Текст книги "Vicious secrets"

Автор книги: Morgan Bridges

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Chapter 52DELILAH

The morning sun shines through the purple curtains, casting a violet shadow across the floor. I tug at the hem of my skirt, trying to decide if it’s too short for me.

“It’s not going to get any longer, no matter how much you pull on it,” Raven says. She watches me from her bed with a textbook propped open in her lap, her mouth twisted in amusement. “But your legs are banging.”

“Thanks.”

“Is that skirt for X? Better access and all that?”

I meet her gaze, and a flush spreads over my cheeks. “No, it’s for me. I’m feeling sexy today.”

When I look at myself in the mirror, I see the same face, but underneath I’m a completely different person. The woman who stares back at me has a sparkle in her eyes, a sensual smile, and her shoulders back with confidence. Xavier put those there.

“You know, you never confirmed if he’s as hung as people say.” When I shoot her a look, she shrugs. “You can’t blame Sherlock for gathering clues.”

My flush spreads, crawling down my neck. “I’m going to confirm, and then we’re never going to speak about it again. Yes, he’s huge.”

I feel the aftereffects of him fucking me every time I take a step. It reminds me of what happened between us, and then my pussy flutters, making everything worse. I’m going to have to take pain killers all day.

“I fucking knew it,” Raven says with a salacious grin. “I’m happy for you. Insanely jealous but happy.”

I duck my head. “Thanks. Are you sure this skirt isn’t too short?”

Raven waves a hand. “Nah, you look amazing.”

“I’ll see you in the library this afternoon?”

“Yeah,” she says. “As long as you don’t ditch me for your boyfriend.”

I’m of half a mind to tell her that Xavier and I aren’t together like that, but the truth doesn’t matter. June said that the best lies are steeped in truth, and I’m going to run with that.

“I won’t. See you in a bit.”

I grab my backpack and sling my purse over my shoulder before walking out of the door. As I make my way down the hallway and outside, I retrieve my cell phone. My eyes widen at the number of texts waiting for me. Seeing Xavier’s name on the screen has my heart beating faster.

Xavier: That skirt is too short.

Xavier: Take it off or I will.

Xavier: I mean it, little raptor.

Xavier: Answer me.

I look at the time on my phone and bite my lip. If I go back upstairs and change, then I’ll be late for class. Xavier is going to have to be pissed.

Xavier: Stop biting your lip. Unless you’re trying to get me to fuck myself. I don’t think the professor would appreciate that.

Delilah: How do you know what I’m wearing and what I’m doing? Stalker much?

Xavier: It’s not stalking when I own you.

Delilah: 🙄

Xavier: Your legs and that pussy between them are mine.

Delilah: What about the rest of me?

Xavier: Every. Single. Inch.

I hurriedly text him back as I walk through the doors of my first class. The way he talks to me makes me angry, but also turns me on. I don’t understand him or myself.

Delilah: I can’t change until after my second class. I don’t have the time.

Xavier: If you don’t change, I’ll punish you.

Delilah: You want me to suck your dick again? Maybe I’ll like it.

Xavier: If that’s the case, then you’ll love what comes next.

Delilah: Don’t you know what a joke is?

He doesn’t reply to my text, and I’m left wondering if his words are a promise or a threat.

I’m quick to dismiss all thoughts of Xavier as I take my seat and retrieve my laptop.

Luckily for me, my first class goes by quickly after taking notes for an hour straight. When I get up to leave, I find that the painkillers have done their job, and I haul ass to Professor Ames’s class.

Dread coats the inside of my stomach, making me queasy. I haven’t seen him in class since I became Xavier’s bride. I’m sure he was there for the Crow’s Covenant ceremony, but he was wearing a mask like everyone else, hiding his identity. Meanwhile, I was sitting there with Xavier’s cum on my back.

My face burns as I walk into the lecture hall. I settle in the chair at the very end of the room, putting as much distance between us as possible. After triple-checking that my phone is on silent, I wait for class to begin.

The second Professor Ames strides into the room, my embarrassment morphs into irritation. This man falsely accused me of cheating and forced me into signing a contract that gave Xavier the right to control me. Righteous indignation rises in me, and I grit my teeth while keeping my eyes on my computer screen.

