Текст книги "Vicious secrets"

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Chapter 49DELILAH

Embarrassment slams into me, causing my face to burn with shame. It pairs with a sense of vulnerability and exposure that I hadn’t anticipated experiencing tonight. I want to jump out the nearest window.

I glance around, catching glimpses of curious stares directed our way. “What… What is it?” I finally manage, my voice shaking. Fuck Xavier and his command for silence. If I make it out of here without screaming, it’ll be a miracle.

June hesitates, her expression full of sympathy. “It’s just one word. ‘Mine.’”

I’m going to fucking kill Xavier.

It’s a good thing he told me not to look at any other recruit because if I see a look of disappointment—or even worse disgust—on Ben’s face when he returns to his seat, I’m going to cry. Not to mention the fact that my foster brother is currently getting tattoos that signify he’s killed people. If I don’t look at him, I won’t have confirmation of the number of lives he’s taken.

As the ceremony progresses, my agitation grows. Along with my level of self-consciousness. One by one, the recruits return to their seats, their newly tattooed feathers flowing under the UV lights. I don’t have to see them to hear their snickers or feel their gazes on my back.

Throughout my humiliation, Xavier remains at the front, the recruit with the most marks. I count them, and the heat of embarrassment leaves my cheeks, leaving me pale. He’s been summoned ten times.

Xavier has killed at least ten people, if not more.

This part of the ritual is a validation of his skills, something he can show off with pride. I’m beginning to think he was right about being the best person to protect me from the Order.

Despite my admiration and fear at Xavier’s exploits, my anger continues to rise. The word ‘mine’ written on my skin is a claim of possession, similar but dirtier than the brand on my shoulder. I know without a doubt this was a deliberate act meant to mark me as his in front of this assembly of the world’s most dangerous individuals.

The real question is why? Did he do it to embarrass me? To put me in my place? Or is he so deranged that he believes marking me with his cum is what it takes to keep other men away from me?

My intuition says it’s all of them.

As the final feather is filled in and Xavier rises from the chair and makes his way back to his seat, the complexity of my feelings for him is overwhelming. My skin is buzzing with energy, and my limbs are twitching. I’m torn between attacking and kissing the man beside me.

Xavier has driven me insane.

Admitting to myself that he’s right for the second time in one evening really chaps my ass. When he said that I look at him like I want to kill and fuck him, he wasn’t wrong. And still isn’t.

When the regular lights flicker back to life, I smother a sigh of relief that the cum is no longer visible and glowing. Keeping my head bowed, I fold my hands in my lap to keep from strangling the man beside me.

Xavier, either uncaring or oblivious to my fury, grabs the back of my neck again. I stiffen under his touch. The pressure of his hold doesn’t increase like I expect. Instead, he massages the side of my neck and the curve where it meets my shoulder.

The word ‘mine’ sits just under his tender ministrations, a declaration that ignites both anger and arousal.

The robed member, his presence as commanding as ever, returns to the altar, drawing the room’s attention back to the front. And away from me. Thank God. If He’s even listening to this cum-stained girl’s prayer…

“The Crow’s Covenant is complete,” the man says.

His voice irritates me with its familiarity. Xavier’s father. It took me the entire ceremony to figure it out, but now that I have, I want to get out of here even more.

“We have witnessed the embodiment of skill, dedication, and determination. Our recruits have not only accepted the marks of their accomplishments but have also embraced the weight of the responsibility those marks represent.”

I try to tune him out, but with nothing else to concentrate on, I find myself absorbing his words. And the unspoken ramifications behind them.

“The Trials that lie ahead,” the council member continues, his tone growing more solemn, “will be full of danger and the utmost challenge. They are designed to test not just your physical strength and skill, but your mental resilience, your loyalty, and your ability to adapt and overcome.

“You are the future of this Order, the guardians of our way of life. Rise to the challenge, and may you emerge victorious.”

