Page 96 of Burning Your Lies

Her legs tighten. “Oh, fuck.” A loud, long moan fills the room. “It feels so good, it hurts.” Her teeth clamp onto my shoulder as her body shakes. “Hux.”

Pressing her against me, I suck the skin on her neck. “Come for me, sweetheart.” I can barely see straight as her walls tighten around me. “That’s my girl. Come on, baby.”

Her body jerks. She’s trying to push me away, but I selfishly hold her in place, desperate to feel her spasm around me. “Pull out. I can’t take it.”

I lick the tear of pure pleasure that streaks down her cheeks. “I’m almost there.”

“Hux.” The desperate plea brings me closer. “I can’t.”

My fingers reach to where our bodies are joined, and I rub her clit.

Instantly, her stomach arches. “Stop.” Her words are the opposite of what her body wants because she’s grinding against me. “I’m going to come again.”

I smile against her neck. “So soon?” I kiss her neck. “Always so greedy.” I kiss her jaw. “So needy.” I kiss her lips. “And all mine.” Picking up my pace, I fuck her harder. “So fucking perfect.”

The moment her mouth drops open and nothing comes out, I fill her. The wave of pleasure starts in my toes until every muscle in my body locks and I grunt as she steals every drop out of me.

Neither of us moves. We stay immobile like that; joint and satisfied. Our clammy skin sticks together, but we don’t care. She fiddles with my hair and I run my fingers up and down her spine.

And for the first time in weeks I feel like I can breathe again. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “We need to give Mia’s family closure. They deserve to mourn her.”

Savannah lifts her head and looks at me. “How are we going to do that?”

The plan is already forming in my head. “I’ll handle it.”

She shakes her head. “Hux, I don’t want you to do that. You said you want out. And I’m glad we’re working on us, but that doesn’t mean you have to be involved again.”

I kiss her hard, hoping she understands how much I love her. “Let me be the judge and executioner one more time. And once we’re done, I will put down my gavel and you will put down your sword. We’ll simply be two people in love. We will settle down where nobody knows us. We will get married. We will have beautiful children. And we will live until death do us part.I promise.”

43

Xavier

My leg twitches withirritation. I stare at the mirror I know they are stood behind, watching me like a caged animal. They can leave me in here for as long as they want; I won’t crack like they want me to. If they think I’m going to crack under pressure,they’ve got the wrong guy. I sigh and check my watch for the hundredth time.

Twenty minutes later, two officers grace me with their presence. “My name is officer Dale,” the woman introduces herself. “And this is officer Stone. Sorry for the long wait, Mr Rivers. Is there anything we can get you?”

Putting on my best relaxed demeanour, I lean against the chair’s backrest. “How about a reason why I was called into the station and then kept waiting for almost an hour? I have a business that won’t run itself.”

They both take the seats opposite me in unison. It’s officer Dale that speaks. “It’s Christmas season. Your business is still open?”

“I run a security business. Criminal don’t take a day off, therefore neither do I.” I give them my best charming smile. “Imissed breakfast with my daughter to get myself down here.”Good. Paint the image of a loving father.

“We have some questions about your whereabouts yesterday evening. Where were you yesterday from the hours between eight and ten pm?”

And just like that, I know exactly why I am here. I spent yesterday evening with Henry to pay him to keep quiet. He wasn’t surprised by my presence. He spent the thirty minutes asking me about my mother. It was altogether a useless conversation. Except he gave me the name of the journalist that told a false story about a spread they were doing on me. This mystery person alleged I did a tell-all interview where I shared details about my relationship with my mother after she left us for Henry.

This has Savannah written all over it.

They must have proof that I visited Henry, so there is no point lying about it. “I was in Plymouth, visiting an old acquaintance.”

“What time was that?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Around eight-thirty. Is it a crime to pay a visit to someone?”

“And who did you visit while you were there?”

“Henry Pruitt.”

---