LOGIN— Xander —The call came before the sun cleared the estate walls.Dominic was already in the study when I arrived, tablet resting against his forearm, posture straight, expression neutral. He waited until I took my seat. He always did. The men who survived around me learned patience early.“Kyle moved again overnight,” he said. “West corridor. Roman territory.”I didn’t react. I poured coffee instead, slow, deliberate.“So they’re still hiding him,” I said. “That means he’s bleeding.”Dominic nodded. “He is. The gunshot wasn’t clean. He collapsed twice during relocation.”Good.Pain made people careless.“How long before they realize keeping him costs more than trading him?” I asked.Dominic glanced down at the screen. “They already know. They’re just deciding who they want to anger more. You, or their own allies.”“They’ll choose wrong,” I said calmly.I reached for the phone on the desk and dialed without announcing the number. The council liked to pretend hierarchy existed among us
~ Avelyn ~I woke up alone.That was the first thing my body registered before my mind even caught up — the absence. The other side of the bed was cold, untouched, like no one had ever been there at all. For a brief, disorienting second, I wondered if I had imagined everything. If the night had been some elaborate fever dream stitched together by exhaustion and fear.Then I tried to move.Pain answered immediately.Not sharp, not sudden, it was the dull, widespread kind that settled deep into muscle and bone, like my body had been worked over and then abandoned. My shoulders protested when I shifted. My thighs burned faintly. Even the simple act of sitting up felt like dragging myself through resistance.I hissed quietly and leaned back against the headboard, letting my head fall against the cool wood. The room was silent. Too silent. No movement, no presence, no sign of him anywhere.Of course he was gone.Xander never stayed for aftermaths. He never hovered. He never explained. What
~ Avelyn ~Since I signed up for this, I should live through this. I told myself. I wanted it quick and done with but Xander had other plans. I could tell he enjoyed the thrill of the moment like a predator savoring his prey before consuming it whole. As expected, his hands didn’t spare me any dignity as his fingers slowly ran down my right hand, leaving goosebumps trails that mocked me. I didn’t move an inch, the heat emanating from his body was enough to ground me in place. All I tried to do was stable my heaving chest while his hot breaths fanned my nape from behind. With his palm gripping my shoulders he leaned in and planted a kiss in the dip of my neck. I found myself closing my eyes instinctively as his lips lingered, grazing in a slow torturous motion as though any moment from now he would grow fangs and bite my neck off. He didn’t. His mouth grew hungrier, steal more kisses faster than I could breathe. I flinched the moment the wetness of his tongue touched me. I could t
~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
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