Page 73 of Save Me

As I could have predicted, the security guards don’t take one bit of notice of Casey and a very bloody Kyle. They simply escort the both of them out onto the street while she continues to rant and rave, threatening all who are involved with whatever she can think of, including the FBI.

The bumbling manager is soon dismissed with a wave of Oliver’s hand. He doesn’t even look at the man before leading us out toward the black Aston Martin. I am quickly ushered inside just as Leo stands behind Oliver to take the brunt of Casey’s onslaught of accusations and conspiracy theories. Ironically, she lists everything going except for what Oliver truly is and what he stands for.

Oliver sits beside me and immediately presses a button to draw up a partition between us and Leo, who is sat upfront driving us to God knows where. Then he is all over me like a randy dog, kissing me with his tongue and exploring my mouth like he’s mining for gold in there. He grips hold of me with a desperate need to go further. His hard erection digs into my core so intensely, I don’t know what to do but remain rigidly frozen beneath him.

“Beth, my darling, I fucking adore you!” he growls into the crook of my neck. “And after the look you gave me tonight, I know you will want me. You can’t hide from me, Beth; I want you, and I will have you!” His hands are at the hem of my skirt, pushing it upward so that a deep panic begins to set in, and I tremble at his touch. “I won’t hurt you, Beth, I can be gentle. I can make it good for you!”

“Please, no, please, Oliver!” I cry but seem unable to move. “You promised we could wait, please, I need you to wait!” Tears are streaming down my face as he fumbles with his belt, losing control and letting his basest desires overtake him, to the point where I can’t quite rationalize what is now happening to me. “Please…” I beg with an unfamiliar voice, before bursting into full-blown sobs that cause my chest to shudder up and down against him. Thankfully, it seems to be the kick of reality he needs to stop.

He releases my wrists but continues to lie on top of me, listening to my panicked sobs. After a moment or two of him remaining in a kind of stunned trance, he cups my face and begins stroking back my damp hair that is now stuck to my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, “I’m so sorry, my darling, please forgive me.” I don’t reply, I just close my eyes and continue to sob. “God, the way you looked at me sent all my blood to somewhere else instead of my brain. I’m so sorry, Beth. I love you!” He sighs as he drops his forehead onto mine with a pained expression.

I should be livid with him. I should want to kill him after he purposefully goaded Xander, after he forced himself onto me, but right now, I feel sorry for him. His upbringing must have truly warped his mind given that he now believes he’s in love with me. It’s not me though, it’s a carefully played out version of me, one who is afraid to do anything but let him beat and molest me. And now, here he is resting his head against my chest, which is still rapidly moving from shock, seeking comfort in my arms like a little lost boy. All I can do is close my eyes and force myself to hug him back, giving him the little bit of closeness, he so obviously needs. After everything, it feels wrong, but I can’t not give him this little piece of me, even if it’s just for a moment. At my embrace, he hugs me that bit tighter.

Thankfully, I am rewarded for my efforts when the car pulls up outside of my house with the promise of safety and comfort inside of my mother’s arms. It would seem I am being given a reprieve from dinner and can slam the door on this awful evening. The thought of trying to force food down my throat and stomach it without throwing up is almost too much to bear anyway. That’s without the side order of sexual molestation to throw into the mix.

“I apologize our evening didn’t go quite as I hoped it would,” Oliver says to me, smiling down as he wipes the remnants of my tears away with the pads of his thumbs. The move has me biting down on my lip and looking away, feeling weirdly ashamed and embarrassed for showing such emotion in front of him. Of course, he doesn’t let that swing and immediately pulls my chin back to face him. “I can’t wait to have all my evenings with you, Beth,” he whispers, “to pleasure you, to make love to you, to claim you fully.”

I hold my breath when he leans in to kiss my cheek with the softest of touches. After, I remain on the front doorstep, watching him retreat and get back into his car, if only to make sure he actually goes.

As soon as his car has disappeared from sight, I fumble with far too much haste to get inside without dropping my key with trembling fingers. Once inside, I bolt the door and sink to the floor, rummaging around my bag to try and retrieve my phone. All I can think about is calling Xander to try and explain everything, to beg him to understand, but my still nervous fingers are working too quickly and end up pressing all the wrong buttons. I growl at the stupid thing, all the while tearing up in frustration over my inability to work the damn piece of technology.

