Run From Me (Barbed Wire Hearts #2)

22. Calliope

TWENTY-TWO

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“What is that supposed to mean?”

I was tired, sort of. This was a whole different world than I’d expected to find. I was watching as Cas held up his hand to a pad. We followed him in and Zeid pulled the door shut as an alarm started to sound.

He walked over to another pad on the wall and typed in a code. He then proceeded to punch in another code that had a lot, and I mean a lot, of cameras flashing up on TVs in the corner.

“What is all that?”

Xander wasn’t slowing down. He was climbing the stairs two at a time and squirming didn’t do me any good except making the rubber band of a dress ride up.

“Security.”

I tried to glance over his shoulder.

“All those cameras are here?”

Xander held me tighter, like I was about to jump ship or something.

“Some. Some are at the industrial park. More all over the city, our territories.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Realizing the scope of their reach wasn’t even making any sense. I tried to not know much about the Vipers. The less I knew, the less chance I would be more valuable or more of a liability. It was delusional, but I had told myself these lies. I needed to be in control of something.

“Okay.” My voice was anything but confident. “We can revisit that later. Where are you taking me? Where are we?”

He stopped in front of a door with another biometric pad. This time he shifted me. His hand gripped my ass as he held me in one arm instead of putting me down while he accessed the pad.

The door didn’t make much of a sound opening, but it made a thud as the heavy thing closed.

“Is this the Xander Cave?”

Xander wasn’t talking. Not even a little twitch of a muscle to know he’d heard me. I couldn’t read his face. Something told me that I was right though. No one put this much effort into some kind of crash pad.

“Look. I don’t want to ruin your bachelor vibe. I’m sure you could take me home. No one will mess with me if you drop me off. I promise not to answer the door.”

He was still quiet. He was quiet and didn’t have the scary look of a psychopath.

“You aren’t going back there.”

I pressed my lips together and glared.

“Is that a command, my lord?” I was holding in the little threads of joy. I wasn’t dumb enough to put much hope into the picture, but he wanted me here?

The corner of my lip quirked just a bit.

“Not a command, but I am bigger than you, so I’d like to see you defy me.” His point was well made with me in his arms like I weighed nothing.

A moment later I was falling as he dropped me on the bed.

“Show me this fucking dress they made you wear. How many others saw you in this?”

Shifting, I propped myself on my elbows, my chest thrust a little higher.

“If you wanna see, you’re going have to take back this much comfier shirt. And to answer your question, it was, like, two or three or whatever. How many were at the fight?”

Heat spread through my belly as I watched his eyes do that crazy darkness thing, so I kept talking. I wanted to push him.

“The one that Zeiden shot? He was the one that forced me to wear it. I don’t think he actually saw me naked, probably not. But Ripple picked this out. I don’t know why I kept it. Fear that they would ask me about it? Dunno,” I said.

Xander shifted as he reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled. I lifted my arms on instinct and then fell back on the bed.

“We aren’t in public now, are we, Sparky?”

Moisture shot straight to my core.

“No, we are not. But you heard me, right? Ripple bought this for me?”

Xander started to crawl up my body, and I shivered with desire under his predatory look.

His thumbs hooked under the hem of the skirt and it bunched up like the elastic band it was.

“I heard you. Nothing would make me happier than fucking you in this dress or cutting it away like the trash that it is just so he could watch from hell and see what he could never have.”

The heat of his breath followed every kiss up my thigh. The higher he got, the more I craved him. I wanted to beg him to touch me. Beg him to make me forget tonight.

I let him have control of my body and knew that at least I’d never regret this choice.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding. No fucking panties? Do you have a death wish?” he asked between each kiss of my stomach.

I lifted my head, looking him straight in the eyes as he looked up at me.

“I did for them and look what kind of luck I had?”

I saw the darkness flash in those eyes. Was it bad that I wanted to make that part of him come out? It seemed a lot less scary than having to process just how relieved I’d been when he’d found me. Or how excited I’d been when I thought he was the one at the door.

“They died for touching you. Make no mistake, I meant it when I said no one is allowed to touch you.”

I wanted to be a feminist and argue, but when he slipped two fingers inside me and his tongue flicked over my clit, I was a goner.

“Uh-huh,” was the only sound to make it past my lips.

“Come for me, my little demon.”

