Page 5 of The Vicious Defender

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"It's time you give yourself to me," he replies. "Or I'll have to torture those orgasms out of you."

I swallow hard. "I can't."

"You can," he breathes. "If you don't want to, I won't do a thing. But I think we need this."

"Please, Xavier."

"Please, what?" he growls, pulling away. "Please, don't do it, or please, help me?"

I hesitate. "I can't."

"You can, Tallulah. I won't push you if you don't want to," he says. "But you have to tell me."

"Do it," I reply. "Take it from me."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I whisper. "Make it go away. Please."

Xavier nods, and helps me up. I look at the massive four-poster bed, the sheets turned down.

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

"Trust me," he says, taking my hand. "Trust me, and I will make it all better."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

I take a deep breath and nod. "Okay."

He leads me to the bed and pulls me down. We kiss, tongues intertwined, bodies pressed together, and I moan softly.

"Let me get you out of these clothes," he whispers, pushing the dress off my shoulders.

"Xavier..."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry," I blurt out.

He frowns. "What are you apologizing for, angel?"

"I don't know."

"Tell me."

"I... I don't know."

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

I hesitate.

"Out with it, angel," he commands. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"I've been so bad," I say quietly.

"How so?"

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