Page 110 of The Penalty

Not only did he fill me to the hilt, he also rubbed my clit without mercy. He was relentless. His fingers, his thrusts, his sharp panting.

My world narrowed and devolved into a carnal haze of rough sex, deep moans and grunts, and the delicious pain from being strung up.

I craved release but I never wanted this to stop.

Xavier’s grip on me tightened as he lifted my thighs higher. The angle let him slide in deeper.

“So fucking beautiful.” He pushed into me harder and faster. “You’re mine, Tori. Forever.”

The dark possessiveness in his voice ignited the ache in my core. It built to an excruciating level.

He stopped his frantic thrusts, staying buried inside me.

“Show me who I belong to.”

Reaching down between us, he pinched my clit.

“Xavier….I…Oh…” My screams echoed through the sultry summer air. I climaxed so hard tears streamed down my face.

His measured thrusts drew out my release while he rode through it, finally coming on a loud groan.

I collapsed, as much as I could, into a heap of liquid bones. Closing my eyes, I tried to catch my breath. Soft kisses covered my cheeks as even softer caresses wiped away my tears.

The haze of post-orgasmic sex settled over us in a thick cloud. If not for Xavier’s gentle rubbing on my wrists, I never would have realized he untied me.

“I’ll put something on these when I take you back to my flat,” he said, sounding a little concerned.

I looked at the red marks on my wrists.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No.”

Xavier cupped my face with both hands, searching me with uneasy eyes. “You would tell me if it did?”

“Of course I would. It doesn’t hurt. I promise.”

“Okay.” He reached for my clothes and helped me redress.

When we sat on the grass in the goal, the optics made me smile.

“What is it?”

“I think I just scored on you.”

His breathless laugh charmed me. So did his flushed skin, lust-drunk eyes, and wide, dimpled smile. Somehow, he looked even more gorgeous than ever.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

I reclined against him, resting a hand on his thigh. Closing my eyes, I imagined Xavier as a teenager, honing his skills on this field. I know he met Cade when they were kids, and then Bennet entered the picture a few years later.

It still floored me to know I’d vacation here every summer with my family and never once did I run into him. My heart fluttered. But Charlotte did.

After a few minutes I asked, “Did you ever go to the bonfires when you were a teenager?”

Birds chirped in the distance to fill the prolonged silence.

“I went to all of them,” he finally answered.

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