Page 17 of Death By Chocolate

He walks past me, giving me his back. He moves like a big cat, stealthy, agile, and powerful. Then he speaks without turning, his voice low and steady. “You’re sure about not being at full strength?”

“Yes,” I hiss, not used to explaining myself.

Before I can spit out a retort, he whips around, a knife suddenly in his hand, glinting cold and deadly. He throws it with lethal precision. It’s coming straight for my head.

“Shit,” I curse, swerve right while simultaneously slapping the knife away, the handle just inches from my face.

“What the hell, Xeno.” My heart rate jumps. My suit not only protects my vital organs but also monitors my stress response. House detects the sudden spike in my vital signs.

“Heart rate is 98 beats per minute, Dani. Elevated stress levels detected. Defense sequence initiated,” The AI’s voice calm, control, fabricated.

“Point made,” he grins. “This is fun, foreplay for killers? Ain’t fuck wrong with your reflexes.”

I lift one hand, pointing one finger at his face. “Fuck you. House, disarm. Voss, Xeno, authorized home and training mode, ” I snap, scooping the knife from the floor and tossing it on the ottoman with a thud. Xeno’s watching me, those deep brown eyes trying to read every thought I'm fighting to hide.

“You need that, Dani. Need to know you’re not broken.”

I straighten up and look at Xeno standing there unflinching, forcing a, I-don’t give-a-shit what you think facade. “I still need to train.”

Xeno steps forward, closing the gap between us. His brown eyes stare into mine. I should look away, but I won’t. All eyes on me, right? This is what I want from this man. “You’re not fooling anyone, Chocolate. Especially not me.”

“What are you talking about now.”

“You’re fighting the pull. Why? I ache to bury my cock in you. You’ll love it. Me plowing into your juicy cunt. Forgetting everything except the feel of my tongue eating out your pretty pink pussy. Then fucking you again.”

I meet his gaze, trying to steady my breathing. At this moment, I want him to fuck me into the next century. Waiting will kill me, and my bed is light years away for the extraterrestrial shit I want his dick to do with my pussy. What the hell—my brain must still be bent because of the pain medications.

Pull it together, Dani. You da’bitch.

“I have a job to do, Xeno. It’s not just about being strong or fast. It’s…” struggling to find the words that won’t betray too much, I settle for, “The attack on us. I take it personally…” I trail off.

“I get it. But you don’t get to fight this battle alone.” His voice is domineering yet persuasive. It’s hard to resist, especially when he looks at me like that.

“I’m not discussing this any further.”

“Good,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his hardness. “You need to eat.”

I give a sharp inhale, my eyes drop to his lips. I want to feel his tongue on my skin, know that my taste is flavors in his mouth. “What are you doing?”

His hand comes up, stroking my cheek like he did before, but then he cups my neck. He tightens his hold until I lift my head. His lids are at half mast, heavy with desire. “I can’t fuck you, but you can fuck me.”

As if to prove his point, he grinds his erect cock into my stomach. Inside, I feel flutters in my belly. And pussy, that hungry bitch gushes, the wetness coating my panties. “That’s not remotely sound medical advice.”

He trails kisses down my neck, and I forget to swallow. This strangled, half-gasping sound escapes my parted lips. “I Googled it.”

Why does it arouse me more that he researched fucking me? That he’s spent time learning how to wreck my pussy, and protect me from pain. “Don’t believe everything you read.”

“Then you understand why I won’t believe everything you want me to see.” He’s implying some things are hidden. Of course, he’s right to be suspicious. If he wasn’t, I could never trust him. We are the things that go bump in the night.

“Let me protect you,” I whisper. Xeno doesn’t deserve to be dragged deeper into my mess but pushing him away feels likeripping hair from my head, slamming my head against the wall. I want his touch, his kiss, his cock.

He slides one hand over my ass. “What I want from you will not hurt,” he nips my chin with his teeth, “unless that’s how you like it.”

“Xeno,” I whisper, his name a plea on my lips.

“Tonight, you rest. Tomorrow, we train.” He starts to push my jacket off my shoulders, careful to avoid bumping my injury site.

“We?” I ask, extending my arms from my sides, to assist him with removal.

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