Run From Me (Barbed Wire Hearts #2)

17. Xander

SEVENTEEN

xander

I’d always been impulsive even when I’d thought I had my shit locked down. But the idea of her thinking she could be with anyone else? I’d fucking lost it.

I needed to get to the gym. I couldn’t keep going down this destructive path. How this a problem even though I’d spent years with my boys trying to make sure we had our heads on straight? Well, straighter than the assholes who ran the Spectors damn near into the ground.

I really had tried. I tried to be the better man. The man that a woman like Calliope deserved, and instead? She had awoken a demon inside me. One that craved only her, and I couldn’t put him away.

I didn’t want to have someone to lose. I already had too many. One more? Didn’t fucking need it. But it didn’t really matter what I wanted or needed. I was pretty sure I was too far gone to just walk out.

One more taste.

I bent my head back down to her now soaked pussy and licked her one more time. My phone beeped, and I ignored it. I was right where I shouldn’t be.

“What do you say, Sparky? If I keep you here and far too exhausted, you won’t be able to taunt me with another man. Do not test me.”

Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard enough that the thin T-shirt hid nothing.

“You are fucking sexy, Calliope.”

I enjoyed the view from between her legs, watching as her breasts rose and feel with every breath.

“If that’s a threat, I’m game.” Her words were clipped as she caught her breath.

“Watch what you wish for,” I said as I slowly pulled my fingers out of her core.

My cock was so hard right now I wasn’t sure how the seam of my pants wasn’t busted. It was, however, really fucking uncomfortable.

I shifted my body and reached down to adjust myself. Something in the way her gaze grew hungry as she watched me had me nearly coming in my pants.

My phone beeped again.

“Fuck. I need to check that.”

My jacket was somewhere on the floor, and it took me a few seconds to find it. It took me another few to breathe through the pain of my cock trapped in my damn pants. Zeid had sent a text.

Zeid: Fight tonight.

Me: Who’s the sponsor?

We hadn’t called a fight, I was positive about that. Usually they were a great way to bring in money while taking out a problem or two. I’d taken out the only problem I had recently, and he was already canned dog food.

Zeid: Don’t know. A text went out too all the gangs. Anonymous.

I looked back at the bed and then back at my phone.

Me: And we’re required?

Zeid: Yes.

That was all he said, and that meant this wasn’t sitting right with anyone. Well shit.

“Alright, sweet cheeks. I have a fight tonight. Something tells me you’re my good luck charm. Spread those legs and come for me like the good girl you are.”

She gasped but did as I asked. I stripped off my shirt and finally got some release as I yanked down my zipper, freeing my length from its cage.

“What do you mean a fight?” she asked as she watched my every move.

The bed sank as I knelt on it.

“Underground fights. Don’t tell me you’re worried.”

She raised herself up on her elbows, thrusting her chest higher, and I took that as a damn invitation.

I pushed up her shirt and bra, claiming one taut nipple between my teeth.

“Hey, I… Oh god.”

I looked up at her, loving the way her head lolled back.

“I am no god, Sparky.”

I kissed my way up her chest to those lips that had some kind of power over me. Fuck. It was the sass that kept me on my toes that seemed to have me in some kind of chokehold.

Bracing myself over her with one arm, I slid my free hand between her legs, feeling the wetness there.

“Good girl, you’re ready for me.”

I ran the head of my cock over her slit, spreading her pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, Calliope.”

My eyes captured hers as I memorized the way she looked when I thrust into her tight entrance.

“I don’t have time to be gentle. But remember who owns this body,” I said behind a crooked smile.

I pulled out, loving the way her body was so tight around my cock that, as I retreated and pushed back in, I could feel her stretch and give around my thickness.

“Yes, fuck me.” Her words were strained as I did as she asked, thrusting into her over and over. The bed moving with my punishing rhythm.

“Say it, say you belong to me.”

This woman had me and that was dangerous. It was dangerous that I was playing a game of keeps when I didn’t believe in happily ever afters.

Her legs wrapped around my hips, and fuck if that didn’t just make me fuck her harder, pulling out and thrusting back in before she could even breathe.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, Xander. Yours.”

Why the sound of my name on her lips shot a need so fucking strong to mark her that my damn balls ached, I couldn’t think too long on. But it did. My balls tightened and my cock hardened as I lost the ability to stop myself from coming, but not before she came for me one more time.

Every thrust at this point felt like borrowed time.

“Come for me, beautiful. Come for me so I can fill your pussy—” I broke off as she screamed out my name one more time before I felt the walls of her core quiver around my cock, and thank fuck.

I took her over and over, trying to extend her orgasm for as long as I could, but she was too much. Too beautiful. Too twisted. Too everything.

I gasped as the words bounced around in my head, and then I came so hard I wasn’t sure who was ruined here.

She whimpered under me and it felt like a betrayal to my demons. Why did that little sound make me want to take her all over again?

I stilled over her as my cock emptied inside her. Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I, uh. I need to get to the ring.”

Her eyes darted around my face, and the idea that she was seeing straight through this mask of a man, straight to a weakness I didn’t think existed, felt like too much.

“Yeah. Okay. Can I come too?”

I couldn’t find the words, I just shook my head no. I couldn’t even bring myself to kiss her again. It just seemed all too real. All too much.

All too normal.

I didn’t get normal.

I didn’t get happy.

I got blood, guts, and vengeance.