Chapter 10 - Victoria
Victoria
X avier led me outside to where we’d been earlier. The warm night air carried the sounds and smells of summer on it: insects calling, leaves rustling in a soft breeze, and the sweet, sharp scent of freshly cut grass.
“Ever been lost in there?” he motioned toward the hedge maze.
“No. I actually haven’t been in there at all.”
Wicked playfulness sparked in his eyes. “No time like the present.”
“Wha— Xavier,” I exclaimed as he pulled me onto the path.
“It’ll be fine, city princess. Trust me.”
We stayed silent through all the left and right turns, until arriving at a clearing with lights and columns. Large stone benches sat along the edges. They almost looked like sacrificial tables.
Did he just get us to the center of this thing?
“That was easy.”
“How did—”
“Jax and Dante told me.” His grin was so damn intoxicating. “Apparently they’ve been out here many times and said there are two clearings. I asked how to find one of them.”
“I guess Jax knows how to sacrifice some brain cells for the greater good.”
I heard him laugh while I strolled around one of the square columns. The lights were dim, casting blurred shadows on the grass.
Stories about this maze spread like wildfire over the years. Some people got lost for hours trying to find their way. Others got lost on purpose to steal private moments in the darkness.
I stood in the middle, taking it all in. The quiet was gentle and comforting. A stark contrast to the frantic electricity skimming down my spine. Heat and anticipation crawled over every inch of my body. I could feel the intensity of Xavier’s stare burning through the back of my dress.
Fidgeting with the ring hanging from my necklace, I turned to face him.
“If this soccer thing doesn’t pan out for you, there’s always a career in navigation.” I gave him a playful wink, expecting a smart ass reply or a dark stare or maybe even a low, sexy laugh.
What I didn’t expect was the utter chaos his sultry answering smile wrought on my heart.
“This soccer thing,” he repeated, moving closer until I couldn’t see anything else but him. “If that’s the case, I guess I’d rather be the punter.”
“You’d look good in a Legends jersey.”
“Would you wear it?”
Without question . “Maybe.”
“I’d love to see you with my name on your back.” The soft, meaningful dip in his voice arrowed through me. “It would look perfect.”
A seed of awareness blossomed at the underlying meaning. It grew when his hands circled my waist and rested at my lower back. It rooted deep in my soul when he kissed and nipped at my neck. I clutched onto his arms, afraid my knees would give out at any second.
“So, now that we’re here,” my words came out breathier than usual, “what do you have planned for us?”
His already amorous expression flipped to something darker, more dangerous. “I have a number of things planned for you, and every single one ends with you screaming my name in ecstasy.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed his lips to mine. I whimpered at the intensity of his kiss. Urgent. Possessive. Rough.
All my senses narrowed to focus solely on him. The feel of his toned body pressed against me, the taste of whisky and chocolate on my tongue, his fresh, clean scent, and the sounds of his low moans. The mere existence of this man consumed me.
“Tori,” he grit out, collaring my neck and squeezing. “Kneel.”
I didn’t hesitate and dropped to my knees on the cool grass.
He grasped my chin, pressing his fingers into my skin. Desire pooled at my core immediately.
“You are so fucking gorgeous when you kneel for me,” he growled, tipping my face up. “How should I take you first?” He shoved his thumb between my lips, sliding it in and out. “Do I fuck this Ivy League mouth to start? Maybe I’ll play with your sweet little cunt.” His tone went deeper and darker with every word. “Or…I’ll do both at the same time.”
I grazed my teeth against his thumb.
“Is that what you want, Tori? My cock in your mouth while I fuck your cunt with my tongue?” He knelt in front of me, reached around and squeezed my backside. “This is mine, too. Should I take your ass as well? Fill every part of you at once until you collapse in a used heap on the ground?”
Blood pounded in my ears so ferociously I thought I might explode. Seeing him on his knees always drove me wild. Not to mention the vulgar things he wants to do out here. My hand slid between my legs, desperate to provide relief to my throbbing clit.
We’d be exposed and vulnerable to anyone walking through this maze. Eyes watching. Hearts racing.
An unexplored, forbidden part of me unlocked and sprang to life.
I tucked my fingers under the edge of my panties, moaning when they brushed over my clit. My back arched as sparks of pleasure raced through my body.
Savoring it, I closed my eyes and imagined being watched like this.
“No.” Xavier’s gruff voice pulled me back to reality. “Look at me.”
Staring into his eyes heightened everything. So did the absolute focus he pinned on me.
I shuddered.
“Show me,” he commanded. “Show me how much you love this.”