With the ceremony officially over, the assembly gets to their feet. Xavier stands and pulls me up with him, his fingers still clasping the back of neck. It’s a possessive gesture that isn’t necessary given the cum across the top of my spine.

I glare up at him and part my lips. He squeezes my neck with a shake of his head. “Not here,” he says, so low I barely hear him.

We exit the chapel together, leaving behind the vaulted ceilings painted with angels and saints, while the word “mine” burns invisibly on my skin. The silent claim leaves me with mixed emotions because I’ve never been more humiliated.

But I’ve also never felt more wanted.

After we leave the chapel, we walk down the tower stairwell and head out outside. Xavier guides me deep into the forest instead of the side entrance leading to the main foyer. I remain quiet the entire time. Although it’s been several minutes and we’re alone, I’m not confident I can talk without yelling.

The cool night air bites at my skin, but the heat of my anger keeps me warm. Xavier eventually stops and turns to face me, his gaze searching mine in the moonlight that filters through the branches. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to stare at his torso.

His back might be scarred, but the rest of his body is perfect. His chest, abdomen, and biceps are toned, his muscles flexing as he removes his mask. The man is a masterpiece.

And there’s his tattoos.

Xavier has several, most of them encircling his arms like sleeves, the black ink designs, intricate and detailed. I want to touch them, to trace their patterns and explore their meaning. Especially the single bird perched on a branch. No, it’s a scar, the one I gave him.

“Delilah, I know you’re pissed. I also know you like asking a million fucking questions. So, go ahead. Ask them.”

His voice has me snapping to attention, bringing my gaze to his and my anger to the forefront of my mind like a shield. “Fine. Why did you write that word on my back?”

He steps forward and grabs my chin. His lips are inches from mine, his silver gaze piercing. “I don’t want you to ever forget who you belong to. Not even for a second.” He points in the direction of the castle off in the distance. “And those motherfuckers are the kind that would try to steal you from me. It was a message to you and to them.”

Xavier knows about Eric threatening me. I’ve admitted everything else, so it’s the only logical explanation for his behavior.

“Did you like humiliating me?” I whisper.

He tightens his grip on my chin, tipping my head back until I can’t look away. “I’ll tell the truth if you do.”

“About what?”

“I want to know what Gage said to you. Word for fucking word.”

“It doesn’t matter if you end up trading me for Brenda.”

He leans closer until the tip of his nose grazes mine and his fingers dig into my skin. “If you wanted my attention, then you fucking have it. Listen, because I’m only going to say this once. I’ll never give you up. And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me. If you look to another man for something I can give you, I’ll show you just how possessive I can fucking be.”

Xavier’s expression darkens, but his eyes glint with something fierce. “Don’t try to change the subject again. What did Gage say to you? Give me a reason to rip his fucking tongue out.”

My heart is pounding so hard and fast that I’m starting to feel lightheaded. The way he says those words is so final, so sure, it scares the hell out of me. He did it once before to Frank, but I’m not worried about myself.

I don’t want anything to happen to Xavier because of me.

“I’m going to tell you the truth, but I need to know something first,” I say.

Xavier studies me, his gaze intense. Then he nods once. I take a step back and he lets his arm fall to his side.

“Okay.” I pause as my thoughts collide with one another, all of them demanding to receive answers. I settle on the most important one, the very question that started this entire thing. “Why were you at the house three years ago?”

“My father sent me to watch over Benjamin. Without any uncles or cousins, he’s the only heir to the McKenzie family.”

“So it had nothing to do with me?”

Xavier slowly shakes his head. “No.”

“Makes sense.”

Something inside me dies. I can’t explain why, but it shrivels, leaving me withering inside. Of course Xavier didn’t really want me. He killed Frank to protect Ben. I’m positive Xavier chose me as his bride just to piss off Eric. It was never about me.

He might want me now, but he didn’t in the beginning.

“Eric said he’s going to take what belongs to you, starting with me and ending with your empire,” I say. “I don’t know why you two have this rivalry going on, but from now on, leave me out of it.”

