Chapter 20 - Xavier

Xavier

I t didn’t take me long to find an empty room down the hall from the main party area. Looked like a study or something. Didn’t really matter.

Prove it .

I walked toward a desk, faced her, and leaned against it. “Take off everything except the jersey.”

Victoria stood in the middle of the room, staring doe-eyed at me. Her cheeks flushed when she kicked off her trainers and wriggled out of her jeans.

Part of me wanted to bury myself inside her right now. A bigger part wanted to toy with her like a predator who’d just captured the one creature that eluded him for too long.

“ Everything except the jersey,” I ordered. “Don’t make me say it again.”

She did that really sexy thing where she unhooked her bra and removed it while keeping her shirt on. Then she removed her lace panties.

Possessiveness gripped at me.

The most gorgeous woman on the planet stood in front of me, wearing nothing but my jersey. She stared back, her eyes filled with trust and anticipation.

I approached slowly, circling her, intoxicated by the scent of her arousal. Natural and clean. Tangy with a hint of sweet. When I stopped behind her and pressed my body to hers, I heard a soft moan.

“Feel that?” I asked, rubbing my clothed erection against the soft curve of her ass. “This is what you fucking do to me. You . No one else.” I reached around and wrapped my hand around her neck, enjoying the erratic flutter of her pulse. “How do you want me to prove it to you?”

The column of her throat expanded and contracted in my grip when she swallowed.

“Take me in a way you’ve only fantasized about.” The unexpected sharpness in her tone hardened my already aching cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned, giving in to my instincts.

Reckless taking.

It’s gotten me into trouble before but I didn’t care anymore. I was tired of denying who I was and suppressing what I wanted. Victoria showed me I could do as I pleased with her. I always asked, and she always consented.

What she didn’t know was once I was through with her, she’d be ruined. Filthy. Depraved.

“Remember when I said you haven’t seen me untamed yet?” I brushed my thumb over her lips. “You still haven’t.” I trailed my fingers down and squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple through her shirt. She arched her back. “Do you know what it will mean when I come undone?” I slid my hand down further, parting her thighs.

“Yes.”

“No you don’t, love.” I dipped my fingers inside her. “This is mine. Every inch of you is mine. Mine to love. Mine to kiss. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck however I want.” My fingers plunged in and out of her. “If another man tries to touch or take what is mine, do you know what will happen? He’ll wish he was never born. The first person on that list is the asshole who groped you.” My other hand closed around her throat again. “And you. What will happen to you?”

I applied pressure to both sides of her neck. Not enough to restrict blood flow, but enough to make her squirm when I teased her clit.

“You’ll be tied to my bed or wherever I want to restrain you. And then I’ll fuck you so long and so hard you won’t remember your own name. Only mine.”

She clenched around my fingers. I loved how much she loves this.

“Do you understand, Tori?”

“Yes.”

“Who do you belong to?” I shoved my fingers deeper inside her, curled them, and pulled out slow. When they hit the spot that drives her mad, her knees buckled.

“You,” she whimpered. “I belong to you.”

“Yes you fucking do, dirty princess.” I let go of her neck and pulled my fingers out. When I stood in front of her to suck my fingers clean, she smiled.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Green.”

I walked back over to the desk, turned to face her, and leaned against it.

“Kneel here.” I pointed at my feet.

She hadn’t taken a full step when I lifted a hand to stop her, lowered my voice, and commanded, “Crawl to me.”

Her lips parted on a sharp exhale. A subtle pink stained her cheeks. Her hands shook ever so slightly. All the different ways her body reacted to me went straight to my groin, making my cock exceedingly happy.

The wanton stare she leveled at me as she sank to her knees was almost enough for me to abandon this little game and take her where she was. I could tell from the impassioned glow in her eyes she was having a hard time not saying something smart.

Despite a brief, shallow sigh, she started crawling. Slowly. Deliberately. Eyes locked on mine.

The dark fire burning between us intensified.

“I love watching you, my gorgeous girl. You are so sexy.”

I memorized how her back dipped and the supple curve of her ass as she moved. The way pieces of her hair fell and framed her face.

Then she bit her lip and grinned.

Thank fuck I’d trained my body for years not to react until the precise moment. Not moving proved to be a challenge.

