Page 31 of Death By Chocolate

Words can’t fix what’s broken. When he grips my waist, pulling me down on all fours. I drop my head, pushing my ass in the air. My sensitive nipples brush against the soft sheets. It heightens my pleasure. He wants my ass. Truth is, I love the feel of him pushing past my resistant ring. I clap my ass cheeks, inviting him to take me here.

“Dani, don’t fucking play with me,” he growls. “I swear on my life if you let me in your ass, you ain’t never getting rid of me.”

I regard him over my shoulder. “I never play when it comes to you.”

He slides a hand up my back as he presses his cum-covered cock against the puckered hole. The burn seizes me at first. Xeno lovingly strokes my skin, and I will my body to surrender. There’s pain. The stretch of his thick cock advancing deeper into my hole, gives me what I want. A different of pain, one I can bear, unlike the breaking of the organ fighting to beat in my chest. I whimper when he begins to fuck in earnest, plunging in and out, pushing in my achy hole, each powerful thrust increasing the delicious friction.

“I love you, Dani,” he grunts. Our bodies are in sync as he dominates me, pulling my hips back onto his cock. Pain gives way to pleasure. I take it. Take this offering. Take his body, his words, his love because in this bed, he is mine.

“I know,” I pant.

Every touch, every kiss feels like a goodbye. I memorize the weight and feel of his hands, the strength in his arms, knowing this is the last time I'll allow myself this vulnerability. His balls slap my nether lips, and my pussy clenches in need. Our pleasure climbs, our cries of ecstasy echo. Xeno’s thrust grow morepunishing, more animalistic. He slams into me. My pussy pulses, faster and faster. I come on a screaming. My ass clenches around his cock. Xeno surges deep in my ass. He jerks, groans. I hear my name falls from his lips as he pumps his hot cum down in my pulsing hole. Buried inside me, Xeno showers my back with kisses, my asshole is still milking his cock.

As we lay tangled in the aftermath, sweat cooling on our skin, the question that's been burning inside me finally escapes.

"People like us don't get to be happy, do they Voss?”

He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. "What does that even mean? Life is what you can take—take the pain, the suffering, the fucking disappointments," he murmurs. "That shit comes even if you get straight A's. So whatever. Take happiness and love when you can."

His words make sense, but all I can think of is how easily he took my trust, my body. "Is that what we're doing—taking from each other?" I ask, knowing that once he's done, I'll have nothing left to give.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest where I rest my head. "We're alive, Chocolate."

"Even if we're dying inside?" The thought of his betrayal feels like a knife, cleaving through flesh and bone, leaving my heart in jagged pieces. What's left is maggot food.

"Everybody dies, Dani. But not everybody lives."

I swallow hard, thinking of all the times I've nearly died—at Oscar's hands, in his bed. How is this any different? “Do you believe in a god? The god of second chances?”

"I'll be your God," he says, and I move to turn away, thinking he's mocking me. But he grabs my chin, lifting it until our eyes meet. "And you'll be mine, Dani."

The intensity in his gaze makes me shiver. It's the look of a man who would burn the world for me. But it's also the lookof a man who thinks he knows what's best, consequences be damned.

"And if we die and there's a heaven and hell?"

"Then God will get what he gets—"

"Or," I interrupt, needing to hear him say it. Say something that says, I mattered to him.

"We'll burn in hell... together," he whispers, "because whether it's heaven or hell, it's you and me."

I search his eyes, finding fierce determination and a transparency that makes my resolve waver. He cups the back of my neck, that act of domination as familiar and comforting to me as my own breath. "Are you mine, Dani?”

For a moment, I let myself soften against him, let myself believe in the fantasy of us against the world. "To heaven or hell. My blood, my body, the very beat of my heart, will always be yours."

I surrender to his touch one last time, knowing everything will change in the light of day. Because while my body may still respond to him, my mind is already fortifying its defenses. Come morning, I'll be on guard, nothing more. The woman who melted under his touch, who dared to dream of happiness, will be locked away.

As Xeno's breathing evens out in sleep, I stare at the ceiling, my mind racing about what I have to do.

“House,” I call into the night.

“Yes, Dani.”

Swallowing back my pain and shame as having fallen for the wrong man again, I exhale. “Revoke Tier 3 access of Voss, Xeno. Reassign as a guest.”

“Private quarters, training access revoked. Please confirm transfer to guest status.”

I've survived Oscar's brutality and countless assignments where death brushed too close. I've built myself into a weapon,someone who could protect others when no one protected me. “Confirmed.”

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