I turn around to walk away, needing to be alone and sort my thoughts into something that makes sense. Xavier moves quickly, snatching my wrist and halting my steps. He pulls me toward him until the tips of our shoes are touching.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I’m leaving, so I won’t punch you in the face.”

He scoffs. “If you hit me, you’d better fucking run. Because when I catch you, I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do it and find out.”

I stare at him, his beauty an illusion to his viciousness. A contradiction of hard and soft, gentle and rough. This is a game of power, his dominance over my submission.

My heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through me. Xavier doesn’t move. He merely lifts an eyebrow. That cocky expression is what sets me off.

I hit him so hard in the chin, I knock myself off balance and my knuckles crack. Or is that the sound of my bones breaking?

Holy fuckballs, that hurt.

He massages his jaw, working out the ache. His eyes narrow in warning, but I’m already sprinting, his words trailing behind me.

“Run, little raptor.”

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Chapter 50DELILAH

The forest becomes a blur as I dart between trees, their gnarled roots and low-hanging branches mere obstacles in a game that’s suddenly all too real. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the cool night air sharp in my lungs, but I push myself harder, driven by apprehension and anticipation.

Behind me, the night is quiet except for the sound of air rushing past my ears. I strain to hear any signs of Xavier moving through the darkness. He’s not just following me.

He’s hunting me.

The occasional rustle of leaves or the snap of a twig heightens the tension streaming through me.

This isn’t like the Bride Hunt. This time, I want to be caught. Well, my body does. My mind isn’t sure that submitting to Xavier is the wisest decision. And my heart… is confused by what he makes me feel. By the things he makes me yearn for.

I weave through the trees, my heart beating unsteadily, the pain in my knuckles forgotten. Every shadow that moves causes adrenaline to flood me until every sense is heightened and my skin tingles with the sensation of being watched.

I swear I can almost feel him closing in, his steps measured and silent, a ghost in the night. Until he catches me. Then he’ll be completely flesh and blood.

Suddenly, he’s there, staring at me through his mask. He emerges from the trees with a grace that belies his size. He doesn’t grab me, doesn’t try to stop me. Instead, he matches my pace, running alongside me.

I flip him off and take off, pushing my body to the breaking point. My breaths are short, sharp bursts, and each one has pain streaking through my chest. Dots appear in my vision, and I rapidly blink them away.

Unsure if I’m successful in my getaway, I chance a look over my shoulder. The absence of his presence throws me off-kilter. I slow to a jog, glancing around, wondering if I’ve lost him or if he’s given up the chase.

Until he wraps his arms around me from behind. My scream bounces off the trees, getting lost in the night. The thrill and surprise of being caught are quick to wear off when he drags me backwards.

This is a test of wills between predator and prey, where the lines are blurred and the outcome is uncertain. Does he really plan on fucking me, or was that an empty threat to scare me into obedience?

I dig my heels into the ground, losing one shoe and then the other. My struggle doesn’t deter Xavier in the slightest. He continues taking me to an unknown destination.

Until the ceremonial altar comes into view.

I fight him with everything I have, my movements fueled by a panic brought on by my past experience in this place… and the arousal building at his domineering touch.

Xavier tightens his grip, and I thrash harder. He growls and flips me around to face him, his hand gripping my wrist. Still, I struggle.

“Let go.”

When he doesn't answer me, I try to hit him again. My fist connects with his shoulder, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me close, his body pressing into mine.

“You played the game and lost,” he says. “Now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”

Xavier pushes me until the backs of my thighs hit the altar. He grabs my waist and lifts me up to set me on the stone, his gaze hot and hungry. My heart is a violent thunderstorm, the blood pounding through my veins. I’m both frightened and turned on by the intensity in his gaze, by the way his breathing has deepened.

Faster than I can blink, he grabs my throat and slams my back onto the flat surface, the air whooshing from my lungs. Before I can draw breath, he crawls on top of me and straddles me, his knees on either side of my hips, his face inches above mine. I have no idea what to expect, and he gives me no time to contemplate the possibilities.