Her smile remained when she knelt in front of me. I grabbed her chin, tipping her head up.

I made short work of unzipping my jeans and releasing my cock. “Open.”

With a flirtatious gleam in her eyes, she parted her lips. I slipped inside the warmth of her mouth, pushing until I was buried down her throat.

“Fuck... Victoria .” No matter how many times we’ve done this, the sensation of her mouth on me always sent a shudder rippling through my body. When she swallowed against me and her throat squeezed around my length, I almost lost it.

“That’s my filthy princess. So eager to please,” I growled.

Her eyes watered when she looked up at me. My legs shook from the effort it took not to lose control and come down her throat.

Loud, raucous laughter echoed in the hallway. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door or not. At this point, I did not give one flying shit.

Victoria didn’t even flinch at the sound. In fact, she took me in deeper. Part of me wished someone would walk in and marvel at the perfect woman kneeling at my feet, wearing my name on her back, worshipping my cock.

“So good, love,” I rasped. “This feels so fucking good.” My head fell back. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the silky heat of her mouth, thrusting until I felt the back of her throat.

We settled into a rhythm, slow at first, then faster and harder.

I grabbed the back of her head. “Do you want them to open the door and watch? Do you want to show them all who I belong to?”

She looked up at me, gasping for air, tears spilling from her eyes. Christ, she was a beautiful disaster. Mascara running, her cheeks stained pink, and my cock stuffed in her mouth.

The vibration from her moan, combined with the sensation of her tongue and teeth on my shaft, destroyed me. Violent tremors shook my thighs. My orgasm seared through me, wild and ruthless. I clutched onto the desk and surrendered on a deep moan.

Victoria swallowed every bit, slowly pulled her mouth off me, and glanced up. With a sultry grin, she licked the corner of her mouth where a pearl of cum remained.

Holy. Fuck. That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

The laughter died down out in the hall but I could see shadowed feet from under the door.

“Get up,” I ordered, my voice thick with lust. “Go to the door.”

Watching her pert ass walk away drove me to the edge. She’d barely made it there before I pressed my body into hers, shoving her against the ornate wood. The low hum of hushed voices saturated the air.

“We have company. Should I continue?”

Her hands pushed hard against the door when she arched her back. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

My hand drifted down to her ass. I slapped it hard. “Is that how you’re supposed to answer me?”

Her breaths came out harsh and raspy. “You talk too much, Maddox.”

I clamped my other hand around her neck and squeezed. “Is that so?” Another sharp slap on her ass. “Should I continue?”

“Green… fucking green .”

A loud, euphoric groan passed her lips when I slammed into her. I fucked her so hard I thought I’d break her. Or the door. It rattled with every brutal thrust, rhythmically announcing what we were doing to whoever stood on the other side of it. And they sure as hell still stood there.

Sex with Victoria always felt like heaven. But this? I’ve been so starved for her. Getting myself off on video chats or phone calls only helped so much. I craved her body, her scent, her moans. Everything.

When I slowed my frantic thrusts she whipped her head around.

“Xavier,” she panted . “I’m so close…don’t stop.”

I pulled out, spun her to face me and lifted her. She hooked her legs around my waist just as I slid back inside.

“Do you like getting your pretty cunt pounded with others listening?”

“ Yes . I… fuck …coming.”

“You’ll finish when I tell you.”

Victoria uttered a small warning growl in response. My lips curved in a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

I pulled almost all the way out, edging her with slow, measured thrusts. Her little moans of protest were all for show. I know she loves when I play like this.

“Beg me, dirty princess.” I reached down between us and stroked her clit. “Tell me how much you need me to make you come.”

“You feel so…just let me.”

I pressed into her, savoring how our bodies molded together with perfection. “Beg me, Tori. I want to hear how much you need me.”

Her head thudded against the door in surprise. Edging her was one thing. Making her beg was new.

I held her hips, preventing her from moving. A low growl rumbled in my chest when she clenched around me.

“Are you going to do as I say?”

“Maybe.”

“That word will not get you what you want.”

The fiery gleam in her eyes lit me up inside. So did the sight of her on the verge of breaking apart. Tousled hair, raspy breaths, skin shining with sweat. An absolute gorgeous fucking mess.

Holding back tortured me just as much but my darker side loved this push and pull.