Another student drops into the chair next to me. I ignore him, but he doesn’t do the same. His gaze slides over me, pausing on my legs before traveling back up to my breasts. When his eyes meet mine, he grins.

“You look familiar,” he says. “Have we met?”

I shake my head.

“Maybe we should. I’m Victor.”

“I’m not interested,” I whisper, giving him a pointed stare.

“Too bad. You look like you’d be fun.”

I silently fume the entire lecture. By the time class ends, I’m more than ready to get the hell out of here. I shove my personal belongings into my backpack and head toward the door.

Victor falls into step beside me, his long legs easily keeping up with my fast pace. I glare up at him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I was hoping you’d let me take you out on a date.”

“My boyfriend wouldn’t like that,” I say.

It’s not a lie exactly. Xavier may not be my boyfriend, but he definitely wouldn’t like me dating someone else. Even having this type of conversation with another man is enough to piss him off.

As if conjured by my thoughts, my phone pings, notifying me about a text from Xavier.

Xavier: Tell him to fuck off, or I will.

Delilah: Seriously, how do you know what’s happening?

Xavier: It doesn’t matter. Get rid of him.

Victor glances at my phone and shrugs. “I’m not worried about your boyfriend.”

“You should be.”

“Why? What’s the worst he’ll do? Fight me?”

I snort. “No.” More like kill you. “Listen, I’m not going to tell you again: I’m not interested.”

He exhales, a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Whatever. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

“I won’t,” I mutter.

I make my way across campus to the library, eager to get away from stupid men and their presumptions about me. Another text notification lights up my phone, and I check it with a sigh.

Xavier: Is he gone?

Delilah: As my stalker, shouldn’t you know the answer to that?

Xavier: Don’t push me.

With a grin, I step inside the library. The atmosphere relieves me of my tension, and I relax a little. After a few minutes I locate Raven sitting at one of the many tables in the center of the large room, a coffee next to her notebook.

“Ready to study?” I ask.

“Meh.”

I almost laugh. “I don’t want to either, but it’s part of the college experience, right?”

“I’d rather shove a pinecone up my ass.”

We settle into our study session, flipping through textbooks and jotting down notes. It’s a comfortable silence, punctuated by the occasional whisper from nearby students and the shuffle of turning pages. I’m so absorbed in my task that the rest of the world falls away.

Until the energy in the air shifts.

It starts with a glance, then another, until it feels like the entire library is looking at me. My skin prickles with anxiety, and a knot forms in my stomach. I try to shake off the sensation of being watched, telling myself that I’m paranoid and imagining things.

Raven snaps up her head, her gaze scanning the area. “What the fuck is everyone staring at?”

I shrug.

“The fire alarm isn’t going off, but everyone looks like their asshole is burning.”

She scrunches her face in confusion, her brows knitting together. Her cell phone makes a buzzing sound, and she unlocks the screen, her eyes darting back and forth.

“Blimey!”

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Well, my dear Watson, it looks as though we have a case on our hands.”

I frown. “What?”

“Xavier just updated his relationship status.”

“Huh?”

“He made it official. You two are ‘in a relationship.’” She glances around the room before returning her attention back to me. “Apparently, everyone is freaking the fuck out. It’s the first time he’s ever done that, and I’ve known him since middle school.”

She shoves her phone in my face. The display is on the social media site, and she taps the profile picture. Sure enough, a status update is the first thing I see.

Xavier Donovan: Obsessed Delilah Scott.

Relationship: Taken.

Comment: Delilah is mine. Everyone else can fuck off.

“Bloody hell,” I mumble, my accent horrible compared to Raven’s.

She laughs and throws her arm around me, pulling me close. I want to disappear when she clears her throat.

“Listen up everyone, my roomie here has the magic pussy that snatched X. Pun intended. Now, be good boys and girls and mind your fucking business. Please and thank you.”

My cheeks burn, and I stare down at her phone, blinking in disbelief. The post has only been up for two minutes, but it already has hundreds of likes and shares. Raven drops her arm and turns to me.

“So, are you going to move in with him now?”

I shake my head. “No, I need my own space.”

“You’re always welcome in the den of poetic chaos.”

