Burning Your Lies (King and Queen Duet #2)

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Savannah

Just as it was when I first entered this home, I feel lost. Back then, it was because I was exhausted from the mundane routine I found myself in. Huxley was being a ruthless boss. I narrowly escaped homelessness; I now know that was at Xavier’s hand. I was being pumped with hormones and forced to follow Xavier strict rules. Emery was a mystery I couldn’t figure out.

But I created happiness for myself, not realising the heartbreak it promised. I was so desperate to feel unchained, I blindly walked into Xavier’s handcuffs.

I walk around the small space that was once the base for my tryst. I stare at the bed and am warped back to the past.

“Where does Emery think you are?”

I ask, breaking the kiss.

Xavier shrugs his suit jacket off.

“Do you really want to spend our time talking about her?”

He walks forward until we’re at the bed.

“I can think of something much more fun to do.”

I feel uneasy at the thought of sleeping with him when only a few hours ago I was with Huxley.

“I’m still a little sore from last night. How about we just talk?”

The look on his face makes me feel foolish. Of course, he doesn’t want to talk; he came here to fuck his side piece.

“Or we can meet here tomorrow. It’s up to you.”

The soft gaze on his face melts my heart. He tucks my hair behind my ear.

“I just want to be with you, whether or not we’re having sex. It’s you I want, Savannah.”

The irony isn’t lost on me at him making such a statement while wearing a wedding ring. But with the way he’s looking at me makes those thoughts fade away. I climb into my bed and pat the space next to me.

“It’s nice when I get you alone. In the office, you’re always so busy and at home you’re someone else’s husband.”

He lies on his side so he’s facing me.

“Well, for the next few hours, I’m all yours.”

He threads his fingers through mine and kisses my knuckles.

“Won’t she ask where you are? Or did you tell her you’re going to the office again?”

“I don’t use the same excuse twice.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“Sounds like you’ve done this once or twice, Mr Rivers.”

He kisses my shoulder.

“No woman has ever captured my attention quite like you, Miss Hayes. You are truly exquisite.”

My fingers trace his features. I love how everything about Xavier is gentle. Well, everything except the way he fucks.

“How many women have you had?”

“Four, including you.”

“I bet they were all beautiful. You’re too perfect to settle for anything less.”

His lips are back on mine.

“None of them come close to you,”

he whispers.

“I tried to Google Emery before I met her,” I admit.

The corners of his lips curl upwards. “I know.”

I recall Xavier telling me not to believe everything on Google, and I laugh.

“I literally couldn’t find a single picture of her. I thought I could read all the gossip about your marriage, but there was nothing. How do you do that?”

There’s a subtle arrogance in him.

“I make it my priority. It’s important to separate my business from personal life. They are two entities that live inside me. If they mix, it breeds trouble in both elements. My privacy is my protection in this job. And I’ve always enjoyed a private life; one where people can’t pick apart and judge the decisions you make. Sometimes we do things that are driven by the heart, despite logic and moral ruling telling us it’s wrong.”

He sighs.

“Sometimes I just want to do whatever makes me happy. Even if it’s only me that knows about it.”

I walk over to the bed I shared with that monster. My tears fall as I truly understand how that decision has led to the death of four people. In that moment, I thought the biggest consequence was going to be breaking Huxley’s heart and Emery’s dream. But even then, I couldn’t stop. I was so enthralled with Xavier; it was intoxicating, and I couldn’t say no.

“I don’t want to go,”

he murmurs between peppering my neck with kisses.

I want to tell him to stay, but that isn’t a luxury we can afford.

“I thought you would be rushing off home so you can sort yourself out in the shower,”

I tease, gesturing to the bulge in his pants.

“Is it shameful to admit I have done that too many times since meeting you?”

My laugh slips out.

“What do you think about?”

His thumb brushes over my bottom lip.

“Your pouty lips wrapped around me. I imagine myself fucking your mouth.”

A surge of power overcomes me. This is a man who refrained from having sex with his wife for two years. Yet, he is weak for me. “Show me.”

Xavier frees himself with no hesitation. His hard cock stands up like a soldier ready for battle. He holds his hand over. “Spit.”

Taking it one step further, I pull two of his fingers into my mouth and suck them. His shaft twitches in his other hands. Our eyes meet as I take his fingers as far down my throat as I can. When I gag, Xavier groans and pumps himself faster. Releasing him, I sit back and enjoy the show.

