LOGINXavier 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
JaxHe put the key in, turned, and opened the door. Peeking in first, he made sure no one was in there and then he gestured for Mia to go in ahead of him, just in case someone had been following them.“Everything is going to be okay,” He said it more to himself than Mia as he pulled her toward him. “Thank you, Jax.” She leaned her head against his chest. “Thank you.”“For what?”“Everything.”“I think we should be thanking Nyx.”The door shut behind them. The storm raged outside. Inside they stood in each other’s arms, catching their breath. Wet from the rain, our shirts and jeans stuck to our bodies. The world seemed lighter on his shoulders. No Xavier. No game. No plotting or racing after her.They weren’t far enough from him, but he knew they would be. He knew that everything was almost over. He knew that this moment right here would be the beginning of more peaceful moments where a storm might rampage and their enemies might wait for their demise but if they held each other, t
JaxWas Mia okay?Maddening chaos had erupted. He held Nyx’s letter in his hand. The shots came right as he finished it. He’d been on the ground like she’d instructed, but his mind was all over the place. Outside his door sounded like a war of mass destruction.He’d never been a soldier, but he bet he had a good idea what one dealt with. There’d been explosions and gun shots. Men screamed. Bodies crashed into the ground. He’ll never be able to hear a firecracker again and not jump.Whistles rang. Nyx had said that she would whistle when she was fine. Each time something detonated, his heart stopped and he waited for the longest seconds of his life to hear the sweet sound of her whistle. Each time he heard her, he thanked the merciful God above them for getting Mia and him out of here.Nyx had enclosed a key with the letter that said room 69. An odd room number to pick in such a serious situation, but he had no critiques with her help. It could’ve been room 666 and he would’ve be
JaxThe next day, the storm hadn’t come yet but it was on its way. The clouds darkened in the sky and blocked out the sun. Cold wind whipped the trees back and forth, dragging branches across the island and dropping them into the surrounding waters.The scent of oncoming rain clung to the air. Off
XavierHe wasn’t Xavier. He wasn’t Chills. He was a stranger even to himself. A figment. An imposter. A ghost. Sometimes a killer. Other times a spy. But always a monster.Had he really loved Mia so long ago, he would’ve told her to run. But in the end, he loved himself more and didn’t want to be
Jax“I’m falling in love with you.” He shoved her dress up. “I’m falling in love with you and I fucking love the feeling.”“But Jax. . .” Her words danced on gasps as he ripped at her panties. “But. . .we can’t. . .right now.”“I’m falling in love with you and I’m going to tear down everything that
MiaShe leaned against the wall near the window, barely able to keep standing. If Mia had any tears left to cry, they would’ve come. But she’d shed them all over the attack and the images blasting on the screen. And Xavier couldn’t even look at the TV. He’d stiffened himself into a numb state and h







