The Night (2)

XAVIER P.O.V

“Fuck! Suck on it…and there… yeah, lick it and suck like I know you fucking want to, bitch!”

I moaned at the sensational feeling surging through me. Jasmine’s a fucking good slut…the way her tongue glides down my dick…

“Get those tongues to my balls and play with them,” I ordered, my voice deep and rough.

“Ahhh…” a breathy moan escaped her as I slapped my cock against her face.

She’s kneeling, hands tied, as I punish her with my cock.

“Use your fucking tongue faster!” I yelled, yanking her hair and pulling her deeper into my length, shoving the full size down her filthy mouth.

Her lips stretched wide, letting my dick slide all the way in. I thrust into her mouth aggressively, owning every inch of her throat.

She was soaking..her juices visibly sliming down her thighs.

“So fucking wet,” I smirked.

She started gagging and I withdrew, groaning as I spilled all over her breasts.

“Now beg me to fuck your pussy, bitch. I know you want it,” I growled, my voice thick with desire.

“Please fuck me,” she whimpered, her voice full of need.

I slapped her cheek with my cock again and a moan slipped from her lips.

“Beg for it like you mean it, slut.”

“Please… fuck me till I can’t walk anymore,” she begged, her desperation leaking from every word.

“On your fours,” I ordered, smirking.

Gripping my rock-hard cock standing proud like a Greek god, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed into her soaking cunt from behind.

A slutty moan ripped from her throat as I drove all the way in.

Then, the door to her sitting room creaked open and a shadow slipped inside…standing frozen.

I smirked.

The image cleared….and there he was.

Drake Houston.

My business rival. My mortal enemy.

The look of pain on his face… Fuck, I could almost taste it.

Yes. His bitch…his precious little obsession…was under me, moaning, dripping, taking my cock like a trained whore. She didn’t even notice his presence. Too busy crying for more.

How poetic.

I noticed him clenching his fists, trembling. A tear slipped down his face.

The mighty Drake Houston, shedding tears? Over a slut like her? How pathetic.

I gave her ass a hard slap, still staring at Drake like a wolf playing with its prey.

“Call me Daddy,” I commanded.

“Da…d-dy,” she gasped, trembling beneath me, begging for more.

I thrusted harder, never breaking eye contact with the door…until Drake’s silhouette disappeared into the shadows.

I smirked in triumph.

With one last stroke, I pulled out and poured every drop of my cum onto the floor.

Slumping back onto the couch, I watched as Jasmine struggled to her feet.

“That was so nice… You’re really good, Xavier,” she purred, pulling a cigarette from her bag.

I smirked, watching her. She was definitely a beauty… but nothing compared to my innocent Isabella.

“You know…” she said, flicking the lighter, “I could never get tired of fucking you. Hope we still keep seeing each other after you get married?”

Her fingers roamed my bare chest.

I raised a brow. “I thought you were dating Drake Houston?”

She scoffed. “I love Drake, but I love your dick more,” she replied, rolling her eyes as I puffed smoke into her face.

“Anyway,” she continued, “why are you marrying some countryside girl? I’ve never even seen her face. You hiding her from the blogs?”

“I like her simple and clueless.”

“She must be dirty and ugly,” Jasmine said, laughing.

That was it. My patience snapped.

I grabbed her by the neck, choking her mid-laugh. She struggled, eyes wide, tears forming.

My vision blurred with red fury. My jaw clenched. My palm itched to destroy something.

She whimpered softly, her pupils dilating as I gripped harder.

Then her tears reached me, and I blinked out of my rage.

I loosened my grip, letting her collapse onto the couch.

“Never speak of her that way again!” I roared, eyes wide and deadly serious.

She gasped, catching her breath, trembling.

I owned Isabella. She was mine. My little flower. No one…especially not a bitch like Jasmine…had the right to even utter her name in vain.

Just thinking of Isabella’s soft voice, her wide innocent eyes… it brought blood rushing back to my cock. I’d been fantasizing about our wedding night for months.

I glanced down at Jasmine beside me. Her body was stiff with fear. I hadn’t meant to hurt her…but she crossed a line.

My phone buzzed on the table.

Unknown number.

I checked the time. 1 a.m.

Who the fuck calls at this hour?

I ignored it.

I checked my call log…10 missed calls from Isabella.

A flicker of worry poked through my chest.

The unknown number rang again.

I picked it up.

“Hello? Yeah…who the fuck is this?”

“...What?”

My whole body froze.

“Isa….”