Small whimpers passed through my lips as I continued playing with myself. Different scenarios I’ve only fantasized about in the privacy of my bedroom unfolded in my mind.
Dark fantasies I’ve never shared with anyone.
Me, tied up and on display, while a faceless stranger had his way with me in front of a crowd. Hands wrapped around my neck, rough bites on my skin, sharp slaps on my ass, and being fucked so hard it ended with uninhibited screams and moans.
Xavier’s lips parted as he watched me. His cheeks flushed with desire.
I rubbed my clit harder and faster. I wanted to please him. Show this side of myself only to him .
“ Xavier . Oh my God. I want…”
“Come for me, love.” His voice was pure gravel.
Pressure built between my thighs as the faceless stranger revealed himself to me.
Sapphire eyes. A jagged scar. Dirty words wrapped in an English accent. Tattoos and promises and…
The knot of pressure unraveled quickly.
I tumbled over the edge on a silent scream. Wave after wave of exquisite bliss washed through me. When my eyelids fluttered again, I couldn’t stop them from closing.
I bowed my head and waited for my breathing to slow.
Xavier pulled my hand out from under my dress. I felt the damp heat of his mouth wrap around my fingers when he sucked them clean. The sensation nudged my waning orgasm.
“Stand up.”
Opening my eyes proved to be more of a challenge than I thought. When Xavier’s outstretched hand appeared I took it.
Next thing I knew, I was on my feet. Lust and possession gathered in his arctic eyes.
“Dirty princess.” He backed me up against a column, yanked my dress up around my hips, ripped off my panties, and pushed my legs open with his knee. “That was quite the show you just gave me.”
He remained fully clothed, only unzipping his pants enough to free his cock. Its warm, hard length pressed into my lower abdomen.
“What do you plan on doing about it?” I purred, grabbing a handful of his hair.
A sacrilegious grin appeared. “What do you think I should do?”
“Anything you want.”
His deep laugh morphed into a groaned, “ Oh fuck ” when he slammed inside me.
I cried out even though I was so wet he slid in without much resistance. The sharp pleasure filled every part of me.
“I’m going to savor you,” he whispered, pulling out almost all the way. “Then I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
He rocked his hips forward, filling me to the hilt. Again. And again. Faster and harder.
Hot desire prickled over my skin. Energy and vibration ravaged me.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “I want more.”
Xavier slowed, torturing me with exquisite control and precision. Pulling out almost all the way, pushing in until he had nothing left to give. Edging me closer to the release I craved. It drove me crazy.
I clenched around him.
“ Fuck . You’re killing me,” he rasped, dropping his forehead to mine.
A breeze caressed my heated skin as Xavier settled into a more brutal rhythm, making me take every inch, claiming me thoroughly.
“Harder,” I pleaded. “ Please . Let yourself go.”
Ferocious eyes locked onto mine. The mysterious veil slipped away again. Seeing him stripped of any barriers stole my breath.
He stopped thrusting, wrapped my hair around his fist and held it close to the nape of my neck. Using his other hand, he unzipped my dress and pulled it down until it wrapped around me like a belt. His chest heaved when he raked his eyes all over my body. The sight of me standing exposed with his cock buried inside me affected him on a primal level.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you.” He palmed my breast, hovering his mouth at my ear. “Do you want me to ruin you, love? I will. I’ll discover just how much you can take before I tease, bite, lick, and fuck you until my name is the only thing you’ll be able to say.”
The more he spoke and touched me, the more I lost myself in his words. It’s a powerful spell to wield and Xavier does it with such precision. Eyes that stop my breath. Hands that melt me with the faintest whisper of a touch. Taut face. Coiled muscles.
Pure, untamed masculinity. And I wanted every last piece of him.
“Answer me.”
“ Yes .” My voice cracked on a moan.
“Yes, what.”
“I… oh god …ruin me. Please .”
With a grunt, he dipped his head, licking and sucking on my neck while he savagely drove in and out of me. Stretching me. Filling me. Breaking me into millions of pieces and putting me back together, over and over.
The sensations were too much. His mouth, his hands, his…
“ Xavier .”
“Have you had enough already?”
I almost shattered when he looked at me. Unbridled, animalistic need reflected in his eyes.
“No…not enough. More.”
“More?” He dragged his tongue up my neck, until he reached my ear. “Like this?”
He thrust into me so hard I hit my head on the stone column. I grabbed at his shirt for leverage. He was relentless, driving into me without mercy. Deep, possessive, and hard.
“ Fuck, Tori. You feel too…fucking…good.”
An orgasm ripped through me, ravaging my body in uncontrolled pulses and throbs and silent screams.
