ログインNyxThe others didn’t catch my eye like the woman. Maybe it was because she looked so badass. Perhaps, it was because I wasn’t used to seeing many women ready to stand against dangerous men. Therefore, I held on to any perceived role model I could find.“She’s going to win, Papa.”He smiled. “She certainly will last longer than most of them.”I crunched on more popcorn. “You don’t think she’ll win?”“I’m not certain. But, never mind. I want you to look at the last man.” He pointed to a younger Xavier, probably just turned eighteen or nineteen, but he could’ve been no older.He wore boots, black pants, and strips of armor over his chest that held knives. Even so small then, muscle carved cuts around every inch of his arms. He looked like my dolls—waxy, bulgy soldiers that gripped kastane swords in their huge hands. His gaze didn’t have the sharpened edge that it held now. Back then, they held fear—pure unadulterated fear. Now that I thought of it, that arena could’ve been the place th
Xavier She was too skilled which meant she was in my community. I didn’t know how much she knew about me, but she had to die.“Do you have someone that would want your safe return?” she asked. “And give me a big reward.”“Yes, but that’s not why you’ve kidnapped me. Jax will give you more than enough money. You kept me because you think I have secrets that can give you power.”She continued to crouch on the night stand and study me. “Do you?”“What do you think?”“You’re Hundun. You’re the man of many disguises. No one knows what you really look like.”“That secret right there.” I frowned. “Is why I will have to kill you.”“Then, why tell me your name was Hundun?”“Because I’d already decided to kill you when I told you.” I reached over slowly to touch her face. She grabbed my wrist. I barely saw her hand move and then my fingers were clamped in her. A hard hold.A grip like a steel vise. Fast, too. Possibly quicker than me. This should be interesting. And then she stuck another da
Xavier Recognition and fear flashed in her eyes. “Very close, but that still is not your real name.”“That name died.”Her warm breath brushed against my lips. “Let’s bring it back to life.”“No.” I tried to twist away from her, but she just clamped me right there. The more I moved, the tighter her grip became until I couldn’t even turn or lift my arm.It was like fighting in a straightjacket made of steel. Good-smelling steel. Soft and sensual steel but hard and stubborn, just the same.It didn’t help that I was naked and her clothed. Our bodies warmed against each other. And there was no stretch in her. She was too well-trained for me to get out of it. I gave up after a few seconds and laughed. What would The Eight say to my being pinned down, butt-naked on the floor with a tiny woman over me?Hundun is done.She leaned her head to the side and studied me. “I like your laugh.”“What else do you like about me?”“A lot.”“My cock?”She widened her eyes and loosened her grip on me. It
XavierI jumped up from the bed. The sheets and pillows fell from me, falling onto the floor. She appeared caught off guard. Apparently, a fan of Catwoman had come to pay me a visit. She wore a mask and didn’t have her coat on this time. Just her simple superhero gear. That tight, black bodysuit left nothing to the imagination.Every curve was revealed as the dark fabric hugged her generous body. Skin tight. I almost wished she’d put a letter on her chest to give me a clue about her name.She had on black boots with thick heels at the end and silver hooks at the tips. Had I been a good man, I would’ve decided not to kill her. She was a sight of athletic beauty, yet all female. Every curve of muscle had feminine softness. She should’ve been on a pedestal somewhere being prayed to and fed grapes.Too bad you fucked with me.“Good morning.” I launched a sweeping kick and caught her in the midsection. “How do you like your coffee?”She groaned and crashed to the ground.“Or are you a te
XavierI woke up groggy in a strange bed. I blinked my hurt eyes and realized that I had no clothes on. Past events drifted in blurry images in and out of my mind like the hazy fog of a storm-riddled morning. Where am I?I lifted my head up off my pillow. My limbs were sore. It hurt to even move my neck. I felt like I’d just been in a battle for my life and I couldn’t remember why.Whatever happened, it can’t be that bad or I wouldn’t have woken up at all.The bedroom was full of gloom, except for a narrow slash of light which snuck through the gap between my curtains to fall right on my face. The rest of the space was dark. I couldn’t make out anything else.Even though I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t want to leave. The sheets and pillows comforted me. The scent of Jasmine drifted from the silk. The bed rocked from side to side on its own. I’m on a boat. I lay my head back on the pillow and stared at the shadows dancing on the ceiling.Who has me and where are we going?Cut-up
JaxMore thunder rumbled. The raindrops didn’t lessen their tribal beat. Wind whipped all over. I could see the trees violently wagging around outside. Shadows danced all around the room.I hovered above Mia as she lay on the bed.“What’s on your mind?” she whispered and tried to sit up.I tenderly pushed her back down. “Xavier was right.”Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off. My cock ached to be inside of her. It took no time to get out of my boxer briefs and back on the bed with her. “Jax? What are you talking about? What do you mean Xavier was right?”My cock pointed at her, ready to be enveloped within her wet flesh. “You’re always safer as my wife.”“Maybe.”“I’m not joking about marriage.”She sighed. “I know.”“I want this soon.”“How soon?”“Within the year.” “Can we at least get away from Xavier and make sure we’re safe first?”“Yes, and then wedding invitations.”She rolled her eyes. “Priorities.”“Says the woman naked and on the bed waitin
Mia's diary I loved the way he said my name. It sounded nasty, as if he stroked the tip of his dick when he whispered it. “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “Those beautiful gray eyes of yours are rippling like water.”My brain won over my mind. “I just met you.”“Can I take you out tomorro
Xavier They would have to hurry. Tick Tock.His limo moved through the streets with ease. Miami’s sun battered on the pavement with no time for release in sight. People could’ve cooked out here. Just cracked their eggs on the pavement, brought a spatula, and flipped the eggs over in a few second
Xavier “I don’t like the jeans and shirt.” he cleared his throat. “And before you yell, I didn’t vote for Trump. I just hate the shirt. It’s too crass.”She turned his way. “What the fuck are you doing?”“The dress is a gift. I chose red instead of. . .green. I figured you would like it. Chinese b
MiaStop it. No more sex with this one.“Are you done washing or should I wait?” she directed her attention to her feet so he wouldn’t continue to distract her.“Come here.”“Jax, I can’t, so let’s just leave it at that.”“Then help me with something.” The shower shut off. His footsteps sounded rig