He snaps a manacle in place.

My breath hisses between my teeth, and I tug against the restraint. “Take this off.”

He answers me by securing my other wrist. I lie on the cold stone, staring up at the man responsible for my current situation.

Xavier leans over me. “This is supposed to be a consequence, but I don’t think you’ll feel that way by the end.”

He removes a knife from his pocket, the blade glinting in the moonlight. My muscles clench as he trails the tip along my lace bodice, his gaze locked on mine, his other hand still on my throat. With a flick of his wrist, the blade slices through the delicate material.

He uses the knife’s edge to peel back the fabric, and I gasp as the cold air hits my newly exposed skin. My nipples harden under his gaze, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache building inside me. He continues running the knife over my dress, slicing through the layers until I’m in nothing except my bra and panties.

“Those are pretty,” he says.

I hold my breath as Xavier traces patterns on my skin with the tip of the knife. But he never breaks the skin. He’s playing with me, using my fear to heighten my arousal.

It’s working.

Finally, he cuts through the remaining scraps of lace covering me and tosses them onto the ground. He sets the knife down next to me and runs his hand over my bare skin, his eyes on mine, his pupils contracting with lust.

I can’t breathe. My breasts are heavy, aching for his attention. My pussy flutters, wanting to be stroked, to be filled. He’s got me craving things I never imagined.

He drags his fingers down my stomach, over my clit, and along my pussy. I can picture him smiling behind his mask when he finds the dampness between my legs.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

He eases down my body, and I spread my thighs in invitation. It’s not begging, but it’s close.

“If I don’t stretch you, you won’t be able to take me,” he says.

Xavier slides his finger inside, up to the first knuckle. I stiffen at the new sensation. He doesn’t stop, just continues forward, until the heel of his palm is flush with my pussy.

“Fuck,” he says. “You’re going to kill me.”

I can’t get the words out to ask why because he starts moving his finger in and out, caressing the inside of me. I close my eyes and arch my back, my hips following the rhythm of his hand.

He adds a second finger and scissors them, stretching me further than before. He continues adding more force and power with every thrust. The chains on my wrists rattle in time to his movements.

“You like that?” he asks.

I open my eyes to look up at him and nod.

“Use your words, Delilah.”

“Yes.”

I moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. My orgasm builds quickly, jolts of pleasure skittering through my body. The sensation becomes more intense with each passing moment, as does my desperation for relief.

“Xavier, faster.”

“Not yet, pretty girl. We’re just getting started.”

His words are the only warning I receive before he inserts a third finger. I freeze until he starts fucking me with them. Of their own accord, my hips buck. His fingers are relentless, but he never increases his pace like I want.

“I need…” I say between pants. “More.”

He lifts his head and withdraws his fingers from me. I stifle a groan of frustration. He’s the one who has my body under his control, leaving me helpless to do anything except follow his orders. He’s unraveling me, destroying my will with every touch and every kiss.

“Are you ready to beg, little raptor?”

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Chapter 51XAVIER

Istare down at Delilah, knowing I’ll never see anything as beautiful as her wet and ready to take my cock. Fingering that fucking tight cunt of hers nearly pushed me over the edge, into a realm of madness that can only be relieved by fucking her until I pass out.

She might be the one who’s chained, but I’m a slave to her.

My cock is so hard that one touch from her could be it. I can’t allow her to ruin this for me, not when I’ve waited so long for this moment. If she hadn’t sucked my dick earlier, I might not be able to hold back. Even now, if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll lose my fucking mind.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” I say.

She gazes up at me, her green eyes like grass, dewy with tears of frustration. Something I’m very familiar with. I’ve fucked my hand more than she’ll ever know.

“What?” she asks.

“Beg me to fuck you.” I briefly glance at the chains. “Those aren’t coming off until you do.”

She narrows her gaze in challenge, and I groan. My girl is feisty, and it only makes precum gather on the tip of my cock. It twitches, needing relief.

