Page 19 of Deadly Little Sparrow

Without the benefit of lust clouding my mind, the reality of everything settles around me. Am I in over my head? Even if I am, do I have any desire to save myself?

I grab Xaviaro’s hair a little tighter and tip his head back so I can see his eyes again. They’re sharper now, the haze of sex and submission starting to fade. But the vulnerability hasn’t been locked away just yet. It sends a final little shiver through me, this one settling in my chest and making my heart ache with the absolutely insane thought that this man somehow needs me.

Maybe part of me needs him too.

But Benny still needs me more.

Chapter 7

XAVIARO

Sparrow’s fingers in my hair and the binding around my wrists feel like the only things holding me together as little shockwaves continue to tingle along my spine and through my spent cock. When he untangles his grip, I let out an involuntary whimper.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, tucking his cock away, zipping his pants, then lowering himself to his knees in front of me.

I’ve spent most of my life dreaming of submitting like I did for Sparrow tonight. I thought I would finally feel put back together. Instead, I feel more fractured than ever, like the slightest breeze could shatter me.

“Look at me, Xaviaro,” he says in that same commanding tone that sent me to my knees to begin with.

I didn’t realize my eyes were closed, but I pry them open to find his face inches from mine, inescapably filling my field of vision. Nothing exists except for his intense blue eyes and his beautifully stern expression. I swallow and my throat aches. An involuntary tremble rocks my muscles, making me aware of the tension in my shoulders from the way my arms are tied behind my back. Every small twinge of pain in my body is a reminder of the pleasure, and I want to keep all of it.

“You were so good for me,” Sparrow says softly, leaning in and brushing a jarringly gentle kiss against my lips. “I know that was intense, but I’ve got you. It’s okay to just let go.”

I open my mouth to tell him that I did let go. I went somewhere else while he fucked my throat. I gave myself over to him in ways I’ve only fantasized about before. I didn’t even feel the buildup of my own orgasm. Every second from the moment he wrapped his fingers around my cock until he finally spilled down my throat felt like the longest, most overwhelming orgasm of my life. Letting go was easy, it’s putting myself back together again that’s proving to be difficult.

But instead of saying any of that, a sob escapes and I sag into him again. I thought I’d stopped feeling years ago, but it turns out I’d just built a dam around my emotions and Sparrow put a crack in it. Everything comes spilling out at once as a wave of hot tears tumble down my cheeks to pool on his shirt and skin where I have my face buried in the crook of his neck.

He makes soothing sounds and strokes his hands over my back and along my arms until the unexpected flood dries up and all of my emotions have been washed away on the wave of tears. Well, maybe not all of my emotions. Something warm and needy remains in my chest as Sparrow uses his thumbs to dry my cheeks.

“Better?” he checks, and I nod.

“Sorry, I—”

“Shh.” He hushes me again, and I snap my mouth closed without finishing the apology. He runs a hand down my chest until he reaches the ruined scrap of silk still wrapped around my soft cock, sticky with my drying cum. “Was I your first?”

A rusty laugh works its way up my dry throat. “I’m not a virgin.”

His lips twist in a wry, crooked smile. “I don’t care about who you’ve stuck your dick in or vice versa, Killer. I want to know if you’ve ever given yourself to anyone like that. Have you ever submitted to someone before?”

I drag my tongue over my parched lips and shake my head. “No.”

His eyes dance with a wild look that reminds me of the first night he walked into Death & Company. The look is full of unpredictable danger and something else… something possessive. Is that what my Sparrow wants, to possess me?

He drops the soiled tie and grabs my jaw, his fingers finding the spots that are already tender from his rough touch. The kiss he presses to my lips this time isn’t soft or sweet. It matches the savage ownership in his eyes, leaving me gasping when he pulls away again.

He keeps one hand on me as he gets to his feet and moves to stand behind me, like he wants to reassure me that he’s still here. I don’t know how he knows, but it’s exactly what I need. I arch into his touch as he rests one hand between my shoulder blades while he uses the other to free my hands from my jacket.

I flex my fingers and stretch out my shoulders, then make a move to get to my feet.

“Stay,” he commands, rooting me in place with a single word. For the first time tonight, I’m aware of the throbbing in my knees against the wood floor, but Sparrow wants me to stay, so I don’t move a muscle.

He walks into the kitchenette, and I follow him with my eyes. Even doing something as simple as retrieving a water bottle from the refrigerator, there’s an air of confidence and purpose that hangs around him and draws me to him. He uncaps the bottle as he makes his way back over to me, ignoring the way I reach for it and bringing it to my lips instead. I guzzle it down eagerly, letting the icy water soothe my throat.

He finishes off the bottle himself, tossing it lazily towards his garbage bin when it’s empty, not bothering to pick it up when it falls short and lands on the floor. He turns his attention back to me, studying me silently for a few seconds.

“Do you want to stay or go?” Sparrow asks, and my mind immediately spins with the unexpected task of making a decision right now. Maybe I should go. I’m already too attached to this near stranger. Some space might be the best thing right now, but the thought of climbing into his bed, even just for a little while, is painfully tempting. Seeming to sense my dilemma, he grins and undoes his jeans again, kicking them off as he climbs into his bed. “What are you waiting for? Be a good boy and come here.”

I scramble to my feet and start to strip out of my clothes. Unlike Sparrow, I treat each item carefully, lining my shoes up next to the couch and setting my gun and holster on the arm of the sofa. I fold my pants and my shirt as I remove each of item, leaving me in nothing but my expensive black silk briefs as I join him in his bed.

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