All Chapters of Lust & Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Xavier’s voice was a low, lethal vibration through the speaker. There was no anger in his tone. There was no raised volume. It was a cold, absolute, terrifying calm that sent a violent shiver straight down her spine."I gave you exactly seventy-two hours of space to process your anger over the office incident," Xavier continued ruthlessly. "That grace period expired this morning. Did you really think you could hide from me on a rotting sofa in Brooklyn?"Hazel closed her eyes, a heavy, defeated knot forming in her stomach. He knew exactly where she was. He had known the entire time."I am not hiding," Hazel lied, though her voice shook. "I'm spending time with my friend.""You are throwing a tantrum," Xavier corrected coldly, entirely stripping away her excuse. "And I am done indulging it. You are going to pack your bag, and you are going to take a taxi back to your own apartment right now.""I don't want to see you," Hazel argued, her grip tightening on the plastic phone case. "I don'

The Maybach pulled into a quiet, cobblestone courtyard off a dimly lit street. Tall privacy hedges shielded the unmarked entrance of the restaurant.The driver opened the rear door. Hazel stepped out into the cool evening air, adjusting the tight fit of her black velvet dress. Xavier stepped out the other side. He adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal suit and placed a firm, warm hand on the lower curve of her spine, guiding her through the heavy glass doors.The interior was bathed in low, golden light. The dining room was quiet, the tables spaced far apart to ensure absolute privacy. A hostess immediately led them to a secluded, semi-circular booth at the back of the room.Sitting at the table was an older, distinguished-looking man in a navy suit, nursing a glass of bourbon."Xavier," the man greeted warmly, standing up to shake his hand. "Good to see you. Traffic from the financial district wasn't too heavy, I hope?""Smooth enough, Arthur," Xavier replied. His hand remained resting l

Hazel’s breath hitched. With trembling fingers she reached up and unbuckled his leather belt, the sharp clink echoing in the quiet room. She unzipped his slacks and tugged them down just enough, freeing the thick, heavy length of his massive cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, the flushed head already glistening with pre-cum, heavy and intimidating in the dim light."Keep your hands behind your back," Xavier commanded darkly. "Do not touch me unless I tell you to."Hazel obeyed instantly, clasping her wrists behind her. She leaned forward, parting her lips, and took the thick head of his cock into her warm mouth. Xavier let out a harsh hiss of breath, his fingers tangling roughly into her hair as she swirled her tongue around him, sucking him deeper with wet, obscene sounds."Take it, sweetheart," he growled, guiding her head down until her nose brushed his abdomen. "Just like that. Show me how sorry you are for ignoring me."Hazel moaned around his massive cock, the vibration makin

The heavy, ragged sound of their breathing was the only thing filling the quiet, shadowed space of the master bedroom.Hazel was entirely boneless. Her body was completely melted against Xavier’s broad chest as she slumped over the wide armrest of the dark velvet chair, her cheek resting directly over the steady, powerful thud of his heart. The brutal, punishing intensity of his dominance had drained every single ounce of fight and energy out of her. Her legs were trembling violently, her skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, and a heavy, pervasive ache had settled deeply into her lower body.Xavier’s large hand smoothed slowly down the curve of her bare spine. His long fingers tangled into her damp hair, resting firmly and warmly against the nape of her neck.For several long minutes, neither of them moved. The cold air of the penthouse bit at Hazel's bare shoulders, but the suffocating, radiating heat of the massive man holding her kept her anchored.Finally, Xavier let out a slow,

Hazel didn't push him further. The fact that he was sitting there, anchored to the edge of the bed instead of walking out the door or sending her home in a car, was a massive, monumental concession. She closed her eyes, the heavy exhaustion finally dragging her under, lulled into a deep sleep by the solid, comforting weight of his hand in hers.When she woke up the next morning, the sprawling king-sized bed was entirely empty.The space beside her was freezing cold. She slowly pushed herself up against the heavy silk pillows, rubbing her tired eyes as she looked across the master bedroom. The heavy blackout curtains had automatically retracted, letting the bleak, overcast morning light filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The digital clock on the nightstand read 7:00 AM.There wasn't even a slight indentation on the mattress. Xavier hadn't slept beside her. He had sat on the edge, holding her hand until she finally succumbed to her exhaustion, and the absolute second she was as