Xander:“So which one is it? Serial killer or corporate lackey needing to get bent over a desk and flogged with a quarterly report?”
My mouth dried up. This conversation had just gone from flirty to something else entirely. Gaze drifting to where my cum still decorated the mirror, I wondered whether I should continue down this dangerous path, or respond to one of the countless normie girls who’d been filling my inbox since I joined Bangers less than 24 hours ago.
Just one date…
“Whichever one you want me to be.”
I hit send and held my breath.
His answer made me dizzy.
Xander:“Good boy. Send the details for this wondrous fried chicken place we’re going to on Friday and be waiting there for me at 8. If the food pleases me, I’ll bend you over any surface you choose.”
I was fully hard again—painfully so. Never in my life would I have guessed I could get so turned on by nothing but two little words.
Good boy.
With a groan, I threw myself onto my hands and knees on the bed, bent over just like Xander wanted, and gripped my dick. My mind went blissfully blank as I imagined him behind me—a rolled-up report in one hand and dog leash of all things in the other—telling me howgoodI was.
Good.
Boy.
This time, I came so hard I really did pass out, waking up the following morning stuck to my sheets and more rested than I’d felt in a long time.
CHAPTER3
XANDER
“Tell me, mother dearest, why aren’t you asking Violentia to do your bidding today? She’s better equipped for the task, being a raging lunatic and all.”
Her icy laugh skittered down my spine. The unspoken power behind it reminded me that—shared blood or not—I was on the phone with the indomitable Glacial Girl.
The world sat up and took notice when this arctic terror settled down with none other than Argentina’s Apocalypto Man. When they started popping out babies, the hero-sympathizers at the United Super Nations freaked the fuck out and wrote up a peace treaty. It offered my parents leniency if they promised not to combine all that hereditary power to reduce the planet to a pile of dust.
It’s not like I could join in the fun, anyway.
Unlike my five suped-up siblings, my greatest contribution to the Suarez family was my ridiculously high IQ and countless unpatented inventions. Most of the time, this energy went into my personal research. However, I knew damn well that it was in my best interest to share my gifts, especially since they paid me a pretty penny.
And it keeps them from seeing me as deadweight.
“Oh, Xanny,” my mother cooed. “You know Vi is too volatile to trust with a drop this delicate. Ifyou’rethe one supervising the exchange, the odds are good that far fewer people will die than necessary.”
I didn’t bother asking how many deaths she considered ‘necessary,’ since that number fluctuated depending on the day and her mood. The real question was whether I was going today because I was more expendable than the infamous Ultra Violent.
But I already know the answer to that.
Glancing down at my understated Cartier watch, I saw I had a few hours to kill before my date with Butch. It also couldn’t hurt to get some aggression out of my system first. The goons I’d be meeting on my mother’s behalf were usually the type of scum who wouldn’t be missed if something were to tragically go wrong.
Something that could take the edge off.
“Very well, my icy empress,” I sighed, hearing the alert as a cool two million was instantly deposited in my account. “Just send me the coordinates, and I’ll ensure your merchandise is handled with the utmost care.”
“Much appreciated,Antihero,”she chuckled. “You could still become my favorite, after all.” Without waiting for a reply, she hung up, leaving me to seethe.
That ice-cold bitch.
I knew hell would sooner freeze over before I became a favorite child, but the added dig was just unnecessary. ‘Doctor Antihero’ was an embarrassing moniker given to me by Biggs Enterprises, Big City’s ruling governmental body. While I was slightly flattered to be identified as a villain worthy of Captain Masculine’s notice, they could have come up with a better name.