Razor X Bennett Novels & Stories

The memory of Bennet and Xane fighting and rolling around on the gym floor kept replaying in my head, like some kind of fucked up highlight reel tagged best incident of the day. What the hell had Bennett said to make Xane snap like that? I'd seen Xane angry before, although I had pretended not to notice, because he normally recovers fast when Ryder or Kael push him to the edge— it was the controlled kind of anger that made his eyes go cold and his voice drop to something dangerous, before he would turn and face me with a grin, and a tease to make my heart skip. But today? Today he'd been absolutely furious, the kind of rage that made people do stupid things. And Bennett had been the cause.

"If you agree to become my partner, I'll free everyone from Naesbrey Fortress. I understand, Umbra, that you have high standards. But with Talonclaw's assistance, I'm close to uniting the eastern plains and becoming its supreme ruler. I believe I'm deserving of you," Bennett declared. Although his son was near Umbra's age, Bennett had always desired her beauty. Now that a golden opportunity presented itself, Bennett wasn’t about to let it pass by.

“I think you’re underestimating my capabilities. I might not be able to completely treat him at this moment, but with time, I’m confident I can help him toward a full recovery.” Bennett had confidence. Right now, he could not immediately cure James, but he believed he had the skills needed to save James’ life. “That would be the best, then. I hope it works out” Callan nodded and did not say anything more. “Who the hell are you?” demanded Bennett. His expression darkened and powerful energy seeped out from his body. His hands were clenched into fists behind him, and a murderous aura began to fill the air. As a former top martial artist, Callan immediately sensed Bennett's hostility toward him

Bennett jumps up in a frightening burst, and his gaze, once cloudy, turns into a cold irritation. “Don’t touch me!” Bennett roars. However, he doesn’t look anything like the uncompromising and arrogant CEO I know. David Bennett resembles a wounded beast, ready for its defensive attack. So, I withdraw my hand and don’t know how to act or how to get him out of there. The horrid cold along with the icy raindrops sends a strong shiver through me, and in a useless attempt to warm myself, I hug my own body. At that moment, I notice his irritated eyes become worried.

So, I didn't recover, I was really a loser. After we played, we just talked. Bennet told the story of his life when he flew solo during college time. He is studying at Harvard in the first year and then he also works at Starbucks. I laughed so hard because I couldn't imagine that he was a barista at Starbucks. Turns out, he had not just one but five part-time jobs at the time. I almost feel sorry for him. "I got a part-time job not because I don't have money. I decided to work to gain experience," Bennet said last night. "Because experience is what money can't buy. Through experience we gain knowledge. And knowledge is the most important weapon of all. So I can succeed."

Xander’s smile waivered, but remained just the same. “But...” Benette hesitated. “D-do you mind if I take it off?” he whispered. Xander’s eyes widen. He unconsciously looked at Mordecai who didn’t seem to have heard Benette. The older medic seemed to have lost interest on the younger mage and was currently following Ezra as she flew around. “Can you?” Xander whispered back. Slowly, Benette stepped a bit closer. His hand moved slightly over Xander’s shoulder, then up to the back of his right ear under his long red hair and round to the top of his nape.

"You gotta come down to St. Xavier's hospital right now. It's Eden, she's done something to herself, I don't know what happened. Just come fast." Bennett didn't say anything else and ran out of the gym and straight outside. He didn't have time to call his driver so he just hailed a cab. He tried to maintain calm but the heartbeat in his chest was going too fast for him to stay calm. He kept urging the driver to drive faster, but the traffic kept getting in the way.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers: “Lila Bennett has lost again! As per the rules… the entire winning crew gets their prize for the next thirty minutes!” The crowd erupted. Razor’s crew, eight dangerous, muscular underground fighters, stepped into the cage, circling me like predators. Damien watched from the front row, his eyes dark with lust and approval. Razor grabbed me first. He ripped off what remained of my tiny sports bra and shoved me down onto my hands and knees in the center of the cage. “Time to claim our prize,” he growled. He slammed his thick cock into my pussy in one savage thrust, making me scream.

I object as I push open the door. “I will wait in the car,” he presses following me. “I think he sounds legitimate, but I think you’d be a fool to have no backup plan.” He holds up his iPad. “On the way, we can discuss what we know about this … Grayson Bennet. For one, how the hell did he learn of Xavi’s whereabouts so quickly?. How can we be sure he wasn’t in on it from the beginning?” I climb into the car and crank the engine. “All I know is Bennet is the one who wants to give Xavi back to me and he doesn’t want me opening my ports to the drug cartel.”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.