Burning Your Lies (King and Queen Duet #2)

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Savannah

Just as I hit send on the email, there is a knock at the door. I gesture for Brynn to enter and smile at Elise, who is running into my arms.

“Hi, baby.”

I smother her with kisses and revel in the peace her giggles fill me with.

She rubs her eyes and nestles into me. “Dreamy.”

I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her nose.

“Okay, baby. You close your eyes and dream.”

When I look up, Brynn is still lingering in the doorway.

“Xavier’s in a meeting. You can wait for him if you’d like.”

She shoots me a timid smile and takes a seat on the couch a few feet away from me.

“We were just passing through and wanted to say hello.”

A surge of jealousy courses through my body. It’s not fair that a stranger gets to raise my daughter, while I have to fight the system for the chance. Regardless, I swallow my emotions and smile at Brynn.

“Hope she isn’t giving you too much trouble.”

Brynn looks up from the ground.

“She’s so sweet. She makes this job very easy.”

In the sunlight, her hair looks more orange than red, and I’m tempted to ask her if it’s natural or not.

Looking at the camera hidden in the wall, I smile.

“Are you and him dating?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

I shift Elise so she’s cradled in my arms.

“Woman to woman, I’d be careful about that one.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

“His last girlfriend ended up in a home for the crazy.”

I click my tongue.

“I have to say, I didn’t enjoy my time there very much.”

The blue eyes don’t move from my face. Her mouth opens slightly, but she doesn’t speak for a moment. The confusion morphs into surprise.

“He never mentioned that you dated him.”

I roll my eyes and scoff.

“I’m hardly surprised. Xavier is a liar.”

She timidly steps closer to me.

“How long were you…”

I pretend to think about it.

“Well, he told me he was in love with me really early on. We were both fighting our feelings for about a year, but Xavier wasn’t afraid to remind me how he really felt. Our affair started somewhere in my first trimester.”

“While he was married?”

She sounds appalled. With a shake of her head, she says, “He never even told me you were his surrogate. I thought his wife died in childbirth.”

“His wife died before I even gave birth.”

Her hand flies up to her mouth to catch her gasp.

“How could he…”

I grin at the camera and wonder if Xavier is watching this show live. If he is, I bet he’s seething in silence. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cuts his meeting short to put an end to it.

“He’s the one that asked me to stay after giving birth. I’m sure he’s still got the engagement ring he bought me.”

I shrug as if I didn’t just stomp all over his new obsession.

“It’s all water under the bridge, though. We’re strictly business and co-parents now.”

The pain in her eyes reflects the one I had the night Emery found about the affair. Just like Brynn, my hands were trembling at the betrayal of a man I thought loved me. This time, I am Emery, observing a foolish woman. I can see her fate playing out.

“I know how easy it is to fall under his spell. It’s like you meet him and then suddenly he invades every thought. It happens so fast, you just can’t stop it. And you ask yourself if it’s possible to fall in love so fast. But can I offer you the advice that was given to me but I stupidly ignored?”

She chokes back a sob. “What?”

In the distance, I see Emery’s ghost looking at me the way she did that night. I repeat her words.

“Run while you can.”

I open the door and am temporarily thrown off by the candles and rose petals that line the floor. “Hux?”

I follow the trail to the dining room. The lights are dimmed, and the table set for a romantic meal for two. I wince when I remember I was meant to be home for dinner.

“I’m so sorry! It completely slipped my mind.”

Huxley’s top buttons are undone, and he stares at the wall, silently drinking his wine.

“Where were you?”

When I don’t answer, he clicks his tongue.

“Understood.”

I drop my bag and walk until I’m in front of him.

“He was just throwing stuff my way and the time just slipped away. I’m sorry.”

“What, Savannah? You didn’t pick your phone up even once and see my messages and calls? You didn’t see the sun disappearing and think you had a husband to get home to?”

The sympathy I just felt disappears.

