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  “What are you wearing?” I growl.

  She shrugs one innocent shoulder. “It was in my closet.”

  “I’ll deal with you two later.” I jerk my chin toward the door. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “Boss.” Cain gives me a curt nod, and Henley hurries past Sue, who swipes at him. Her claws narrowly miss—which is intentional on her part—but he picks up the pace.

  “It’s okay.” Laura turns to coo at the cat. “We were just talking. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  Sue’s ears perk back up and she walks over and rubs against Laura’s proffered hand. Her purr tells me she’s settled down. That makes one of us.

  With as much control as I can manage, I grab Laura’s arm and march her into my office. Slamming the door, I pull her to my desk.

  “Hey!” She tries to yank her arm free, but I don’t let her. “What’s going on?”

  I grip her hips and set her on my desk, then stare down at her beautiful face. “Tell me what happened.”

  “Nothing.” She glances down.

  “You aren’t a convincing liar, my precious one.” I tilt her chin up. “Tell me.”

  She licks her lips. “Well, I was just coming down to see what you were doing, and I saw those guys. I talked to one of them.” Her eyes dart away.

  My heart kicks up a notch, veiled rage pulsing through me.

  “What did you talk about?”

  She closes her eyes. “Nothing important.”

  “Two lies.” I lean closer to her. “I don’t tolerate lying, Laura. Not from you. Don’t do it again.”

  Her brows draw together. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

  “I can, and I will. Now tell me what really happened.”

  She huffs. “No.” And then she tries to hop down from my desk.

  With a sigh, I step back and let her.

  She starts to march away from me in those goddamn sexy-as-fuck heels, but I grab her elbow and whip her back around, then bend her over my desk.

  “Xavier!” She flails a little and knocks off some papers, but I ignore it and yank up her dress.

  “Fuck.” Her panties are black nothings, and they rip easily in my hand.

  “What are you—”

  My hand comes down on her fair skin with a crack.

  She yowls, and I spank her again and again, one hand holding her to the desk, the other one reddening her perfect ass.

  “Xavier!” She struggles again, so I aim lower, my hand slapping against the back of her pussy.

  She jolts, and I slap her there again. My hand comes away wet, and I lick her taste from me before adding a few more blows to her pink skin.

  “Don’t lie to me, precious.” I slide my fingers down her ass to the wet paradise between her legs. Pushing through her folds, I slide two fingers inside her. “I know you like being spanked.” I lean closer, bending over her back, and whisper in her ear. “I can taste just how much you enjoyed it.”

  “Xavier,” she gasps as I pull my fingers out and circle her clit. “Don’t stop.”

  I should punish her and leave her wanting, but when she says my name like that, I’m weak. She makes me weak. How many times over the past few days have I almost given in and yanked down her ridiculous pillow wall to bury my face between her legs? To give her the thorough fucking she so clearly needs? But I won’t hurt her. Not like that. I can’t. She means too much to me. She’s precious beyond anything I’ve ever known.

  “And you just spanked her,” my mind chides as I keep stroking Laura’s clit.

  She moans and spreads her legs wider for me, giving me a perfect view of her soaked cunt.

  I break. No man could withstand this, not even me. With a groan, I sink to my knees, spread her legs wider, then run my tongue from her clit to her ass.

  Her moan shakes me to my soul, and I lick her again and again, my tongue delving and tasting all of her.

  Gripping her ankles, I spread her even wider, opening up her world to my mouth as I lick and suck her pussy and her tight little asshole.

  “Has anyone ever had you here?” I run my finger along the wet hole and caress her there while I use my other hand to lightly slap her cunt.

  “I—” She gasps, her thighs shaking with each impact from my palm. “No.”

  “Good.” I tongue her ass some more, enjoying the way she shakes for me. “It’s mine, precious one. All of you.”

  I press my face against her ass and dart my tongue to her clit.

