Chapter 93

NINETY-THREE

XERO

I want to lose myself in Amethyst’s sweet cunt, forget the world exists. But after the shit I put her through during that drug-fueled rampage, I’m in no position to push. She needs to set the pace. Take control.

Amethyst scrambles onto my lap, her delicate hands pushing on my chest. I lean against the wall, gazing down at my reason for living. With her cheeks flushed, her full lips parted, and wet curls framing her face like a dark crown, she looks more goddess than ghost.

I grab my shaft by the base, positioning it at her entrance. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, and she takes a deep breath before lowering herself onto my crown. She inches down, taking me in at an agonizing pace, her tight heat swallowing my cock. Groaning, I throw my head back against the wall and fight the urge to thrust.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” I growl through panting breaths.

Lips curving into a smile, she digs her nails into my shoulders. I hiss at the biting sting, which contrasts with the pleasure of her muscles pulsing and squeezing like they want to milk me of every drop of cum.

Once she’s fully engulfed my shaft, she pauses, her chest heaving as her walls adjust to my girth. The hands on my shoulders tremble in time with my shallowing breaths. The feel of her tight heat enveloping my cock is almost too much to bear.

I cup her full, round breasts, and trace my thumbs over her thick nipples, only for that sweet cunt to clamp even harder.

A strangled groan tears from my throat. My hips buck, making her moan.

“Please,” I groan, my voice thick with need.

“Tell me what you want, Xero,” she murmurs.

“Ride my cock. Take what you need. It’s yours.”

Her pretty face lights up with a wicked grin. She rises, letting my length slide almost completely out of her cunt. Just when I think she’ll leave me aching, she slams down, forcing me to exhale a guttural groan.

“Oh God,” I hiss, my hands finding her hips, my fingers tightening around her soft flesh.

“Oh, goddess, you mean?” she says, her voice light with amusement.

“Yes,” I say through gasping breaths. “Make me come, little ghost. Ride me until I fall apart. Make me your cock slave.”

Her eyes sparkle with triumph. “I didn’t know you could be submissive.”

“Only for you, baby,” I say, meaning every word. “You hold the power over my soul.”

At my declaration, she rolls her hips. Slowly at first, with movements as fluid as a dancer’s. My breath hitches. Having her here is more exhilarating than I imagined from the videos she sent of herself taking my dildo while I was in prison. The crushing warmth of her pussy enveloping my cock far surpasses my hand, which was all I had in those days.

She’s all around me—in my mouth, on my lap, in my nostrils, around my cock. Her breasts bounce as she picks up the pace, her nipples brushing against my chest.

Her hands roam over my shoulders, tracing the lines of my muscles. Each stroke is purposeful, driving me to the brink of insanity with the slow, drawn-out torture of her movements.

But I don’t break, and I don’t buck into her, no matter what the voices in my head demand. Instead, I let her keep control. Her rhythm is erratic, yet maddeningly perfect. Each rise and fall of her hips delivers pulses of pleasure that drive me wild.

“Good girl,” I groan. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

She shivers and gasps, her rhythm quickening, her moans becoming more urgent. Our lips meet and I swallow the sound of her pleasure.

“Xero,” she moans into the kiss. “I’m going to come again.”

“Then let go, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

She buries her face in the hollow of my neck, her muscles tightening, her hands clawing at my back as she rides me to the brink of climax. Her cries muffle against my skin as tremors ripple through her small frame, and along the walls trembling around my cock.

My pleasure builds. Her muscles clench and spasm around my shaft, driving me closer to the edge. The sudden constricting sensation causes me to cry out. Her body quakes with her release and that sweet pussy grips my shaft. Then her keening cry has me teetering over the edge.

Hands tightening around her hips, I hold her down as I thrust up into her wet heat, each stroke harder, more desperate. The pressure within my core intensifies to the point of suffocation, setting every nerve alight. My world narrows to the feel of her around my cock, the heat, the tightness, the slick slide of her flesh against mine.

“Fuck, little ghost,” I growl, my voice strained. “I’m so close.”

Her nails dig into my back, sending sparks of electricity that power my thrusts. “Come for me, Xero,” she whispers, her voice breathy and broken. “Fill me up.”

Her words, the desperation in her voice, the pussy pumping me to insanity pushes me past the point of no return. Every muscle in my body tightens, my breath catching in my throat as the pleasure peaks. It’s like exploding fireworks, an intense, almost unbearable sensation that breaks me into a million pieces and reconstructs me into the man Amethyst needs.

My orgasm surges from the base of my spine, spreading a fiery wave of pleasure that leaves me destroyed. I bury myself deep inside my love, my cock pulsing as I release, filling her with jet upon jet of cum.

I make a silent vow never to conceal information, treat her like she’s fragile, or underestimate the depths of her strength. She’s transcended beyond the girl I strove to protect to a fierce warrior skilled in strategy, subterfuge, and survival.

Amethyst isn’t just my equal, but my perfect match.

Finally, the tremors subside, leaving me breathless and spent. I pull her close, our hearts pounding in unison. “I love you to the very marrow of my bones.”

She smiles against my lips. “And I love you to the last thread of my soul.”

