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“I just really want this to happen…” I stammered, attempting to cover up my mistake. “So I guess I’ll try anything to convince you to fuck me.”
“What did you say?” His voice had gone dangerously low.
For a moment, I panicked, thinking I’d somehow given myself away, but then I realized what had caught his attention. I straightened and met his heated stare, forcing myself to ignore my deeply ingrained instinct to embody my family’s version of ‘good.’
I’m so tired of being good.
Unless I’m being good for him…
“I want you to fuck me,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady and giving myself a rough stroke, which he narrowed his eyes at possessively. “And don’t take it easy on me. I want you to fuck me howyouwant to. Please, Daddy. Please, ruin my… tight little hole.”
My cheeks wereburning,but the fleeting embarrassment was worth it for seeing Xander gape at me, momentarily speechless.
Especially if I get what I want.
“Jesusfuck,Butch, how do you keep surprising me?” He laughed good-naturedly before quickly slipping into stern Daddy mode again. “Very well, my eager little plaything. Get on the bed. On your back.”
“On my back?” In my research, I’d mostly come across men taking it on their hands and knees—which looked just fine to me—but these unexpected instructions confused me.
Where’s my dick gonna go?
Xander’s gaze softened as he kicked off his heels and removed the fishnets—much to my disappointment. “Yes, sweetheart. On your back. I’m going to show you exactly how I want to fuck you.”
CHAPTER22
BUTCH
I excitedly leaped onto the bed, landing on my back so hard I bounced a little on the mattress.
Xander bit back a smile as he circled the bed, methodically opening the bedside drawer to retrieve lube and a brand new murder weapon butt plug he’d bought just for me.
The sight of it only made me wigglemore,which earned me that sexy stern lookagain. We’d been practicing with a few different plugs this week, which Xander’s personal shopper delivered, much to my embarrassment. I got over it pretty quickly when I found out just how fun toys could be.
Why have I never bought one for myself before?
It didn’t take an evil genius to answer that question. Growing up in the Holt household, the message regarding sex was a contradictory mix of ‘let the adoring fans worship you,’ but ‘do not pass third base.’
Being a citywide symbol of masculinity, I often had vapid supermodels hanging off of me at afterparties, and if a blow job in the back cemented my reputation, so be it. As long as I didn’t risk reproduction with a random normie, I was encouraged to play the playboy in public.
That’s where it ended.Allof my testosterone was otherwise expected to be funneled into eliminating villains. The more sexually frustrated I was, the more brutally I killed.
A breeding studanda show pony.
The cool touch of Xander’s lube-coated finger circling my hole demanded I stay present, and I was more than happy to lose myself in the moment. Come Monday, I would return to work—to protecting Big City with my life—but right now, I belonged to him.
I wish it could be like this all the time.
Xander crawled up my body to capture my lips with his, pushing the plug all the way in as he sucked on my tongue. I grunted into his mouth, involuntarily thrusting upward, smearing a trail of precum over his abs.
“Please!” I gasped when he finally came up for air. He simply smirked and lowered his mouth back to mine as he slid the plug in and out, psychotically slow.
“Patience,” he teased, settling back on his knees so he could better watch himself torturing me.
My body felt like it was humming—like a swarm of bees was buzzing through my veins, ricocheting around my lungs as they tried to escape. It was all I could do to keep my powers under control, despite feeling like a magnetic force was trying to coax them out of me and into Xander.
I don’t want to hurt him!
“Xan, please,please,Ineeeeed…”I babbled, too horny and desperate to care what I was saying. “I need you inside me before I freakin’ implode.”