  She moans again and reaches a hand behind her. When she tangles her fingers in my hair, it spurs me onward. I want her to come, to cream all over my tongue as I swallow her down. So I lick her recklessly, my tongue slipping along her clit as I circle her asshole with my finger.

  With a little pressure, I push my finger inside. She stiffens, then eases back down. Her hips work against my tongue as I eat her from behind, and when I increase the pressure from my finger, she seizes, her body locking as a low, deep moan pulls from her and her pussy clenches with each rolling wave of release. Her asshole squeezes my finger in rhythmic waves as I lick and suck and make a meal of every bit of her.

  When she’s spent, her knees weak and her breathing heavy, I pull back and yank her dress back into place.

  “Xavier.” It’s the only word she’s moaned for the past few minutes. I love it every time it passes her lips.

  “Yes, precious one?”

  She turns and looks up at me, her eyes wide. “You put your finger in my ass.”

  I step to her, hungry for more but holding back. “I intend to put a lot more there.” I take her hand and guide it to my cock.

  She strokes down my hard length, and when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, I have to stifle a groan.

  But I’ve already gone too far. I ignored every warning my brain tried to throw up, and I bent her over my desk. I’ve stayed away from her ever since I threatened her that night, ever since I couldn’t manage to leash the beast that craves every bit of her. But the moment I saw her in the arms of another man, something inside me just snapped. Fuck, what have I done?

  I take a step back. “I’m … sorry.”

  Her eyebrows rise in confusion just as Sue hisses outside my door and then someone yells out in pain.

  15

  Laura

  All my attention is so focused on Xavier. It’s as if nothing else in the world exists. He’s all I can see. Nothing else matters. Obsessed.

  A curse leaves his mouth as he turns away from me. I reach out for him to pull him back. I want more of him. Yet, it seems as though something had changed. Is he planning on leaving? Does he consider this a game?

  If so, it’s clearly one I don’t understand. My fingers graze his arm, causing him to stop instantly and turn that dark gaze of his back on me. I jerk my hand back like he's burned me. I’m hurt that once again he’s storming away from me after we shared an intimate moment. It leaves me cold. Worst of all, it makes me feel lonely. Then again, it’s a feeling I’m used to.

  “Don’t move,” he orders me. Again, he turns away from me. He’s the most frustrating man in the world. He strides to the door. I fist my hands at my sides, willing myself to not be hurt by his reaction. This is what I wanted, no? It wasn't him that I enjoyed; it was his touch. I don’t want him; I want the pleasure.

  Right. That’s it. I just wasn't done getting what I needed from him is all. He said to come to him when I wanted pleasure and, well, sometimes a girl needs more than one orgasm. That might be why he’s single. At least he better be single. Oh. my. God. What if he isn't single at all? I haven’t even considered that he may have someone else.

  I’m about to pick up the glass globe off his desk to lob it at him when I hear Sue and the commotion outside a moment before Xavier throws the door open. I caught a small glance of the same man from earlier that had looked me up and down. It’s hard to see anything when Xavier’s frame fills up so much of the space. I can tell from Sue’s growls she’s about to pounce on someone or some
thing.

  Xavier turns back to look at me. “Not an inch!” His voice booms through his office. I take a step back due to the intensity in his voice before he slams the door so hard the room shakes. I’m shocked it doesn't shatter. I don’t know what the heck is going on, but between the murderous tone Xavier had and Sue sounding all feral out there, I decide that staying in this office is my best bet.

  Then everything is silent. I take a few steps closer to the door, trying to hear anything at all. I step out of the heels and leave them behind. Somehow, I end up at the door. Then my hand is on the knob.

  I’ll only take a small peek. Someone could need help. I look at the globe in my other hand, not exactly sure what it can do to protect me, but it’s better than nothing. When I crack the door open and look out, I don’t see anything. I yank it the rest of the way open and pop my head out, but still no one is there. The only thing that catches my eye is the splattering of blood across the white marble floor. Slowly, I shut the door and hope Xavier is okay.

