock loosens as she comes down from her high.

And as much as I’d love to keep her here and derive every bit of pleasure I can from her, I can’t stop thinking about her with my cock in her mouth.

Pushing myself off the sofa, I climb over her heated body and stand in front of her. Grabbing both of her ankles in my hand, I swing her legs over the back of the sofa. Her head hangs off the edge, her honey hair flowing down towards the floor. I watch her chest rising and falling rapidly as I kneel in front of her and pull my joggers down to my knees.

My cock lines up with the length of her throat, the tip reaching to the divot between her collarbones, and for a second, I rethink this idea. I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle it.

Without hesitation, her hand wraps around the base of my cock, her perfectly manicured nails shining with the reflection of the TV.