Page 37 of Midnight Legacy

The room door slammed behind me and I pressed my head to the wall. My gaze slowly moved to the door as it opened, and Xavier stepped through.

“I’m the only one with access to this room,” I stuttered.

He waved a plastic key card in the air. “I own this building and have the master key that opens any room.”

“Fuck off,” I huffed.

He moved quicker than I gave him credit for, his hand wrapping around my throat. “You need to calm down right now!”

I should be enraged, but my panties were soaked. This was the side of Xavier that excited me—when he was completely in control and not prepared to relinquish an inch of it. Every piece of him was alpha male, and he knew how to manipulate me into a pliable mass of hormones.

His lips hovered over mine. “Did you think I wanted to fuck you in that place where everyone could hear us? Did you want me to take you like you were nothing more than an itch that needed scratched?”

My mouth fell open as his eyes bored into mine.

“You belong only to me, Cassandra, and I will never allow anyone to touch or even revel in your reaction. When that ring found its home on your finger, I became the master of your pleasure.”

I would have swallowed if I’d been able to move my throat in any way.

“On your knees, Cassandra.” He released me and I instinctively sank to my knees in front of him. Xavier rarely called me Cassandra. That person died in a car crash and Cas had emerged. On his lips, it sounded foreign and erotic.

His fingertips caressed the side of my cheek. “Your ass is going to hold the blush of my hand for that little temper tantrum.”

I wanted to crawl over to the bed and present myself to him.

Xavier walked over to the table at the side of the room. A bottle of whiskey and an ice bucket sat there. I hadn’t ordered it, so he’d obviously decided to customise the room to his specifications.

“On the bed, ass in the air,” he commanded.

I stood on shaky legs. Each step made me feel vulnerable. My sexy dress weighed me down and sickness churned in my stomach. Normally he would be joking by now, pressing kisses to my mouth. Instead, his expression was dark, his eyes watching my every move as he sipped his whiskey.

The thought of asking him what my safe word was in this place flitted through my head. Cautiously, I crawled onto the bed, chewing the side of my mouth. Confusion washed over me, and I kept my eyes down.

His hand smoothing over my ass made me jump because I was stuck in my head. “Open your legs.”

I silently obeyed.

Xavier slipped my lace panties down to my knees, his fingers caressing over the heated flesh between my legs. A gasp escaped when a cold object slid over my clit, freezing it. Xavier pushed the ice cube up into my core and my eyes widened and my legs trembled.

He knelt beside me, his breath fanning my cheek. “Keep that in there.” He positioned me so that I was lying across his lap, the tip of his finger moving up and down my ass crack. “You’ve been a bad girl, Cassandra.”

I whimpered when the ice cube moved, and my internal muscles contracted around it.

The first slap on my ass startled me, and I jolted. He smoothed the sting with his hand. The second on the other cheek smarted, and my hands grasped the bedclothes. Melting ice cube trickled down my leg. He alternated my spanking between ass cheeks until they were on fire and that familiar burn started in my lower stomach. The heat he generated continued to melt the ice cube until I was wet and cold but burning with desire.

Xavier set me on the bed on my hands and knees, my internal muscles trembling with the effort of keeping the ever-decreasing ice cube inside me. Without warning, he surged deep into me, forcing my body forward. My arms gave way and I landed on my face on the bed. A muffled gasp escaped me as his hands grasped my hips. Xavier was relentless, his pace and his angle making me mewl and arch my spine.

My panties ripped and my legs widened to allow his onslaught.

I’d been aroused for so long that the pressure fermented inside me, stoked with every push of his hips against mine. His anger made him feel bigger around and inside me. Every thrust was slow and so deep that I felt him in my soul.

His punishment was exquisite torture. Every time my core began to pulse as an orgasm approached, he held himself still and oh-so deep that he imprinted himself on me. His piercing made me want to weep as it rubbed the length of my core in his own personal signature.

“Please, Xavier,” I whispered, my fingers contracted in the bedding.

His fingers in my hair hauled me back until he could see into my eyes. “I am king of this world. Never forget that.” His lips descended on mine and he rotated his hips so that his cock massaged me deep inside.

I moaned and allowed him to pillage me as his willing victim.

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