Page 58 of Run From Me

I took her over and over, trying to extend her orgasm for as long as I could, but she was too much. Too beautiful. Too twisted. Too everything.

I gasped as the words bounced around in my head, and then I came so hard I wasn’t sure who was ruined here.

She whimpered under me and it felt like a betrayal to my demons. Why did that little sound make me want to take her all over again?

I stilled over her as my cock emptied inside her. Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I, uh. I need to get to the ring.”

Her eyes darted around my face, and the idea that she was seeing straight through this mask of a man, straight to a weakness I didn’t think existed, felt like too much.

“Yeah. Okay. Can I come too?”

I couldn’t find the words, I just shook my head no. I couldn’t even bring myself to kiss her again. It just seemed all too real. All too much.

All too normal.

I didn’t get normal.

I didn’t get happy.

I got blood, guts, and vengeance.

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The bed shookand shifted as he got off me so quick, I wasn’t sure that O hadn’t just clawed Xander’s ass.

“Xander? Can I come?”

He hadn’t said anything. He’d shaken his head. Okay. But I wanted words. Answers. What had just happened?

I scrambled to my knees, ignoring how my legs still shook trying to get close to the edge and reach his arm. He paused when my hand gripped his forearm, but he never looked my way.

“Xander?”

Still quiet.

“So you go all stupid-ass feral caveman on me and then silent treatment? I know I wasn’t a disappointment, because, well, you came back, you giant asshole. So what is it?”

Not that I wasn’t enjoying his naked backside, but I was really tired of him ignoring me. I looked around the room like something would come to mind. Like I’d figure out how to get him to talk.

Instead I just looked at all that ink. And beyond it the puckered skin of scars. And none of them new.

Instead of asking why or how, I played the stupid helpless female card.

“How are you going to make sure I’m safe if I’m here all by myself?”

I was fine. Probably. The security system had given me two nights of sleep, except my sleep had been filled with Xander. Sweat had soaked my bed a few too many times as I’d imagined this exact moment. Or, well, close. This was so much better.

It had all been better until it wasn’t.

So I did what I always did. I let him go.

“You know what? I’ll figure out my own invite. Go do you. But when you need someone to nurse your ego when you lose?—”

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