Page 237 of I Will Break You
“You look so fucking beautiful, coming around my cock,” he growls before his muscles tighten.
His features twist into a rictus of lust so terrifying that every fine hair on my body stands on end. What’s left of my survival instincts whispers that this is Xero’s real face, the beautiful monster bent on my degradation.
The voice gets drowned out when he comes with a guttural moan. His shaft swells, and he fills my pussy with warm fluid. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl. Wring out every drop.”
I’m sweating, gasping, trembling, my muscles contracting around him as he rides out the rest of his climax with continued thrusts. He tosses the knife aside, letting it fall onto the screens with a dull thud and places a finger over my clit.
“Xero?” I say through panting breaths.
“Did you think we were finished?” His voice is cold, sending shivers across my skin. “You’re going to give me one more. And after that, another.”
My heart races as I realize what he means. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s right, little ghost. You’re mine, and I will never let you go.”
As his words sink in, I’m overcome by a delicious sense of dread. There’s no escaping Xero. I’m completely at the mercy of this apex predator.
NINETY-EIGHT
XERO
Multiple orgasms were another thing Amethyst underlined in our sex contract, and I made sure to deliver. By the time I finished with her, she was sobbing openly for mercy and yelling something about seeing stars.
Our time was up, so I cut her down from the ceiling and helped her back into her corset and into a spare pair of panties. After getting dressed and disconnecting the drive containing our recordings, I carried her out of the trailer, where Scroggins informed me that Nocturne had already left.
I have an appointment with him tomorrow evening at the Stargazer on 5th and Main to discuss membership over a cup of coffee. In case he’s meeting several potential guests throughout the day, I’ll have people surrounding the place when it opens.
Amethyst deserves lavish aftercare after such a heavy scene. I would take her to a nearby hotel for a long soak, but she’s a wanted woman. Technically, so am I. Instead, I bundle her in the car and drive her to the stone bath at the old rectory, where we relaxed after our first time together.
Once inside, I carry her to the steaming bath and peel off her clothes. She’s a vision, my goddess, my everything. Her body trembles under my touch, but I can see the trust in her eyes, a trust I will never betray. I lower her into the warmwater, reveling in her sweet sigh. Sliding in behind her, I cradle her between my legs and wrap my arms around her waist.
“You were magnificent tonight,” I murmur, my voice low and filled with reverence.
She sighs at my words, her body molding into mine. I run my hands over her smooth skin, rinsing away the intensity of the night. Her heartbeat slows, syncing with mine as we exchange slow, sensual kisses.
Tonight lives up to every fantasy I had while I was on Death Row.
“You belong to me,” I whisper against her lips. “No one will ever hurt you again. I will destroy anyone who dares to come between me and what’s mine.”
As my hands continue their journey across her delectable little body, she surrenders to my touch. My little ghost moans in all the right places, despite her exhaustion.
My lips brush her ear, making her shiver. “Every moment with you is a gift, every touch a privilege. You’re intoxicating—my perfect match.”
“Really?” She arches her back.
Her fingers dig into my thighs. I smile, knowing I’ve claimed every part of her, body and soul. As her heartbeat steadies, we linger in the bath, lost in our private bubble. The water cools, but the heat between us remains.
After helping her out of the bath, I carry her to the dressing room and wrap her in a soft towel, making sure to dry her with the care and attention she deserves.
“We’re bound,” I say, our gazes locking. “In this life and the next, you are mine.”
Her lips curve into a smile, and for a moment, the world feels suspended in her bliss. Amethyst is my everything, and I will guard her with my life. Minutes pass, and the weight of my promise settles deep within my soul.
Gathering her in my arms again, I take her back to the crawlspace and watch her sleep. I lose track of time, lost in the wonder of her presence, until my phone buzzes, jolting me back to reality. The screen flashes with an incoming call from Tyler.
“Report,” I whisper as I walk out into the hallway and pull the door closed.
“After you mentioned that the screen room was outside, I arranged for a drone to fly over Melrose Manor. Did you know their tour bus is registered to X-Cite Media?”