Page 4 of Midnight Legacy

He stared at me for several seconds before he rolled his eyes at me. “Did you not promise to obey?”

“Yes, but I had my fingers crossed at the time.”

His eyes narrowed and I reciprocated his gesture. “You do realise your ass is making an appointment with my hand?”

My thighs clamped together at that thought because he knew how to make me squirm. “You promised to show me your world, Zee. I can’t do that from inside this apartment.” I deliberately leaned against him and snaked my arms around him. “I want to try one of the fantasy rooms.”

His pupils dilated.

“I want to try one of the rooms with the mirrors that people can watch us as you claim me.”

His fingers tightened on my flesh.

My mouth opened against his as I whispered, “I want you to blindfold and suspend me and make me bend to your will.”

His hands slid under my ass to lift me so that my legs wrapped around his waist. “Stop fucking tempting me.”

My arms slid around his neck and I sucked his earlobe. “I want you to show the world that I belong to you alone.”

I knew his careful control snapped when my back slammed into the wall. His stormy blue eyes bored into mine, his lips within kissing distance. “When I’m finished with you, no one will doubt who you belong to.”

My stomach tightened and thighs clenched as his lips took mine with an intensity that set my panties on fire. Xavier bottled up his emotions, and I knew after tonight he needed to release them. He tended to do that through sex.

I gasped as he ripped my poor lace panties and my heart sped up.

Something told me I wouldn’t be able to stand in the morning.

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Chapter Two

Xavier

Every one of those bastards who threatened my wife’s life were dead.

I would never apologise for keeping my family safe.

Cassandra thought that Jordan was the crazy fucker of our group. She was dead wrong. He may enjoy killing people, but I had no problem pulling a trigger or snapping a neck.

Returning from the toilet earlier, Michael had stopped me in the corridor.

“Find yourself a wife, Zee? I hope she doesn’t mind spending time by herself if you have to go away for a while,” he jeered, his top lip curling up. “Maybe I can keep her company…”

“Fuck off, Michael. I have no intention of going anywhere.”

His malicious smile had sealed his fate.

When the lights were out and darkness enveloped us, I killed one of the home invaders and used his gun to shoot Michael. He was already marked for death, and tonight was the perfect opportunity to carry out his execution.

Jordan had probably already worked out that I’d pulled the trigger, but there was no way he was threatening Cassandra and living to smirk about it. I’d pay for my sins in the afterlife, but Michael was definitely reaching there before me.

I stood at the window with a glass of whisky in my hand, contemplating life. Cassandra lay sleeping, her hair a glorious mess around her. Since she was pregnant, I couldn’t make her sleep with strong alcohol, but give my wife a few powerful orgasms and she was out like a light for hours.

Tugging my track bottoms on, I then set the alarms and exited the apartment through the secret passage at the back of our walk-in wardrobe. If I couldn’t sleep, then at least I could work. Jordan had beat me to it and was already sitting in front of a computer. He glanced up as I came in with my glass in my hand, saluting me with his own.

“Any idea who they were?” I asked, settling myself in the seat beside him and downing the last of my drink.

“Getting there,” Jordan replied. “Did you tie up our loose end tonight?”

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