“Thank you. Do you think we can go back to studying?”

“Erm… I don’t think so, Watson.”

She angles her head, and I follow the unspoken direction to find Xavier standing a few feet away.

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Chapter 53DELILAH

Xavier walks over to the table and plants his hands on the flat surface, leaning toward me until I can see his eyes, the gray in them swirling with possessiveness.

“You didn’t change your clothes,” he says quietly.

My gaze widens, and my heart leaps. Straight into my pussy. It starts pulsing at the sight of him.

“I was busy,” I say. “Class, remember?”

Raven gets to her feet and grabs her books. “I think this is my cue to go. If you need me, roomie, I’ll be in the dorm room.”

“Okay, bye,” I say, keeping my gaze on Xavier.

As soon as she’s gone, he snatches my wrist and pulls me to my feet. I gaze up at him, unsure of what he wants.

“Follow me,” he says.

He tightens his grip as he leaves me to trail behind him, his pace so fast I have to jog to keep up. The students we pass watch us, their expressions ranging from shocked to curious. A few even smirk.

I yank against his hold, but Xavier only increases his speed. “Where are we going?” I ask.

He turns down another row of books, leading me deeper into the stacks. “We need to talk.”

“Can’t we do that in the middle of the library?”

He shakes his head and rounds the corner, finally coming to a stop at the end of the aisle. I look around, finding us completely alone and surrounded by shelves of books.

Xavier releases me and steps forward, trapping me between a short bookcase and his body. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to disobey me?” he asks, his tone low and threatening.

“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“You’ve pushed me all day,” he says. “It’s like you want me to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“I’m pretty sure you tried to last night.”

He smirks at me. “Obviously it wasn’t hard enough.”

His eyes flash with intent, right before he spins me around. He places a hand between my shoulder blades and shoves me forward, forcing me to bend over and grab the low shelf. I have a moment to react, to process what’s happening. But then he leans into me, his erection digging into my ass.

Arousal hits me hard, and I close my eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” he whispers.

“If anyone comes back here, they’ll see us.”

“You’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?”

“Xavier—”

He silences my protest by slipping his hands underneath my skirt and dragging it up, exposing me. Cool air caresses my thighs, followed by his warm touch. It burns me.

Xavier cups my pussy with a groan. “You’re soaked. Is it because you like the idea that someone else might see how wet you get for me? How desperate you are to come?”

I can’t answer because he rips my panties, leaving me gasping. He runs his fingers along my slit and then spreads the dampness all over my clit. I bite back a moan as he works my body, making me delirious with lust.

He removes his hand, and I whimper. The rustle of clothing is followed by skin-to-skin contact, making me sigh. He presses against me, his cock settling against the seam of my ass. I shift, lifting my hips, wanting him inside me.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

I bite my lip, waiting for him to push forward.

“Say it, Delilah. Use your words.”

“Please.”

He lines up his cock and slams into me. I groan at the fullness, as well as the soreness that returns. My pain makes my pleasure all the better.

“Fuck,” he says, his breath skimming the back of my neck.

He grips my hips and drives into me, pushing me against the bookshelf. The wood digs into my palms and bruises my flesh, but I barely register the discomfort. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Xavier inside me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says.

He increases his pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the shelves around us. I press my lips together, trying to keep quiet, but the way he’s fucking me makes it impossible. A moan slips from me when he angles his cock and it hits deeper than before.

“Be quiet, little raptor.” He reaches around and slaps my panties against my lips. “Open.”

When I do, he shoves the underwear inside my mouth. He drives his cock into me even harder than before. It’s almost like he wants someone to see us. His thrusts are so deep and powerful that I’m forced onto my tiptoes. My breasts rub against the rough surface of the shelf, sending tingles across my skin.

My pleasure builds quickly, the tension in my lower belly growing. It’s a delicious sensation, but not enough. Xavier doesn’t let me get too close, denying me the release I crave. Instead, he keeps his pace steady and rough, his fingers digging into my hips, his grip bruising. The heat of his body envelopes me, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth on my neck, his breath tickling my skin.

“I love the way you fuck,” he says. “The way you take my cock.”

I whimper again, his words causing my pussy to spasm.

“That’s it,” he says. “Take what I give you.”