Without warning, a hand scoops the phone up from me, prompting me to look up accusingly at the person trying to steal it. But when I make eye contact with said thief, I find myself leaping into his arms. I cry thick, hard sobs as I clutch hold of the only man who I want claiming me, making love to me, and spending all of my nights with. Xander holds me tight while he bears the brunt of all my emotions, which come out in one ugly explosion all over his black shirt.

We don’t say anything to each other out loud, instead, everything is conveyed through body language alone. He takes me gently by the hand and leads me upstairs to my room where he slowly undresses me, kissing at any piece of exposed skin. It’s slow, sensual, and comforting, but almost torturous at the same time. Right now, I need him, and I want him.

“Lie on the bed,” he whispers, and I do not hesitate to carry out his instruction.

As I lie upon the sheets, mostly unclothed and waiting for him with a growing impatience to be closer, he stands at the foot of the bed and undresses, soon becoming as naked as I am. He truly is beautiful to look at, but I only have a moment’s glance before he is crawling between my legs, all the while running his tongue from my stomach and up to my neck. His hands find mine and hold me in place before he kisses me, still slow, but with his tongue wrestling with mine as we try to get closer to one another.

My legs begin to wrap around his waist as he grinds against me, letting me know exactly how hard he is. I moan, being beyond desperate for him to enter me, to fill me up completely and make him mine. His fingers find me first though, and he teases me with his touch, moving between my wetness before sinking into me with ease. His mouth moves down to my tight nipple and begins to suck and kiss it with such a delicious sensation, I can’t help but arch my hips to meet his hand with greed.

“You like this, Beth?” He grins at me from where he’s working at my chest, but all I can do is breathlessly nod. “You want more of me?”

“Oh, God, yes!” I manage to push through my lips, even though my mouth is now bone dry. He buries his mouth between my breasts, with his eyes closed in what looks like rapture as he kisses, sucks, and bites. Eventually, he lines himself up with my entrance before pushing in slowly. With smooth, gentle pulses of movement, I make a strange noise from the back of my throat while he emits almost silent curses.

“I can’t not have you for this long, Beth,” he gasps as he opens his eyes to watch me. He moves against me with a harder thrust. “I could live inside of you and yet I’m going weeks without you.”

His pace betrays how hard he needs me tonight, picking up speed and intensity as he finds a heavenly, sensitive spot to hit against.

“Fuck!” he cries as I clench around him. “Baby… come with me!”

His words are enough to have me releasing everything in one delicious explosion of white light. All the while, he thrusts hard until eventually, I feel him release inside of me.

“I love you, Xander,” I whisper, twiddling with his hair after he’s fallen on top of me, looking completely sated. “I’m so sorry about tonight. I didn’t mean…Shit! Is your sister ok? What about Kyle?”

He groans as I shuffle upward, disturbing him from his exhausted position on top of me, and I start nudging at him.

“Apart from some choice language, Casey is fine,” he sighs before finally rolling off to the side. His face is now in front of mine, looking all dopey and contented. “As for Kyle, it was the one thing Oliver and I saw eye to eye on, though it pains me to admit that. He deserved a good punch in the face. His nose is broken though.”

“Did she tell you that the manager apologized to Oliver and had them escorted out?! It’s like everyone knows who he is and bows down to him, no matter what!” I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, huffing loudly while that unsettling information sinks in. “I’m screwed, Xander! I can’t win against someone like that. And now he thinks he’s in love with me!”

Xander’s head suddenly whips up to look at me with that same angry glint in his eye; the one which has me panicking that he’s finally going to see sense and leave me.

“Don’t worry, Beth, I’ve got a backup plan; something that’s going to save us if nothing else works. My uncle has secured somewhere in case we need to make a run for it. Trust me!”

Just before I open my mouth to argue, thinking of Oliver’s threats toward my family, he places his finger to my mouth to stop me. Being exhausted and feeling completely hopeless, I give in. After everything, I don’t want to talk about Oliver. I just want to lie here with Xander, which is exactly what I do.

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