“You enjoy watching me touch myself?”

My core aches as if it wasn’t soothed only a few hours ago. There’s something so appealing about watching a CEO touch himself for me. I pinch my hardening nipples through my t-shirt.

“I know you’re sore, but show me that greedy pussy.”

Unable to deny him anything, I pull my shorts and panties down before laying on my back. I spread my legs and use my fingers to spread my folds apart.

“Touch yourself,”

he begs.

“Play with that swollen clit.”

My fingers disappear between my legs as I find my sensitive nub. I hiss at the sensation. I can feel how swollen I am after my session with Huxley. I palm my breasts as the pleasure takes over.

“Put one finger in.”

I start with one, but after a few minutes, I’ve added another. My back is arching off the bed as an orgasm slowly approaches. I tilt my head to see Xavier staring at my bared womanhood, working his hands up and down faster and faster.

“You like watching me fuck myself?”

He grunts.

“Taste yourself. Suck your fingers clean.”

I grin at him before I rub my fingers against my lips. Then, while locking eyes with him, I lick my fingers before sucking them clean. I force them as far back as I can, knowing the gagging will turn him on.

Xavier is sitting between my legs. His grinding his entire length up and down my pussy. He pulls my legs up and holds them together before he’s fucking my thighs like it’s my pussy.

“You’re so wet,”

he groans.

“Look at my cock disappearing between that swollen pussy.”

Every time he thrusts up, he brushes my clit and makes me moan.

“You’re going to make me come like this.”

“I need to fuck you,”

he begs.

“I know you’re sore, but can you do that for me?”

He’s already pried my legs apart and lined himself against my opening.

I wince when he pushes in and screw my eyes shut.

Xavier moves slowly.

“I know you’re sore, baby. I know. But you’re doing such a good job.”

He teases me by inserting just the tip and pulling out again and again. He gently tugs on my clit.

“Xavier,” I moan.

He’s halfway in now.

“I can’t help myself. It’s just feels so good, and you’re so good at taking my cock. You’re so good at stretching that hole and milking me dry.”

He’s thrusting in and out at full force.

“Come for me. Come on this cock. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,”

I whisper.

“I’m only yours.”

“That’s my girl.”

His lips are on mine as we both join each other in blissful oblivion.

I stare at the bookshelf where I know the camera recorded my every move. He knew everything. It’s why he never acted in retaliation or anger. That’s how he always managed to find time to plan and execute a foolproof strategy. His actions last night were anything but. Mia’s and Jordan’s death was a loose end that won’t be so easily tied away. Xavier was angry that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him, so he retaliated on a whim. He made a mistake.

“This room holds many fond memories for me,”

he says, leaning against the door.

“Me too. I was just thinking about one, actually.”

His smile makes me feel sick.

“Which one? I can play the recording back if you’d like?”

I shake my head and turn to look at him.

“No, thank you. I remember it clear as day. And it’s only tonight I realise you were mistaken.”

He puts his hands inside his pockets. His eyebrows shoot up.

“About what?”

“You said you never use the same excuse twice. You’re wrong. Your mother, Caitlyn, and Elliot. In those instances, you acted in a moment of anger and killed them. You then panicked and said they all went abroad. That is going to be your downfall. I am going to prove none of them got on a plane. I am going to prove a pattern of people dropping dead around you.”

He grabs my arm when I try to walk past him.

“You don’t have what it takes to win against me. Did you not learn that last night?”

“You’re wrong,”

I drawl.

“Because you played your entire hand. I have no reason to return that diamond back to you.”

“I showed you part of my hand. The deck is still full. There are plenty more people that you love. Including Elise.”

My heavy chest caves at his threat, but I show no emotion. I stare him down.

“Go ahead. I once told you I lead with my heart because life is not a game of chess. Well done, Xavier. You burned that heart to ashes. I care for nothing and no one. And that is why I will do anything to bring you down. I will destroy anyone and anything that stands in my way. You turned me into your worst nightmare. So, congratulations because I have nothing but hatred inside me. The great Xavier Rivers,”

I mock.

“Larger than life; God himself. Well, even God had his enemies on earth. And while you might be greater than God, the devil doesn’t even come close to the fury I’m about to unleash. You once said I was na?ve, but that Savannah is dead. And this one will stop at nothing to bring hell to earth. I will not stop until you are burning.”