LOGIN~Avelyn ~What just happened?My brain failed to catch up with how fast things escalated. I had it under control, I was enduring it. At least I believed I could. But that was before I became a panting mess in Xander’s bed, crawled before the monster in front of me. The look on his face right now made me wanna puke. He didn’t even have this expression when Kyle was shot and I thought that was the height of his satisfaction.I watched him take one more step until his knees hit the edge of the bed but I wasn’t concerned about that. No, something far more cynical caught by attention. The jingle of the items in his hands stole my breath.There was a collar and cuffs, then my gaze moved to the whip in his right hand, wasn’t that used for animals?My eyes shot up at once and his eyes looked like they’d been locked on mine for a long time watching me process the situation. I wonder if the fear in my eyes gave him unimaginable pleasure.“You’re sick.” I breathed indignantly. He leaned in
~ Xander ~I rose and approached her figure on the bed, a look of surprise flashed across her face. She hadn’t expected me to get closer. But the more I got closer, the higher her eyes followed my frame until I was standing right in front of her and she was staring up at me with those doe eyes that seemed to be begging me to put her out of her misery.Though I doubt she’d like my methods of “help,” she was fighting so relentlessly but the white in her eyeballs we’re overcoming the black rapidly. A sight that made my cock harden dangerously and my nostrils flare from destructive restraint.It was taking everything for me not to grab her head and have those eyes directly facing my balls and smacking right into it.I wanted to. Fuck! I needed my balls inside those mouth of hers. But instead, I traced her forehead with the back of my hand, feeling the moist of her sweat mix against my skin. My Adam’s apple bobbed with desire, every vein in me oozed with sex appeal. “You’re dripping wet,
~ Xander ~After stating my piece I tossed the toy on the bed, I’m sure she knew what that meant. And then I leaned into my seat, getting ready to be entertained. Would I enjoy it, or regret not taking her here and now?I was curious to find out what kind of face she’d make when she lose. She approached the bed and I spoke, stopping her in her tracks. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on keeping your clothes on.”Her chin lifted slowly, defiant even now, even when cornered. I found it entertaining.Her eyes were glassy, angry, wet with exhaustion she refused to admit to. Good. I wanted her tired.She didn’t speak again and undid her clothes, I watched her lose the pajamas, only Kyle would’ve given her. It looked cheap like his taste. Such fabric could’ve have come from me. Her pale skin shone in front of me and I had no reservations with how much I let my eyes roam. She didn’t have a single scare in sight, except the faint glow of bruises I recognized perfectly. My lips stretched
~ Avelyn ~ His grip on my throat didn’t loosen and I didn’t know how long I could keep up this fierce act. But before I could protest he claimed my lips in one swift pull. There was nothing gentle about the way he plundered and forced his way into my mouth. Sucking and nibbling until I stopped fighting the ache. He grounded rough and harsh against my lips, every stroke aimed at punishing me and his hand never left my neck, it remained like a leash, a firm reminder that no matter how far I go, he held the chains to pull me under. Finally, he released my lips from the torture and straightened his posture to take a proper look at my face. My lips were numb and swollen, my eyes held frustration but his eyes were the complete opposite. He had unquenched hunger and a desire to devour staring back at me with immense intensity. For a second, I contemplated begging or apologizing but I swallowed that useless thought. Why should I beg when I’ve done nothing wrong?When he was satisfied
~Avelyn ~“Come to my room.”There was no warmth, no mockery or teasing edge in his tone. Just command.I stood there for a second longer than necessary, my body lagging behind my mind like it didn’t want to cooperate anymore. Everything in me was tired. My feet hurt. My head throbbed. My chest felt raw, like I’d been scraped open and left to breathe.I followed anyway.Of course I did, what else was I going to do? Run?His room was dimmer than the rest of the house as usual with heavy curtains drawn tight like he didn’t want the outside world reminding him it existed. The smell of iron hit me immediately. Blood. His blood suddenly filling my nostrils. He didn’t sit and didn’t tell me to sit. I just wondered what he had to say that he couldn’t have said in the car and allow me some peace to rest. Since the performance I haven’t had personal time, it was one ordeal or the other. He loosened his jacket instead, movements controlled but not careless. The fabric peeled back just enough
~ Avelyn ~ Xander didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. One sharp hand signal was all it took.Everything moved at once.Men shouted in Romanian and Italian, boots scraped concrete, guns lowered and redirected. Smoke drifted somewhere above us. I barely registered any of it because Kyle sagged again, his knees buckling like his body had finally remembered it was bleeding.“Kyle,” I gasped, reaching for him, this time I succeeded in slipping away from Xander.He caught himself on one of his men, his face already pale, lips pressed tight like he was trying not to scare me. His eyes locked onto mine, desperate now. Not commanding or strategic. Just human like the Kyle I knew. My heart shattered.“Get her out,” Xander said coolly behind me.I twisted, knowing what was coming next, panic exploding in my chest. “No—wait—he’s hurt—”Xander’s hand closed around my arm again. Firmer this time, more violent and unyielding. His grip was iron wrapped in silk, and it pissed me off how contro