“Beg.” I thrust my hips enough to tease her. She clutched onto my shoulders, writhing from the denial.

“ Oh my God . Let me, please.”

“Let you what?”

“Come. Please, let me come.”

I shook my head, grinding against her. “You can do so much better than that.”

Her legs tightened around my thighs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled to the point of delicious pain. “I need… please .”

I stroked my tongue along her lower lip, slowly thrusting my cock in and out. “You need what?”

She groaned in frustration. “You…I need you… Xavier ,” she nearly sobbed. “Please let me come.”

“That’s my girl.” I plunged deep inside her. She wanted rough, she’s going to get fucking rough.

In and out. Harder and faster each time I staked my claim. Victoria’s moans turned into squeals of ecstasy. I fucked her like a man possessed. A man who’d been deprived of how it feels to be inside a woman. When the pressure started building at the base of my spine, I groaned.

I slowed a little, just to prolong what was about to happen.

Victoria’s nails dug into my ass, sending shockwaves through me. I reached between us to rub her clit, giving her the release she so clearly deserved.

“Come for me, love.”

“ Xavier .” She bit down on my lower lip. Shit, that hurt in the best way. “Harder. Please .”

The sound of her husky demand fueled me.

My mind went blank. I rubbed her clit faster, driving into her not for pleasure alone, but for survival. For my own selfish needs.

Watching her fall apart in front of me was sexy as hell. Her uninhibited screams, her body trembling, her eyelids fluttering shut. The way she held onto me so tight, like she’d never let go.

“ Fuck ,” I yelled, surrendering to the electricity coursing through my body. I came so hard I had to press myself against her to remain standing.

My vision blurred. My hips jerked and thrusted. My cock throbbed, viciously pumping cum in a never-ending stream.

This had to be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Everything went hazy and quiet.

The first thing I became aware of was how gently Victoria ran her fingers through my hair. I didn’t remember burying my face in her neck but since I was there, I kissed her glistening skin, breathing hard as my muscles started to loosen and relax. All the tension I’d shoved down the last few months dissipated. Something inside me rebalanced itself.

“Hey,” she whispered, still stroking my hair. “You alright?”

I looked at her. “Never better. You?”

“Yeah, I’m…wow.” She had a small, dream-like smile.

So beautiful .

An aftershock from my powerful release nearly knocked me to the floor. That never fucking happens. Never.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re a bit unsteady.”

“Must be your imagination.” I kissed her, wanting to claim her again so completely, so unapologetically, that we’d never be able to survive without each other.

Victoria trembled in my arms, framing my face with her hands. “You’ve never kissed me like that before.”

“Like what?”

Her shy smile pierced the few remaining barriers I kept up. This woman . She had no idea the things I would do for her. The lengths I would go. The risks I would take.

“I can’t explain it…it felt like…forever.” The light touch of her fingers on my scar shook me to the core. “I’m not making any sense.”

Forever .

“Makes perfect sense to me.”

A silent promise passed between us as our breathing slowed and bodies relaxed.

“Are you okay to stand?” I asked, carrying her away from the door.

“Are you?” she sassed.

“I’m still semi-hard inside you. I don’t think you’re asking the right question.”

“I do enjoy an encore.”

“You’ll get one. Several, in fact.” I smirked, pulling out and holding her close when she slid her legs to the floor. “I’ll be fucking you all night in this jersey when I take you to the hotel.”

“You’re obsessed with the jersey. Athletes and their god complexes.”

“You love it.” I zipped myself up, noticing a box of tissues on the desk. Not the best option but it’ll do until I get her in the shower.

“Care to test that theory?”

“I think I just did.” I went to grab the tissues and walked back.

“Ah-ha. The ego strikes first.”

I knelt to clean her. When I looked up and met her soft gaze, I smiled.

“What?”

“I…I just really like you on your knees.”

“Yeah?” I stood up. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She shot me one of her trademark smart ass looks as she grabbed her clothes.

I leaned against the door, watching her redress and fix her makeup.

She pulled her hair out of the elastic, bent forward to comb through it with her hands, and gathered it up again. When she popped back upright, her radiant smile lit my soul on fire. We need to get to the hotel immediately.

“Let’s go before I devour the rest of you on that desk.”

