His thrusts became as aggressive as his tone. He grabbed hold of my hips, lifted them, and fucked me onto his cock. “Tell me now,” he shouted.

“Nothing,” I shrieked. Why won’t he just leave it alone?

He growled, then smacked my ass. Hard. I yelped.

“Just a kiss,” I finally admitted.

“And?” He’d slowed his pace, barely moving at this point.

“I took off my bra.”

“Then?”

“He touched me and that’s it. I swear that’s all.”

He was eerily calm with sweat running down his muscular frame and a hard-edged look in his eyes.

He threw my legs over his shoulders, hunched down, and sucked my nipple into his mouth as he began to fuck me hard again. His hip fluctuations were superb, and I was on the fast track to becoming derailed.

He released my nipple with a smacking pop, then glared down at me, wrapping his hand around my neck, never missing a beat with his sexual lunges.

It was hot, and I was cresting despite the lack of air. Bolts of pleasure jolted from my core and spread across my body like a tidal wave of euphoria.

I screamed and shouted, my muscles seizing up as if he’d shocked me with his power-driven lightning strike-like thrust. Light and darkness flashed behind my eyelids, and I wasn’t sure if I’d passed out due to lack of air, or died from a heart attack-causing orgasm.

“Turn around,” he demanded from somewhere in the distance. My eyelids fluttered open, and I realized he was still hovering. It just seemed like he’d spoken from another dimension. He pulled out and flipped me over. His heavy body loomed over me, his hand sweeping my hair to the right.

“You let him touch you? It makes me sick that he touched you, but I still need this pussy… So. Fucking. Bad.”

Shit .

If I said the things coming out of his mouth didn’t make me wetter, I’d be lying. He twisted my arms behind my back and pushed into me in one long thrust. My body tightened, mouth gaped.

I inched forward, trying to escape the intensity of it all, because I knew this orgasm wouldn’t be just a physical release. This was a lesson, and at the end, no matter how savagely he took me, he’d prove unequivocally that he owned me. My shattering orgasm would be the trophy he carried around as proof of our love.

Before I squirmed too far away, he grabbed my thighs, spread them wider, pushed my upper body down so my chest was pressed against the bed, and leaned into me. “Are you trying to get away?”

I shook my head against the mattress.

“You’re always trying to get away from me. When will you realize you fucked up? You let me in, and I’m not leaving.”

I moaned as he sharply thrust his cock into me.

He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “We fell in love, and now we have to live with this insanity.”

He reared back and pounded into me repeatedly, painful but blissful drives of his steely length banging against my G-spot relentlessly. Nagging, mocking, ridiculing me into submission, then evoking a climax out of me so strong it plundered my senses and stripped me bare.

It was the most silent orgasm I’d ever had, but that didn’t represent the severity of it. In fact, the only thing that proved the climax had ripped my soul from me and firmly placed it in Xander’s hand was the sole teardrop that spilled from my eye and onto the sheets.

Xander groaned, pulled out, and flipped me over.

“Open your mouth.” I was past trying to reason with Xander. He was crazed in his need to brand me—make me his again.

I did as he demanded, and he pushed his cock into my mouth.

“What does it taste like?” he asked. His cock was too far down my throat for me to respond. So I moaned against his hot skin.

He yanked himself out, using his hand to stroke his achingly hard cock. “Answer the question.” He twisted my hair in his free hand and forced me to look up at him.

“Me. You taste like me.”

“It’s the only thing I’ll ever taste like.” He threw his head back, his hand working aggressively on his cock.

“Fuck!” he growled.

Thick cords of cum shot out onto my face, lips, and chest. I knew he was marking me, but I was okay with it, because the mark I left on him was etched all over the pained expression on his face. His love for me was my mark, and when I took it away, it cut him deep.

I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and worked him through his orgasm. Sliding my tongue over his pulsating cock and licking up his seed. He’d opened my eyes to what I didn’t want to accept. The feelings we had toward each other were chaotic, turned us into dirty fucking lunatics. But the love… the love was irreversible.

Anything

Avery

I woke in Xander’s arms, and amazingly, he was asleep. It was a very rare occasion that I woke to find Xander asleep, but I liked it. I got to watch him unguarded—untroubled and peaceful.

His eyes slowly cracked open. He rubbed them with his fingers and looked at me like he thought I’d disappear. He smiled as he pulled me in and held me against his warm skin.

“I missed this. Missed you.” He kissed my forehead, his fingers caressing the skin at my hips.

“Missed you too.” I looked up and met his gaze. “Don’t mess this up.”

He sighed. “I’m going to fuck up, Avery. I love you so much I did anything to keep us together. I never intended to hurt you, and I won’t do it again.”

I nodded. “But you did hurt me. I don’t care if you make mistakes. I just need to be able to trust you. Trust that you’ll tell me the truth and know I’ll stand by you.”

He nodded, and I leaned up and kissed his jaw.

We stayed that way—just holding each other, our fingers running over smooth skin as tangible evidence this was real and not another dream.

After what seemed like an hour, I asked, “Would you do something for me?”

“Anything,” he declared.

“Talk to Ian.” Ian and I had discussed this, and I knew he was ready to move forward.

“Oh, fuck no!” He released me abruptly, swung his legs off the bed, and pulled on a pair of briefs.

“You said anything,” I reminded him.

He turned back to me with a grimace on his face. “Why do you want this? He’s gotten to you, hasn’t he?”

“What does that even mean? Gotten to me how?” I scoffed.

“He always had a way of getting women to feel sorry for him… fall in love with him.”

“Really, Xander?” I got up with the sheet clutched to my chest. “I don’t want Ian. If it were that simple to turn off what I feel for you, I would’ve done it.”

He looked at me with a hurt expression on his face before he turned away.

“I’m sorry, but if I had a choice, I would’ve walked away. I just wasn’t strong enough.”

He turned back to me, reached out, and touched my arm. “You’re the strongest woman I know. And for the record, you did walk away. You took time to run it through that overactive brain of yours and decided I was worth the chance.”

I smiled because that’s exactly what I thought. Xander was worth it, and what we had was worth a lot more than a chance. Anger blinded me—kept me from giving him that second chance sooner. I’m just glad I simmered down long enough to realize I wanted him in my life.

I reached up and ran my hand across the morning fuzz growing on his face. “Look, I just want you two to heal. It’s time to let go of the past and move on.”

“We’d kill each other in a room alone.”

“So I’ll be there. You guys can come to my office. Neutral ground. Safe haven.” I winked at him.

“I can’t believe I’m even considering doing this,” he said, pulling away the sheet and leaving me exposed. He pulled me into his arms and smiled as he kissed the spot on my neck that guaranteed him a happy morning.

“But you are considering it, though? Right?”

He nodded against my neck, and I smirked because he had a lot of making up to do, and there was no way he wouldn’t show up. I may be getting my way for quite a while.