Page 210 of I Will Break You
Even when I was with Mr. Lawson, a large part of me knew it was wrong. He never took me out to eat, never introduced me to any of his friends, or even allowed me to use his first name. The man was always so paranoid I would slip up and reveal our secret relationship.
Xero wanted the whole world to know we were in love. He made me the president of his official fan club, wrote about me in his responses to the fans, and introduced me to his sister. Not to mention the great efforts he’s making to destroy an evil organization that wants me dead.
“Is this love?” I whisper against his lips.
“Love? That’s too bland to describe what’s in my heart. You’re my North Star, my guiding light, my entire purpose. I’m obsessed, addicted, compelled to worship at your feet, if only to sate the hunger inside me only you can quell.”
“Xero—”
His lips crash down on mine with a kiss that steals my breath, and his fingers tangle into my curls, holding my head in place. He devours my mouth, his tongue twisting around mine to explore every crevice and stoke the flames of my arousal.
My knees buckle, and I fall against him, feeling the press of his long, hard cock.
“See what you do to me,” he growls into the kiss. “I can’t function, knowing you’re so close. If I had the choice, I’d be inside you every hour of the day.”
“Do it,” I say.
He raises a brow. “Now?”
I nod.
He sweeps an arm across the stone room. “Here?”
I turn in a circle, finally taking in my surroundings. The lower level floor of the mausoleum is more spacious than upstairs,containing two ornate marble coffins laid side by side, with a stone seating area around the edges.
Between them is a walkway that leads to a decorative arch. Sconces hang on the walls, each holding unlit candles. With Xero here to protect me from stray ghosts, I can appreciate that it’s creepy, yet romantic.
“Yes,” I say, my gaze meeting his. “Right here.”
He advances on me, his hands encircling my waist. He walks me backward to one of the stone coffins, his eyes shining with desire.
“Is anyone buried inside there?” I ask.
“Does it matter?”
“No.”
He lifts me to the coffin’s ledge, so I’m sitting atop its marble surface. Cold seeps through the fabric of my skirt and stockings, making me fidget. Easing down my upper body, Xero smooths his hands up my thighs, and pushes the fabric up around my waist.
“Open for me,” he says, that deep voice curling around my senses like smoke.
Even though I’m wearing a fitted black leather bodice with a zip down the front, and a matching black jacket with gloves, I still manage to shiver. I part my thighs, my breath hitching as his warm fingers skim my panties’ lace trim.
I stare up into his darkening eyes, my heart pounding hard enough to rattle the marble.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re laid out for me like my own little corpse bride.” Xero reaches for the zipper and pulls, releasing my breasts.
Cool air swirls around my exposed flesh, making my nipples tighten into hardened peaks. His gaze rakes over my body with a hunger so palpable, I swear I feel it brush against my skin. Every inch of me shivers, but not from the cold.
“Are you wet for me, little ghost?” he asks.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I whisper.
With a groan, he slides my panties to the side, his long fingers exploring my slick folds. All the while, his cruel eyes drink me in like I’m the last drop of water in hell.
“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles, his thumb pressing againstmy clit. Two of his fingers push into my entrance, stretching me open.
My pussy clamps around the thick digits, wanting more. Needing it.