The words aren’t just a command. They’re a demand and a promise.

And I’m gone.

Pleasure rips through me, stealing the breath from my lungs and the strength from my legs. My vision goes white, and my ears fill with a ringing sound. Xavier fucks me through it, his pace never slowing.

“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Give it to me. Every breath, every moan.”

After a few more thrusts, his body tenses. He drives his cock deep, burying himself inside me, his fingers leaving imprints in my flesh. Then he stills, his breathing labored, his body slick with sweat.

Xavier rests his head on my back, his arms wrapped around me, our bodies joined. It’s only when I begin to tremble from the effort of holding this position that he eases out of me and adjusts his clothing.

He helps me to stand, his hands moving to fix my skirt and remove the panties from my mouth. His gaze locks onto mine. “Next time I tell you not to wear that skirt, you’d better listen.”

“Yes, sir,” I mutter, shoving my underwear back on.

His lips twitch. “Good girl.”

Xavier wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. My knees are wobbly, and I sag against him. His eyes roam over my face, and he presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I return the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulls back with a groan. “We have to stop, or I’ll fuck you again.”

I nod, still reeling from the intensity of the moment and the tenderness that followed. Xavier’s protective demeanor doesn’t wane as he guides me back to the tables where my personal belongings lie unattended. The juxtaposition of his earlier dominance with his current gentleness creates a whirlwind of emotions inside me.

As we exit the library, I lean into him, finding an unexpected comfort in his nearness. The fear and adrenaline that surged through me when we first met began to dissipate more and more with every interaction between us. Now, replaced with his protection and affection, my view of him is starting to change. For the first time in my life, I feel safe.

And it’s with an assassin.

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Chapter 54XAVIER

Delilah sighs in my arms, her body relaxed with sleep, her skin warm against mine. I can’t imagine anything better. I think this emotion is… happiness.

It’s strange. New. Unknown to me.

She’s brought me to life after being dead inside.

The atmosphere around us is peaceful, yet there’s a restlessness within me. Anticipation sweeps through my blood and heats my veins. It’s only a matter of time until the Trials begin. My only concern is getting through them with enough points to keep Delilah.

She hums, the tiny sound dragging me out of my churning thoughts. I brush back her hair, and she instinctively snuggles closer to me, grinding her ass against my cock. I love the way she fights me with her words, but her body is mine to control. It obeys me like a good soldier, following my every command.

I slip my hand between her thighs and lightly grab her cunt. It’s soft and warm, teasing me without even trying. But it’s still dry. I lift my head, placing my mouth next to her ear, my breath grazing the side of her neck.

“Delilah,” I murmur, drawing out every syllable of her name like a prayer. There’s no redemption for me, but I’ll still worship her until I die.

The change in her is immediate. She shifts and mumbles in her sleep, gently grinding against my hand. A streak of dampness now covers my palm.

I smile in the darkness. It only took one fucking word to make her wet for me. Even while asleep, her subconscious recognizes my voice and shows me what she wants. The only thing left to do is give it to her.

I glide my fingers through her slit, and the effects of her arousal coats them, drenches them. Against my chest, I can feel her heart rate increasing, her chest rising and falling faster, her skin growing warmer. I play with her clit slowly, not wanting her to wake up just yet.

A moan leaves her lush mouth, and Delilah tilts her hips, begging me without words. I slip a finger inside her. Her hips jerk at the penetration, forcing her to arch her back, her perfect tits jutting forward. I slide my other arm underneath her waist and drag her back to me, adding another finger and shoving them deep.

The groan the hits the air is sultry, needy, and fucking sexy.

I grit my teeth and force myself to withdraw my hand from her pussy in favor of replacing it with my cock. I grip her leg and lift it so that it’s draped over mine. In this position I have complete access to her.

Delilah grunts when I slam my cock home. She’s so fucking tight. Even after I’ve taken her cunt over and over. It still grips me, her pussy fluttering with pleasure, the sensation so intense my eyes roll back.

“Xavier?”

I pull out and ram back inside her.

The next time she says my name, it’s a moan, not a question. The third time, it’s not a word, but pure sound, full of desperation and desire.