  Wait. Why would I care if he’s okay? He kidnapped me. Held me hostage while giving me orgasms and then quickly dismissing me with his head games. I’m going to be stuck here forever, always tormented by Xavier running hot and cold.

  It’s not like Scott is going to come to my rescue. He might want to, but what’s he going to do? There’s no way in or out of this place unless Xavier allows it. I press my hand to my forehead just thinking about Scott. He’s a mess. Terrible with money. In fact, I’m worried that he might be getting himself into more trouble trying to come up with the money to get me out of here. Trouble that will have him killed either way.

  I glance back at Xavier’s desk, suddenly remembering I’m alone in his office. I dash back to it. I start pulling open drawers to see what I can find. The office is the only room that’s ever locked. Oh, and that creepy door that goes to the basement that I really don’t want to investigate any further.

  My heart drops when I see two cell phones. Only cheaters and drug dealers have two phones. Right? I think that’s what they say. I grab one and it doesn't power on. The next lights right up. It looks like one of those cheap burner phones. I punch in my brother's number. It rings and rings. I close my eyes, willing him to answer. Hoping that nothing bad has happened to him.

  “Who is this?” I drop into Xavier’s chair when I hear Scott’s voice. A wave of relief washes over me. I had no idea how worried I'd been about him until I heard his voice. I think I’ve been trying to block it out.

  “Scott.” I say his name.

  “Laura. Are you okay?” he rushes to say.

  “I’m fine. I swear.”

  “Has he fucking touched you? I was already going to kill him but—”

  “Stop. Please. Calm down. I need to tell you this. I don’t have much time.” I hear him suck in a deep breath. “I swear to you. He’s been good to me. This place is better than anywhere I’ve ever been. Do you hear me?”

  “Yeah, so I’ll kill him fast.”

  I roll my eyes. “This is not the time to be tough. At least not with someone like Xavier. I don’t want you to do anything stupid to get me out of here. If you get yourself killed, we’re both screwed.”

  “Laura.” He sounds defeated.

  “Be smart, and I love you. I have to go.”

  “I love you, too,” he says before I end the call.

  I shut all of the drawers before shoving the phone between my tits. What’s the worst that can happen if I get caught? If I’ve learned anything in the week I’ve been here, it’s that Xavier isn’t going to hurt me. I don’t even care if he takes the phone at this point. I’ve made my call. If he doesn't know I have it, then maybe I can call again later.

  I slip back into my heels and return to his seat. I barely get my ass on the leather before the door swings open.

  I stand, trying to look bored. “Am I free to go or did you want to bark more orders at me? Spank me again?” I lick my bottom lip as I walk toward him. “If I recall correctly, you were done with me.”

  He steps back when I finally get to him, like he doesn't want me to touch him. That one little movement by him cuts me deep, and with everything I have in me, I try not to let him see that. “I’m rescinding my invite to you for the Harry Potter-a-thon.” I hold my chin high as I stroll past him. Take that, Mr. Hot and Cold. That pillow wall is about to get a lot higher and thicker.

  Not that he even remembered to get the movies. He has a habit of forgetting things. Mostly me.

  16

  Xavier

  “Laura.” I want to reach for her, but I keep my hands to myself. I’ve already gone too far.

  “Leave me alone.” She hurries down the hall, her heels clicking as she rushes toward the stairs.

  I can’t leave her alone. That’s the problem. I think about her constantly, want her endlessly, need her desperately. But I’m a bad man, one who’s used to taking what he wants instead of waiting for it to come to him. I didn’t want to be that way with Laura, but then I threatened her, and then … Then I bent her over my desk and reddened her ass before eating her hot cunt from the back.

  “Stop following me.” She stomps up the stairs. “I already said no Harry Potter for you.”

  “I just want to explain.”

  “Explain what?” She whirls on the top step, loses her balance, and starts to topple.

