Page 89 of Run From Me

“I’m sorry.” Those were the only words I could think of.

He shifted and reached forward, his hand cupping my cheek.

“I never wanted to be attached to anyone. I never wanted to be weak, and you, Cali, are a weakness. But the pain of you being gone? The idea of never seeing you? It burns a hole in my chest and sucks the air from my lungs. I would burn the world to keep you safe, even though I could never save my mom.”

Getting up, the blankets catching as I moved to get closer, I reached for him.

“I never doubted for a minute that you could protect me. The feeling’s mutual. I would do anything to protect you. I’d even cover up your murders.”

That got him smiling.

“I will keep you in a job then, won’t I?”

I leaned into him and kissed him softly. I kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then his lips fully.

“Xander? With all this talk about you killing for me? I need you to fuck me, because, baby, I’ve never wanted you more.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

xander

“Cali?I have avoided addiction all my life, and yet with you? Throw me into rehab and call me an addict.”

We lay there while I caught my breath and until she could form a single sentence.

“I love how tight you are. How it feels when your pussy clamps down around my cock and pulls me in deeper. I love filling you.”

With a slow pace, I thrust my hips, pushing my still-buried cock further into her sweet cunt.

“I can’t promise anyone is going to die today, but I do know you and Rylee need new dresses for the gallery. Masks as well. However, if you prefer, I can fuck you until you’re so sore you won’t be able to walk enough to leave my apartment.”

Her fist pounded into my pec.

“Don’t you dare. I’ve never been to an art show, let alone one where I know the artist.”

I hadn’t been kidding when I said I was addicted. Laying here, still buried inside her, every shift or movement felt like a stroke to my greedy cock.

I slowly shifted my hips to pull out just enough.

“Xander, are you hard again?”

I tilted her chin to look at me as I claimed her lips and owned her mouth. Then I thrust back inside her. She squeaked against my lips before I pulled away and saw her wide green eyes.

“What do you think, Sparky?”

I gripped her thigh and pulled it over my hip, keeping her from getting away from me as I slid back out, leaving the tip right at her entrance, keeping her stretched for me.

“Eyes on mine, Cali.”

She did as I told her, and as I pushed back inside her, the lubricant of my come making it far too easy to bury myself balls deep in one thrust, I was able to watch her pupils dilate in pleasure.

“You are such a good girl.”

She whimpered as I slid out again, and this time I paused for a second and felt as her body tensed more with every second. Her body was tight around my crown and she grew tighter with each hard and quick thrust. My own groan of pleasure was impossible to hold back. Yeah, I was addicted.

I shifted her under me, giving me full access to her body.

“Xander, please. I don’t know if I can take you again.”

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