The urge to move becomes overwhelming, so I fuck her. My thrusts are rough and demanding. She shifts to accommodate them and grabs my forearm against her stomach, digging her nails into my skin.

She grunts when I push deep inside and moans when I withdraw, the sounds growing louder and more frequent. Those noises have me teetering on the edge of sanity. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her. It’ll never be enough.

Her pussy tightens around me, getting wetter with every thrust, making my dick twitch. Her hips follow the rhythm of mine, submitting to my demands and my pacing. And her nails draw my blood before clawing at the sheets.

My girl is close.

I reach up to grip her throat, resting my thumb on her pulse. It flickers wildly at my touch. She always responds, even in the barest of ways, and it drives me fucking crazy.

“Give me your mouth,” I say, barely able to get the words out.

She turns her head, and I crash my lips against her, devouring her moans. I drive my tongue into her mouth, taking possession of it, just like I’m owning her pussy. I drive my hips forward, the force of the movement shoving her up the mattress, but I bring her right back.

I want her closer.

Need her close.

Her skin is so hot I swear it’s melting into mine. I break the kiss, and her breath comes out in a rush, the sound punctuated by a whimper. Then she leans into me, trying to take me deeper. Her cunt is greedy. Just how I want it.

The pressure inside me builds, my balls tightening and my cock throbbing. But she has to come first. I won’t accept anything else.

“You have three seconds to come,” I say, squeezing her throat. “I’m not going to last with your tight pussy gripping me like this.”

“Three.”

I dig my fingers into her belly and pull her onto my cock.

“Two.”

I drive deep and hard.

“One.”

I release her throat. “Now, Delilah.”

She stiffens, her entire body tense. Then she screams. Her intense reaction sets me off.

“That’s right.” I rake my teeth over her earlobe. “Take it. Take what’s yours.”

I don’t stop fucking her. I can’t. My need for her is too great, and her body is giving me exactly what I want. Complete surrender.

I wish her heart would do the same.

I keep driving into her, wanting her pleasure to last. The tremors wracking her cunt squeeze me so tightly that I have no choice but to come. I release inside her, filling her with my cum, wishing I could fill her with my baby. Not yet, but one day. For now, it’s good she’s on birth control.

Our ragged breathing hits the air while our hearts pound in our chests. I can feel hers working hard against my fingers on her throat.

“Xavier?”

I brush my lips along her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses. “Hm?”

“Can I go back to sleep now?”

I smile before nipping at her skin. “Yeah, you can.”

She releases a sigh, full of contentment. Satisfaction washes over me, a bliss I’ve never experienced until I fucked her for the first time. If I could make her body my home, I would.

The world doesn’t exist when I’m with Delilah. The people in it don’t matter. And time is irrelevant unless I spend it with her.

I lie there, awake and still buried deep inside her, long after Delilah has gone back to sleep. My thoughts, once peaceful, slowly compound until I’m clenching my jaw. The sense of foreboding returns.

The room is silent except for Delilah’s soft breathing, a gentle sound that contrasts sharply with the turmoil inside me. I lift my head to look down at her, needing to see her face. A smile tugs at my lips. I love the sight of her in my bed, her long limbs tangled in the sheets.

My gaze runs over her smooth skin, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. I trace the same path with my fingers, memorizing the shape and feel of her body. I savor the warmth and softness of her, the way she fits perfectly against me.

Every inch of her was made for me.

She is the picture of innocence in the moonlight filtering in through the curtains. But the life I’ve been forced into won’t allow her to stay that way unless I protect her from its violence. She’s already gotten a taste despite my best efforts.

The knock on the door is barely discernible, but to my senses it might as well be a gunshot. It sends a jolt through me, and my entire body stiffens with alarm. It’s nearly 4 a.m., but the Order operates on its own timelines.

I hesitate. And it’s because of the woman in my arms. The idea of leaving her fucks with my head, but I don’t have a choice.

Not wanting to wake her for a second time, I slip from the bed. However, I can’t stop myself from placing a kiss on the side of her neck, flicking my tongue over her pulse, loving how it jumps at my touch. She stirs, a slight frown crossing her face before she settles again, and my chest tightens at the sight.

This fucking girl…

If the Order doesn’t kill me, she’ll be the death of me.

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