  I catch her in my arms as she squeals in alarm.

  She forces her frown back into place. “I just don’t wear heels a lot.” She kicks her feet.

  I don’t put her down. Instead, I jump the last step and carry her toward our room.

  “I can walk.”

  “I know.” I ease her into our room and onto her side of the bed. Then I lean over and rest my fists on the mattress on either side of her, meeting her eye to eye.

  “I want to apologize.”

  “About time!” She crosses her arms, pushing the tops of her breasts up. I want to bite them.

  “I’m sorry I spanked you and for what happened after.”

  Her face falls, the triumph draining away. “That’s what you’re sorry for?”

  “Yes.” I sigh. “I’m a bastard. I’m trying to be better, but I guess that’s just not something I’m capable of.” I should offer to let her sleep in another room, or maybe even to let her go. But I can’t. After all, despite my apology, I’m still a bastard. I want her for myself.

  She swallows hard, and her face goes somewhat blank, as if she’s trying to hide whatever emotions are bubbling beneath the surface. “What was that noise? Is Sue okay?”

  “She’s fine.” I could tell Laura I killed Henley and that his body is cooling in my basement, but I figure that might be a little too much for her to handle right now. “She sensed a threat and acted.”

  “She’s like you.”

  I shrug. “We both take care of what’s ours. Everything’s fine. I just have some things to deal with. But I promise once they’re handled, I’ll be here, and I won’t overstep my bounds again.”

  “Will you avoid me more, then?” She pouts. Fuck, she has no clue how irresistible she is.

  “I’m not avoiding you.”

  Her eyes narrow.

  “Look, I just don’t want to take more than is offered. And most of all, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me.” She stares into my eyes. “I’m okay.”

  I can feel the phantom sting on my palm, see the way her ass turned pink and then red with each slap. I want more, I want to plunge inside her and fuck her raw. But once again, I try to rein myself in.

  “Listen, if you could please give me another chance, I will finish my work today, and once I’m done, I’ll happily sit and watch Henry Potter for as long as you like.”

  Her eyes brighten, the simple look of excitement warming me all over. But then she leans away from me and perches back on her elbows, a suggestive pose if I’ve ever seen one. Is she trying to drive me mad with lust?

  Despite a stiff protest from m
y cock, I stand and await my sentence.

  She wobbles her head back and forth like she’s considering two different, very difficult, choices.

  I force my hands to stay at my sides, even when she glances at my erection and licks her lips.

  “I’m going to give you another chance, but not because you deserve one. And I know Star would say I’m being a pushover and that I’m weak, but that’s not true. I’m giving you another shot because I’m nice. I’ve always been that way, and I can’t seem to change even when some guy kidnaps me and holds me prisoner. I don’t know any other way to be.”

  “I agree.” She is nice, kind—everything I’m not. I think it’s why I was drawn to her in the first place.

  “Thank you.” How many times have I said those two words and meant it? Not many. But for her, everything I say or think or do is 100 percent genuine.

  She holds up a finger. “I will allow you to Harry--not Henry--Potter with me if you provide me with unlimited movie theater buttered popcorn, candy, and Dr. Pepper.”

  “Done.”

  “That was easy.” She sits up. “Maybe I should’ve asked for more.”

  I lean down and brush my lips across hers in a soft, chaste kiss. “You should always ask for more, precious. You’re worth it.”

  Her cheeks flame a lovely pink, and I have to back away before I make yet another mistake.

  “I’ll be back in a few hours. The movie room is already prepared.”

  “There’s a movie room?” She kicks off her heels.

  “Yes, at the top of the stairs along the back of the house that abuts the ridge.”

  Recognition lights in her eyes. “I thought that was just a weird lounge area with lots of recliners.”

  “Well, yes, but there’s a screen that drops down and a projector at the back.”

  “You already have the movies?” She steps toward me.

  “Of course. I got them the day you first mentioned them.”

  “Really?” She moves to stand right in front of me.