I’m quick to remove the rest of my clothing before straddling her once more. I stroke myself, watching her eyes follow my hand up and down. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. You, spread for me, your pussy dripping.”

Her eyes widen when I lean forward and drag my cock along her slit and line it up with her pussy. Her wetness and my precum mix together, making me grit my teeth with satisfaction. She’s pushing me to my limits, so it’s time to return the favor.

I tease her, using the tip of my cock to draw circles on her clit. Delilah moans and shifts underneath me, trying to find relief, but there won’t be any. I need her to break so I can put her back together in a design of my choosing.

“Either fuck me or don’t,” she hisses.

I click my tongue at her. “That’s not begging.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. I’ve waited three fucking years for this. Do you think I won’t prolong it for another hour or two?”

She licks her lips. “What?”

“I haven’t fucked anyone since the night I met you, and nothing is going to stop me from hearing you choose me.”

“I have.”

“Then fucking say it.”

When she shakes her head, I stop gripping my dick to wrap my fingers around her throat. I squeeze until her lips part, the sound of her ragged breathing making my balls tighten.

“The next fucking word out of your mouth better be ‘please.’”

“Please,” she gasps.

I tilt my head. “What was that?”

She struggles in earnest, her skin changing color. “Please, Xavier.”

I release her neck to line up my cock with her cunt and drive it as deep as I can when she sucks in a breath. Her gasp fills my ears, but I’m still waiting for her scream. I’m not even halfway in.

Delilah is so fucking tight. Her pussy clenches around me, the walls of her cunt gripping me like a fist. It feels so fucking good, her heat and wetness enveloping my cock. It’s like heaven and hell all at once.

She’s going to fucking kill me.

I slide my hand around the nape of her neck to anchor her to me as I thrust my hips forward, claiming another inch of her pussy. And then another. She groans, the sound vibrating through her body and straight to my cock. It pulses, ready to fuck her raw.

But I won’t. Not yet. I want to savor every part of her.

I keep pressing deeper until I’m filling her, until she claws my back, drawing blood as I take her virginity, drawing hers. No one has ever been inside her, and no one else ever fucking will. The moment is so intense that I pause, wanting to commit every single detail to memory. But it doesn’t last long because my need to fuck her takes over.

I pull out almost completely before ramming back into her, forcing her body to accept me. My pace becomes rough and demanding, my grip bruising. I don’t stop, not when her nails rake down my back, over my tattooed feathers. I don’t stop when she whimpers into my shoulder right before her teeth sink into my flesh.

I want to claim her. And I am. Her body is mine.

“Look at me,” I say.

It takes a moment, but her eyes find mine, the green glittering like emeralds. The sight of her looking up at me, full of my cock with my cum on her back, makes me thrust harder, faster, deeper.

“You feel this?” I ask, slamming into her again, the chains rattling loudly. “This is real. This is what I’ve protected for three years, what I’ve waited for. What I’ll never fucking share.”

I punctuate the statement with another hard thrust, the force causing her body to slide up, her hair spilling over the edges of the altar. Delilah moans and lifts her hips, her eyes glazed with lust.

The sight is almost too much. My possessive nature and her acceptance of it is my undoing.

I grab the chain connected to the manacle and yank her toward me, the movement forcing me deeper inside her, tearing a cry from her lips. I can’t take my eyes off of her, the way she responds to me, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

Her moans increase in volume and frequency as her pussy gets wetter. I drive as deep as I can go, wanting this to last but knowing she needs relief. As long as it’s when I say, my girl always gets to come first.

I reach out and grab her throat. “I just need a little bit more.”

Her cunt squeezes me as if to give me what I want. Every minute spent inside Delilah is fucking perfection. She takes me so beautifully, even though she’s gasping for air.

“Come for me,” I say, releasing her throat.

My command is all she needs. Her pussy contracts, and her body jerks. She screams my name. The sound of it sets off my orgasm, and I fill her with my cum, the force of it making my vision blur.

When I blink, she comes into focus. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she’s all mine.

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