“Please do,” she purred, kissing my cheek.

When I opened the door, we were greeted by Cade. The flustered grin on his face actually made me laugh.

“Can I help you with something, mate?” I asked, wrapping an arm around Victoria’s waist.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down. “Uh, I was just walking by.”

“Right. And I’m the crown prince of Norway.”

“Cade.” Victoria’s melodic voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you blushing?”

The utter look of horror crossing his face amused me beyond reason. Cade and I were quite similar when it came to our confidence around women and the sexual activities we enjoyed. He wasn’t embarrassed about what he’d heard. Not in the least.

“Gallagher isn’t sure if he should tell us how much he enjoyed himself.”

A small laugh escaped Victoria. “Don’t be shy. I obviously had a good time.”

Cade regained his bravado and announced, “I had three women making the same sounds tonight. Three.” His eyes ping-ponged from Victoria to me. “Hearing you lot was alright.”

“You have a little something on you.” Victoria pointed to the corner of her own mouth.

He did. Lipstick. Bright red, from the looks of it.

“Proof of a good time had by all. You should see where else I have several badges of honor.”

“ Cade .” My low, threatening tone didn’t faze him one bit.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she replied, sliding a hand under my shirt. “Are they full-fledged members of your fan club now?”

“Don’t encourage him.”

Cade’s grin widened. “I’m glad one of you appreciates my recruiting process.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” I lobbed a good-natured punch to his shoulder before walking away.

By the time we made it back to the hotel, I was more than ready to go another round. And I did. Since I’d been a little too selfish with her at the party, I made sure to give Victoria every ounce of my attention.

I feasted on her until she couldn’t breathe, alternating between gentle licks and long, hard pulls on her clit. It was so swollen and tender. When I grazed my teeth against it, her delicate moan arrowed straight to my cock.

Victoria fisted her hand in my hair as I deliberately kept my rhythm slow and soft at first. Her thighs trembled when I started to suck harder. I pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out until my hand was soaked.

Drunk from her scent and greedy for more, I used my tongue. Nothing tasted as good as Victoria. Nothing.

“Xavier.” She uttered my name on a whimpered moan.

When I lifted my head to look at her, my blood surged. The most beautiful shade of rose dusted her cheeks. Her lust-drunk eyes glittered in the dim glow from the lights.

“I’m not done yet, love.” I dipped my tongue back inside her briefly. “I won’t ever be done with you.”

Victoria responded with a raspy sigh.

I returned to my slice of heaven, sucking and licking until she shook around me. When her breaths turned sharp and shallow, I hooked my hands around her thighs to keep her from moving. Slowly, and carefully, I nibbled on her clit while stroking my tongue on it. Then I pinched it hard between my teeth for a brief moment. Not even a second later, her entire body surrendered to violent tremors.

“You taste so good,” I moaned when the slickness from her orgasm coated my tongue.

Fuck. Forget actual food. I could live off Victoria forever.

Her body relaxed briefly while I gently licked her clit in slow circles, soothing her and coaxing another orgasm.

Hearing her sultry moans and sighs when I laid next to her made the damn thing in my chest break into a million pieces.

“I love you,” I whispered, pulling her close.

Cupping my face, she pressed a kiss to my mouth. “I love you, too.”

Victoria will never fully know or understand what hearing those words come out of her means to me. How affected I am. Knowing she could possibly love the worst parts of me simultaneously terrified and calmed me.

“Xavier?”

“Mmhmm.”

“We should take care of this.” Her hand grazed over my hard length.

“We will.” I moved her hand when she started stroking me. “Give yourself a few minutes to recover then we’ll shower.”

“Minutes,” she scoffed. “I won’t be able to walk right for the next few days after what you just did.”

“Is that an official complaint?”

“Not even close.”

She draped herself on my chest, her hair spilling over my skin in red satin waves. A thoughtful smile curved her lips while she drew lazy circles on my tattoos.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You let yourself go with me tonight. More than you have before.”

I closed my eyes, caressing her arm. She’s right. I did. And I hadn’t even fought against it. I let instinct take over. I’ve not felt this free or whole since before…

Memories I’d rather not relive flooded my mind. I’ll have to deal with them at some point. Not now. I shoved that shit right the fuck down and wrapped Victoria in my arms.