“If you’re asking whether I ignored you, the answer is no. We were working. I need to maintain somewhat of a relationship with him.”

“Not at the cost of this marriage. I told you, this marriage is not part of the game to me. If I’ve asked you to be home, then you come home.”

“I came home!”

I shout.

“Why are you acting like I did something wrong?”

His voice drips with ice.

“I knew this was going to happen. Do you think he needed you there? He’s going to keep doing this to come between us.”

“Then don’t let him!”

I walk away from him and take a few calming breaths. He is overreacting. It wasn’t like I returned home the next morning. I made a mistake. I turn and look at Huxley. He isn’t angry. He’s upset. I look at the perfectly plated food and arrangement around our home. Walking back over to him, I take a seat on his lap and cup his face.

“I’m sorry,”

I whisper.

“You made an effort and I couldn’t make it home. I won’t forget again. I promise.”

He sighs and holds me against him.

“If it happens again, I’m going to spank you until your ass is sore.”

I let out a laugh when his palm comes down my ass. I grab his bun and pull on it.

“Let your hair down and loosen up, sunshine. Just because I missed dinner doesn’t mean we can’t have some dessert.”

His fingers are already unbuttoning my blouse. He nibbles on the tops of my breast.

“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?”

“How about a cream pie?”

I climb off his lap and head to the kitchen. Scouring through the fridge, I grab the can of whippy cream. Back in the dining room, I strip all my clothes off until I’m naked. I wave the can in his direction.

“This is a little too sweet for me. I need a little salt to go with it.”

“I’ve got just the perfect thing.”

He stands up and frees his manhood. His fists wrap around the head. His golden eyes darken as he watches me play with myself.

“Come and take what you want.”

“Sit down,”

I order. With slow, steady steps, I prowl towards him and kneel on the ground. I shake the can before squirting a line down his length.

Huxley hisses.

“That’s cold.”

Looking up at him, I grin.

“It’s a good thing my mouth is warm.”

Starting at the base, my tongue runs up his shaft, cleaning the cream with it as I go. When I get to the tip, my mouth wraps around it and I suck. My hands massage his balls as I take him further down my throat.

Huxley loses patience and forces himself down my throat by pressing the back of my head down.

“Take it all. Suck my fucking cock dry.”

My gag reflexes kick in and I slap his thigh to let up. When he pulls out, my saliva dribbles down my chin. But I haven’t had enough. Both hands wrap around him and I pump him until he groans. I flick my tongue across the top and enjoy the way he throbs in my hands. Wrapping my lips around it, I suck it hard, while my hands work the rest.

“Come in my mouth,” I beg.

“Fuck your fingers,”

he demands. He waits until I’ve followed his instructions before his hands are at the back of my head and pushing me back onto his shaft. Holding my head in place, Huxley fucks my mouth with no remorse. Every time he hits the back of my throat and I gag, he groans louder.

“I can feel your throat closing around me.”

When I look at him, his eyes are trained on me. My fingers assault my clit in a desperate frenzy. The pleasure in his eyes weakens me, and all I want to do is satisfy him. His fingers form fists in my hair as he thrusts faster and harder. My eyes close and I fight back the urge to gag.

“Is that pussy about to come?”

I can’t speak or nod my head. All I can do is rub myself faster. My whimper is swallowed by his cock.

“Don’t lose a single drop.”

He holds my head in place as he forces his arousal down my throat.

Just as the first load hits the back of my throat, I writher at giving myself an orgasm. My body tightens and my moan is held hostage by his cum shooting down my throat. The salty taste barely registers as he swells and throbs inside my mouth. Huxley’s groans soften as he thrusts a few more times until he’s ridden his orgasm out. With a mouthful of his arousal, I wrap my lips around his sensitive head and suck it until I know he’s empty.

“Oh god, that feels so good. Your warmth mouth and all that cum…”

He pushes into my mouth.

“Swallow it.”

