Page 62 of Haunted

The combination of his words, the suction on mybreast, and his relentless thrusts forces me toward the edge. My body coils tighter and tighter, every muscle straining toward release.

“Now, Mira,” he growls. “Come with me?—”

His rhythm becomes erratic, and I feel him swelling inside me. The knowledge that he’s as lost as I am pushes me over the precipice.

I shatter completely.

My orgasm tears through me with devastating force, my body clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure consume me. Xavier’s name becomes a broken chant on my lips as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

“Fuck, yes,” Xavier groans, his own release hitting him. “That’s my good girl?—”

He drives deep one final time, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. The feeling of his cum flooding me sends fresh aftershocks through my core, and I sob his name as we ride out our climaxes together.

25

XAVIER

I’m buried deep inside her, my cock pulsing with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my fucking life. Mira’s body trembles around me, her walls still gripping me so tight that I can’t pull out yet, much less think straight.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I’ve fucked countless women. Claimed them, used them, discarded them. I know exactly how this goes—I take what I want, they submit, and I walk away satisfied but unchanged. It’s a transaction. A power play, I always win.

But this...

My hands shake as I grip the chains holding her wrists, steadying myself against the overwhelming sensation still coursing through my veins. Mira’s chest rises and falls rapidly against mine, her skin flushed and gleaming with water droplets, and I can’t look away from the blissful expression on her face.

She destroyed me.

I came here to break her completely and reduce her to nothing more than another conquest. Instead, she surrendered so completely, so beautifully, that she somehow laid a claim of her own. The way she begged for me, the way she said my name like a prayer—fuck, it’s still echoing in my head.

“Xavier,” she whispers.

The sound sends another jolt through my already overstimulated system. I’ve never heard my name spoken like that—like it’s precious, a word to be savored. Women usually moan in fear or desperation. This is different. This is worship, and it terrifies me.

I should pull out. Should swim out of the pool, get dressed, and walk away like I always do. But I can’t move. Can’t think past the way her body feels wrapped around mine, the way she looks at me like I’m more than the monster I know I am.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

This was supposed to be simple. Hunt the nosey little bitch trying to destroy us, humiliate her, and neutralize the threat she represents. Instead, I’m standing here feeling like my entire world shifted on its axis, and all because she surrendered everything.

The irony isn’t lost on me. I thought restraining her in chains would give me ultimate power over her. But somehow, in giving me everything, she’s taken a piece of me I didn’t even know I had to lose.

My control. My certainty. My fucking sanity. All of it—vapor.

I’ve never had pussy this good, but it’s more than that. It’s the way she responded to me, the way she trusted me with her pleasure even while being completely helpless.

I force myself to move, my hands reaching for the chains that bind her wrists. The metal releases with a soft click, and Mira’s arms drop to her sides like dead weights. She doesn’t even try to cover herself or push me away—just floats there in the water, completely spent.

“Come here,” I murmur.

She blinks up at me; those hazel eyes are glassy with exhaustion. The Hunt, the fear, the adrenaline, and now this—adrenaline dump. It’s coming any minute for her, and it’s going to be brutal.

“I need you to wrap your arms around my neck.”

Mira stares at me for a moment, processing the words like they’re in a foreign language. When she finally moves, it’s so laborious for her that it feels like watching a video in slow motion.

Her fingers brush against my shoulders as she reaches up, and I feel the tremor in her hands.

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