Page 8 of Midnight Legacy

The bastard was humming in the kitchen as he prepared dinner. I looked up from my Kindle, narrowing my eyes. Had he been doing the five-finger shuffle when I wasn’t watching?

I’d gone years in the past without a lover. Years in which it never even occurred to me to masturbate. Since I wasn’t allowed sex, now the only thing I could think about was sex. It was everywhere, tempting me with mental images and the remembered sensation of Xavier touching me.

My eyes focused on his hands chopping and I wanted them on my body. His fingers gripped his bottle of beer and brought it to his lips. It shouldn’t be erotic or make me think of stroking his cock, but my mouth fell open.

As if sensing my eyes on him, he turned and rested his hip on the counter, cocking an eyebrow at me in question. “Need something, baby?”

“Nope,” I snapped. “I would love a beer, but your dick got me fat and pregnant.”

A panty-dropping, salacious smile widened his lips. “If I recall, we were both involved in the process. It’s not all the fault of my dick. Maybe you should have a chat with your ovaries?”

There was something about Xavier that made the intelligent woman disappear and the hormone-driven asshole who let him have sex with me without a condom take over. Right now, I was on edge, and watching him wander around in nothing but low-riding jeans was making my pussy chew on my panties.

“My ovaries are currently busy and refuse to negotiate with penile terrorists.”

His deep chuckle washed over me, and he returned to cooking.

He deliberately wrapped me up in his arms every night and went to sleep with his erection digging into my ass. Nine inches of hard, throbbing cock ready for me to impale myself on and I was on a cock diet. It was worse than depriving myself of chocolate for lent.

He was deliberately baiting me, and he wasn’t going to win. I refused to sit in this apartment, under house arrest, while he was a target for anyone with a gun out there. Wandering over, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to the middle of his spine. He stiffened before pretending to relax.

“Dinner shouldn’t be long. Wanna set the table?” He threw a smile at me over his shoulder, but my bad bitch wanted to play.

“I’m good here.” I kissed him again. “I was cold and lonely over there, and you’re always warm, so I’m stealing your heat.”

He stunned me when he spun around, lifted me under the ass, and plopped me on the counter.Yes!I nearly screamed because I needed him so badly. My heart stuttered over its beat when he snaked those muscular arms around me and settled his head on my shoulder.

“Better?” he asked, his lips grazing my ear.

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

“You should have told me you were cold and I would have gotten you one of the dozens of blankets you own.” He rubbed his hands up and down my back.

I blinked. Did he not want me anymore? Where was the erection that was normally trying to reach me by now? Had he found someone else in one of his clubs? Someone who let him fuck her up the ass?

It was stupid, but I went from trying to seduce him to wanting to cry.

“Jordan said that Megan wanted to go dress shopping for the opening on Friday night. I told him you’d need a dress as well, so he’s allotted you both a security detail tomorrow.” He kissed the juncture of where my shoulder and neck met, and a shiver rippled down my spine. “Make sure you get yourself a mask. Everyone who attends the club has to wear one.”

From being confident, suddenly I felt vulnerable. My husband was a sexual predator—there was no way he was able to stop having sex, so my mind became a cavern for all the negative thoughts that wanted to fester there. That girl at the auction popped into my mind. He didn’t stop being attractive just because he had a ring on his finger.

“You need me to get you a mask?” I asked, peering up at him as I tried to read behind his eyes to find out what was going on.

He shook his head and gave me the megawatt smile he used for the cameras. “No, baby. I have my own already.” He winked and my stomach fell.

In all the time I’d known Xavier, he never once used that practised smile on me. When we were alone, I got the real Xavier, the one who was warm and funny and made my heart flutter. That smile was the one he used so people didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Baby’s bouncing on my bladder!” I announced, deliberately narrowing my eyes. “My bruised bladder is the fault of your dick.”

He nodded seriously and lifted me off the counter. “I’ll add that to the list of crimes he’s committed.”

The bathroom was a solace, somewhere I could think without anyone seeing me. Tears splashed down my face as I slid down the wall. My eyes found the cable ties on the shower that meant I couldn’t access an orgasm through powerful jets of water.

Three short days and Xavier didn’t seem to need me anymore. My heart fractured into a thousand pieces, every pointed edge piercing into my soul in waves of pain.

A rap on the door startled me. “You okay, Cas? Dinner’s ready and you’ve been in there for ages.”

“Yeah,” I tied to sound normal. “Just feeling a little queasy.”

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