Page 221 of I Will Mend You
He enters me with a slow, deliberate thrust, lavishing me with a spine-tingling stretch. I grip the railing, my knuckles turning white, as he buries himself to the hilt. A low moan escapes my throat at the delicious torture.
“Feel that?” he whispers, his grip tightening on my hip.
I nod, the movement frantic. “Xero. Please. Move.”
“You’re so adorable when you’re needy.” Chuckling, he draws back his hips before delivering a sharp thrust that makes me gasp. The burst of pleasure he delivers sends all thoughts of being caught scattering to the wind.
Each drag of his cock fires needy sparks across my nerve endings, making my toes curl. He sets up a slow, teeth-grinding pace, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside me with every stroke.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.
His hand snakes around my waist, pinning me against his chest as he strokes my over-sensitized clit. The combined sensations are too much, bringing on the approach of another climax.
Each move is powerful, possessive, controlled. His lips find my neck, peppering my skin with kisses. The sensation of his lips and teeth grazing my skin only heightens my arousal. He bites down on my shoulder, the pain making me whimper and clench around his shaft.
“Look at them,” he snarls. “Look at your adoring fans while I fuck you senseless.”
I stare down at the bookstore, where the first dozen purchasers stream through the crowd with their bags. Xero’s pace quickens, and I push back, matching his rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, his voice rough with desire. “Fucking beneath their noses with the danger of exposing your dirty little secret.”
“Yes,” I gasp, barely able to form the word. “Don’t stop.”
Hands tightening on my hips, he thrusts deeper. “Never. Because you’re mine. You belong to me, Amethyst. Every pretty little inch.”
The bustle of the bookstore fades, leaving only Xero, the railing, and the way he pounds into me with raw intensity. An orgasm builds up again, the tension coiling tight within my core.
Loud footsteps echo up a set of iron stairs leading to our mezzanine. I glance down to find Myra approaching, clad in the same white shirt and leather skirt she wore to the book fair.
“Xero,” I say, my words choked. “Someone’s coming.”
The finger thrumming my clit falters for a heartbeat, then moves faster. “Let them come. Let them see who you belong to.”
Terror explodes across my chest, making every nerve ending thrum. The thought of nearly getting caught sets off an explosive climax that seizes control of my limbs. My walls clamp and convulse around Xero’s cock, making his shaft swell.
“Fuck… I’m coming.” Spurts of warm cum hit my cervix, filling me with a delicious heat.
Xero’s grip on my hips tightens, his movements becoming more erratic as he pounds through his own release.
I collapse against his chest, gasping through my climax. When the footsteps grow louder, Xero pulls out, letting my skirt fall back into place.
Seconds later, Myra appears at the top of the stairs, her shoulders sagging. Strands of red hair fall across her face, making her look drawn. When she raises her head and we lock gazes, her expression brightens.
“Amethyst! Xero!” She advances toward us with a broad smile. “The special edition is selling like crazy. We’ve already sold out of the first batch.”
“That’s fantastic!” I pull her into a hug. But as I draw back, her forehead creases. “What’s wrong?”
Her smile falters, and her shoulders droop. “Martina sold her share of the store.”
“To who?” I ask.
“Gavin,” she whispers.
My gaze snaps to Xero, who scowls. I turn back to her and ask, “Gavin from school?”
She nods, her features twisting with annoyance. “He turned up one morning, saying he owned the store. When I called my sister, her assistant told me she’d sold her share online.”
“Wait. How is that even legal?”