Fighting my gag reflexes, and with him still in my mouth, I swallow the salty substance in one gulp. I release him from my mouth and stick my tongue out.

“Delicious.”

“My turn for dessert.”

He pulls me off the floor and seats me on the table. The cream hardens my nipples and Huxley wastes no time in sucking them clean, one at a time. His teeth clamp down and I squeal at the stinging.

“I fucking love these.”

His tongue travels down the valley of my breasts, as he switches between licking and sucking the skin.

“You ready to fuck me?”

“Not yet.”

His hands are all over my body, but he doesn’t touch me where I need him to. He stares at me.

“I fucking love you, Mrs Ray-Hayes. I love your tits. I love your ass. I love your swollen cunt. I love your eyes, especially when you look at me like I’m worthy of your love. I love your long hair, especially when it’s wrapped around my fist. I love your smile, especially when it’s because of a thought you won’t share with anyone. I love these marks on your body because it reminds me how remarkable it is. Every single stripe reminds me of how selfless you are. It reminds me how lucky I am that one day you’re going to carry my baby and be the mother of my child. You’re going to grow in size and give me more of you to love. Because I love you, Savannah, and I cannot wait to marry you properly in a few weeks.”

Tears brim in my eyes, and when a few escape, he brushes them away for me. “Hux.”

He cups my face.

“I love you so incredibly much and I am sorry I don’t know how to convey it in words. But just know, I do. I love you. And I want you to marry me for real.”

It’s a rare moment for Huxley to let his hair out of his bun, but he stops touching me to do just that.

“This is all of me. Everything you see before you is all I am. I will spend the rest of my life trying to be more, trying to be better for you. Nothing about us is conventional. We fuck instead of talking our problems out. We skipped past all the milestones. We used to fuck and leave. We never shared a bed, thought or worry with one another. But the past three months have made me realise I am content if that is all we do. I will happily spend the rest of my life with just you, sweetheart. Because there was no one before you, and I do not believe there will be anyone after.”

I sit up and watch as he digs through his trouser pocket. My heart hammers in my chest as he gets down on one knee and holds open a velvet box that houses the most beautiful engagement ring. The band is thin and made up of gold swirls that lead up to the single ruby stone.

“What are you…”

I can’t get anything out past my sob.

“I know you don’t care for a ring or diamond. But a ruby is a symbol of courage and love. It’s the token of the heart. I want the world to know your heart belongs to me. I want this to be a reminder to come home, no matter what. When you’re angry or time slips away, let this remind you I will always be home waiting for you. Because my life is nothing without you. I love you, Savannah Ray-Hayes. So, please, marry me.”

My sob breaks out, and I nod my head.

“I love you so much.”

He grins through his tears.

“Is that a yes?”

“We’re already married, but yes!”

He slides the ring onto my finger and admires it.

“Till death do us part.”

My hands run through his hair before resting on his neck. I echo his words.

“Till death do us part.”

He places a kiss on my knee and then feathers them up my thigh.

“Lay on your back. I think I’ve earned my dessert.”

He spreads my legs open and feasts on the meal that is reserved for him until the end of time. His tongue is feverish as he brings me close to the edge. When the first spasm comes, Huxley’s tongue lathers it all up.

“Will you fuck me now?” I beg.

He stands up, lips glistening with my arousal.

“I think I want to make love to my wife and then fill her with my love.”

I pull him to me and kiss him hard, hoping it translates how much he owns my heart.

“I would love that.”

I spread and bend my legs, ready for Huxley to complete me. When he does, my eyes roll back and I let out a satisfied sigh.

“Always so ready for me,”

he compliments. He takes my hands in his and kisses the ring.

Surrounded by candles, rose petals and enough love to fill the room, Huxley fucks me achingly slow. Our eyes never stray from one another, both locked in the erotic bubble of becoming one. And when he fills me, we catch our breath before Huxley carries me up to our bedroom. We lay in our bed, naked and satisfied, both knowing that no matter what happens in the game, this is all real.