Xavier didn’t stop. Another orgasm chased the first one. Then another until white-hot pleasure burned every cell in my body.
My knees buckled just as Xavier tumbled over the edge on a loud groan.
His hips continued pumping against me in small thrusts, stopping after he’d given every last bit of himself. We stood this way until our breathing slowed to a more natural tempo.
“Turn around and hold on,” he ordered.
In a daze, I did as he instructed, gripping the sides of the stone column. Xavier pulled my hips back until I bent forward.
“Again,” I panted.
“Yes, again. I’m not finished with you yet. I never will be.”
A sharp slap stung my ass seconds before he pushed into me. I squealed in pleasure, arching my back to take him in deeper.
“It’s so fucking hot how much you like this.” He pulled my head back by the hair so hard I yelped. “Is it rough enough for you now, love?” Another slap. “Is this what you were thinking about when you fingered yourself? Me, taking you however I want, wherever I want?”
“M-maybe.”
His hand clamped around my throat. “It’s a yes or no question, Tori,” he growled. “ Tell me .”
“Yes.” I shuddered when his fingers tightened.
“What was I doing to you?”
Jumbled images from my recurring fantasy played out. “I…I was tied up. Y-you tied me up and… oh .” Another deep thrust. My thighs trembled.
“What else?” He reached down to play with my clit. “Tell me all of it.”
Saying much of anything right now was nearly impossible. Warm breath caressed my ear before I heard, “I’m. Waiting. I want to hear you say it.”
“I was on display. In front of strangers. You were” —thrust— “ oh my god …y-you were choking me. Spanking me. Filling me with your cock. It was rough…and possessive.”
A deep, guttural sound I’d never heard Xavier make before vibrated through him. He gripped my throat so hard I felt myself start to go limp.
“Maybe everyone at the party should see you like this.” His voice was liquid heat. “Naked. Bent over. Getting your tight pussy wrecked.”
“ Yes . Let them watch.”
“So. Fucking. Filthy.” He released my neck and grabbed my hips, holding me still while he ravaged my body.
The sweet sounds and scents of summer mingled with sex and sweat, and panting and moaning.
Xavier buried himself so deep inside me I didn’t think he’d ever get out.
Not that I wanted him to. This was all I wanted right now.
The beginnings of another orgasm knotted and twisted in my belly.
“Oh, God, Xavier .”
His vice-like grip on my hips tightened. “Every fucking inch of you was made for me.” He withdrew almost all the way. “Scream for me, love. I want to feel you coming around my cock when you do.”
One hand fisted my hair. The other reached down to rub my clit.
“I… please let me...”
My words dissolved into a hoarse scream when he pinched my clit and slammed into me in one brutal motion. This orgasm annihilated me on a level I’ve never experienced, tearing through me in waves. I felt him shudder and jerk inside me.
“ Tori …so fucking perfect …”
I swore I blacked out for a second after his moan. Everything went still and silent.
When I came back to my senses, I felt Xavier’s body against mine. His arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me up.
I trembled, slowly collecting myself with every breath.
“Are you okay?” He turned me to face him.
My foggy brain wasn’t able to form any type of response. All I could do was breathe, and even that was challenging.
Xavier’s soft kisses down my neck contrasted so sharply with how he just ravaged me.
Hard and soft. Dark and light. Two facets of the same man.
The gentle stroke of his thumb over my cheek preceded another question. “How do you feel? Alright?”
“I…I…wow.”
That garnered a quiet laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He took his time redressing me and smoothing some of the hair out of my face. There was absolutely no way I looked presentable.
“Can you walk? I want to get you properly cleaned up.”
“Y-yes. I…” My legs wobbled violently. I clutched onto his shoulders.
“We’ll wait a bit.”
Securing an arm around me, he led me to one of the stone benches. The second we sat down, I collapsed into a boneless heap, burying my head in his chest. He sifted his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
The lust fueled fog slowly cleared. I luxuriated in his soothing caresses, intoxicated by comfort, by him, by…
“Feeling alright now?”
“Feeling alright,” I answered on a yawn. “Mmhmm. Perfect. I don’t want this night to end.”
“It won’t,” he whispered, cupping my face.
I blinked up at him, still a little woozy from the after-effects of multiple orgasms. He bent his head to kiss me, the softest one of the night. I cherished it, trying to etch the taste and feel to my memory.
“Are you in any hurry to get me back inside?”
“No, love. I’m perfectly happy right where I am.”
I held him tighter, never wanting to leave his side.
I only wanted to fill my soul with every piece of him.