His fingers thrust in and out as his tongue danced around my sensitive nub. The heat burned through me with every stroke. The invisible coil twisted tighter and tighter with every stroke. I was so close. My hands wound into the bedspread as he pushed a third finger inside me and shifted the way he stroked me. He hit that hidden little spot inside me that I swore he had a map too.

“Xander,” I cried out as he found the exact spot that had me exploding around his fingers. My pussy tightened and pulsed around them as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm.

“Xander, please.”

He moved up from between my legs.

“Please what, Calliope?”

God, when this man said my name, my body reacted in ways I didn’t even realize was a thing. Heat pulsed like it was alive within me.

“Please, give me more.”

I liked the way he kept his eyes on mine as he shifted, grabbing the hem of his shirt and ripping it over his head in one motion. I reached for his pants, my fingers fumbling as I tried to regain use of all my limbs. I finally got the button undone and then the zipper.

“Look what you do to me.” His voice was low as he removed his pants and those tight fight shorts in one quick motion.

I don’t think I’d had the chance to really appreciate his body yet. Touch it? Know all the hard planes of it? Yes. But the tattoos? The scars? Cas wasn’t the only one that seemed to enjoy art. Xander’s body was like a canvas.

As he moved over me, the bed shifting and the heat of his body soaking into mine, all the wonder turned into need.

This moment, as his cock slid against my slit, spreading me and prodding at my entrance, was everything.

He was everything I shouldn’t have tempted. Everything I shouldn’t have wanted. Except now I realized what my addiction was.

It was him. Him and the way he made my entire body come to life.

I arched my back as he slid the thick head of his cock past my tight entrance, stretching me, and I let him claim me again.

I was so wet, there was no resistance. I wanted him so badly that when he thrust himself inside me, burying his length deep in my core, I moaned at the relief of finally having him fill me. I moaned at the way he rubbed against the sensitive nerves and somehow had me halfway to my next orgasm when I’d barely come down from the last one.

“Xander, you’re the devil.”

He held himself above me as he controlled the rhythm. Controlled me.

“And you’re my angel,” he said.

Those words were nonsensical, and I wanted to prove my point.

I wrapped my leg over his hip and pushed against his chest. I was certain, had he not wanted to, I never would have moved him, but he let me and rolled, putting me on top.

“Oh, Xander. I’m not anyone’s angel.”

I let all the anger and fear and heartbreak that had been packed away in tidy little bags within my soul flow out of me as I rode him like my next orgasm would wash away everything.

His hands gripped my hips, and even as I rocked back and forth, he still commanded my body.

I moaned as his length pressed deep inside me. Every shift of my hips was a stroke right where I wanted him. My hands were pressed down against his chest as I rode him, watching as his eyes grew hungrier with every shift. The more he watched me, the hungrier that gaze was and the more I wanted to feel. The more confidence I had to do what I wanted. I slid my hands over my body, chasing the heat burning along my skin. His dilated pupils followed as I slid my hands higher, gripping my breasts and squeezing, begging to feel more.

“Fuck me, Xander. Use my body. Do everything to me, just don’t leave me.”

The words were out of my mouth before I could forget to think them. They were out there, and the growl that filled the room had me forgetting my own name in the next breath.

“Never, Calliope. I will never leave you.”

He flipped us again; my back pressed against the bed as he slammed his cock into me hard and fast the next second, stealing all the air inside my lungs.

“You…”

He slammed himself inside me again and again, and between gritted teeth, he finally finished the sentence hanging between us.

“Are my forever.”

His lips pressed down on mine as he created a desperate, needy pace that had me exploding around him again and again, making me forget I needed air to live because right then, all it felt like I needed was Xander. All I wanted was Xander.

He left my lips, letting me gasp for air as his pace grew brutal and exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to be his everything. I wanted to calm whatever storm he hid away from me.

The world seemed to grow bright and dim as my body continued to take him even as my pussy throbbed from one orgasm to the next. If this was heaven, maybe I could believe there was a god. And if this was hell? He could torture me for his own needs.

“Xander,” I begged between gasps.

He grabbed my leg and pushed it over his shoulder, and that might have been the moment I lost to a darkness that seemed more like light, but his cock hit me deeper and harder.

“Come for me again, princess, and I’ll spill all of me inside you.”

He didn’t have to ask because I didn’t have a choice as I cried out one last time, and this time, I felt his body tense over mine. Through the haze I felt him release himself inside me before he shifted us as he collapsed with me in his arms and both of us were desperate for air.

The last thing I heard before I let my eyelids close was this: “Cali. You’re my heaven.”