The next afternoon, I walk beside Amethyst through the hallway of our medical facility, all traces of euphoria giving way to gnawing guilt. She clutches my arm, her grip reassuring, but I won’t relax until I see my little sister.

I push open the door to the same room I occupied after the fire, greeted by the familiar blips and beeping of monitors. Camila lies on the cot, pale and motionless, almost unrecognizable with her dark curls no longer slicked back in a bun. They spill across the pillow like she’s floating on water. I can’t remember the last time she looked so tiny.

Amethyst squeezes my arm, offering me a burst of comfort. “Talk to her.”

Swallowing hard, I edge toward the bed. “Camila,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “It’s me.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she cracks a tiny smile. “Xero,” she rasps, her voice warm. “We did it.”

But at what cost? I force a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, just a bit sore,” she says with a wince. “Where’s Amethyst?”

“Here.” She moves to my side, placing a hand on Camila’s shoulder.

My sister closes her eyes and exhales a happy sigh. “Good. We all got out in one piece.”

I take her hand. “I’m so sorry. I swore to protect you, and I let you get hurt.”

She squeezes back. “I’m not a child anymore. I’m just the same as any operative. Besides, you couldn’t have stopped me.”

A sigh escapes my lips. I lean down, kiss her temple, and whisper against her skin, “You’re not just any operative, you’re my baby sister.”

The door opens, and Jynxson walks in, clad in a pair of boxers and a rib binder. Apart from his tousled dark hair, I wouldn’t guess they had to dig him out of a collapsed tunnel.

He pulls me into a tight hug. “I was worried about you for a minute there, man.”

“You have a count of five before my fist lands in your balls,” I say.

Snickering, Jynxson tightens his grip around my shoulders. “Then I’d better make this hug count.”

I relax in his dubious embrace. Jynxson might be the most annoying asshole to have ever existed, and flouting an inappropriate relationship with Camila, but he’s the closest thing I have to a brother. And not just because I murdered the others.

He releases me before the non-existent countdown and wraps his arms around my little ghost. As predicted, he catches my eye. The possessive rage that usually surges at the sight of another man getting close to her is absent. Amethyst’s love for me is absolute.

Jynxson draws back and pats Camila on the head. “Glad you’re back.”

My brow pinches.

Camila glances at me and chuckles. “We broke up before the blast.”

I turn to Jynxson, my eyes narrowing. Before I can remind him of the threat I made about breaking her heart, he raises his palms and says, “She dumped me.”

The door swings open, and Isabel strides in holding a tablet. Her white coat is crumpled, and her hair is arranged in a messy bun, but she offers us a tired smile.

“Did you get any sleep?” I pull her into a hug.

She yawns. “Not until after the surgery, which went extremely well. The bullet nicked a rib, but missed all vital organs. With proper rest, Camila will make a full recovery.”

A weight lifts off my shoulders, and I exhale a long breath. Last night, her injury looked life threatening. “Thank you.”

Isabel steps back to address Amethyst and me. “Dr. Dixon needs you both to book thorough medicals. Especially you, Xero, after being involved in another fire.”

Before I can respond, Amethyst steps forward and blurts, “I’m sorry. It was me who set the crawl space alight. Will Xero’s lungs ever recover?”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side. “I already said you were forgiven.”

Eyes softening, Isabel closes the distance between us and takes Amethyst’s hand. “You’ve saved Xero in more ways I can say by helping us capture Delta. Just take care of his heart.”

My gaze drops down to my little ghost, whose eyes shimmer with unshed tears. The three women I love most in the word exchange smiles, filling my chest with a profound sense of ease.

“Has he said anything yet?” Isabel asks.

I shake my head and grimace at the events of the morning. Father isn’t just a Moirai trained assassin—he’s its founder. He took great delight in explaining that our interrogation techniques would fail.

“It’ll take a while to break his silence, but I made sure he can’t escape. I extracted all his teeth and scanned him for trackers. The stubbornness will fade once it sinks in that he’s fully trapped.”

I bask in triumph for a few precious moments with my family before the reality of our victory fades. We still have one more enemy to vanquish—the Moirai. Even if Father releases the names of its management team, we still have to track each member. The only reason we found Father after a decade of searching was because Amethyst unlocked some vital memories.

With a sigh, I steer us toward the door. “I need to excuse myself. We need to attend a funeral.”

“Whose?” Jynxson asks.

“My mother’s,” Amethyst replies.

“What about Dolly?” Camila asks.

“Her body is also in the crematorium. Dr. Saint identified Dolly’s corpse as mine, so I can be declared dead,” Amethyst says, her lips twitching with a smile.

Isabel looks at me, her brows rising. “There are rumors flying around online that you killed her.”

I grin. “Let them think what they want. As long as the police stop hunting Amethyst.”

As we leave Camila’s room, we bump into Tyler in the hallway.

“Hey, Xero. I have a lead on Dr. Forster.”

“Really?” Amethyst says with a gasp.

He nods. “He changed his name to Corvelle after getting struck off following the raid. I tracked him down to a private practice outside Victoria Park. Should we bring him in?”

Dr. Forster was her mother’s therapist who sent Amethyst to the asylum and administered those inhumane treatments. The thought of my girl torturing another bastard from her past makes my heart thrum.

“What do you say, little ghost?” I ask.

“Bring him,” she snarls.