Page 49 of Burning Your Lies

My legs shake as I let out a cry. “Hux! Stop teasing me.”

“I need lube.” He withdraws, only to insert two fingers inside me. When he thrust them in and out, he is rewarded with the lube he’s looking for. Filling me to the hilt again, his fingers go back to my ass as he tries to claim the unmarked territory. “It’s not going in.”

I repeat a mantra ofpleaseuntil my voice cracks. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Both his hands grab a handful of my ass. “Give me what I’m owed. What Iwant.”

“What?”

His body pins me to the counter. His teeth come down on my shoulder. “Think! What did you promise me?”

My brain is struggling to remember my name. All it can think about is the throbbing in my core. And then it hits me. “I’m sorry.”

He groans. “What for?”

My palms rest flat against the wall as I take the brunt of his thrusts. “For being late.”

“And?”

“For missing dinner.”

“And?”

“For breaking my promise. I’m sorry.”

He slams into me and stills. “What else, Savannah?”

My eyes land on my ring and I let out a crying moan. “For not coming home. I’m sorry I never came home. I’m sorry.”

His lips kiss over the markings of his teeth. “Good girl,” he praises. “You may come over my cock now.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My knees almost buckle over, but Huxley keeps me in place as he continues to thrust into me. My mouth opens, but no noise comes out of me. Every muscle and joint in my body locks as the most intense orgasm washes over me. His hands are around my neck as he fucks me through my orgasm.

“You fucking squirted all over my expensive suit,” he groans. “That’s my girl. Keep coming.”

The wave doesn’t stop. I’m moaning so loud, I’m afraid of waking the entire street. Huxley grunts into my ear as he praises me for making him feel so good. He stills inside me as his cum floods me.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.”

23

Xavier

I read the wordsagain and again, letting them fuel the rage that has had me in a chokehold since I woke in the morning to the headline. I throw the newspaper across my desk in frustration. This has Savannah written all over it. The doors to the lift ping and she enters the floor. Her eyes are hard as she heads towards my office.

The door flies open, and she storms up to me before tossing the morning paper at me. “This was you, right? You think by doing this it will come between me and Hux?”

How foolish does she think I am? I see through her poker face.

I stand up and snarl at her. “Don’t fucking play with me, Savannah. This was you.” I hold the paper up and read it word-for-word. “An exclusive source, close to the elusive CEO Xavier Rivers of XR Securities, reveals that the billionaire is in a court battle with his surrogate, Savannah Ray-Hayes. This news confirms suspicions after the couple were seen in a heated argument outside the courts last month. The security tycoon has almost remained invisible to the public, but this source confirms that Xavier Rivers engaged in a relationship withSavannah Ray-Hayes during the pregnancy, which continued until months after the baby was born. The source made no comment on the name or gender of the baby, but only that they have contact with Mrs Ray-Hayes. This exclusive information raises two questions: when did the affair begin, and is she solely a surrogate, or was that a story concocted to cover that an illegitimate baby was conceived amid a messy affair?” I throw it to the ground.

Savannah steps forward as if she’s going to lunge for me. “You thinkIwant the world to know about our fucking affair? I could barely even tell Hux the truth! Why onearthwould I want everyone to know I was the fucking mistress that wrecked the perfect marriage you put on show? This wasyou. Is this because I wouldn’t fuck you again?”

I have done everything in my power to keep people out of my personal business. I did everything necessary to maintain the image of a man who had order and control over all elements of my life. This article pulls at the strings I’ve tightly held onto. Studying the anger on her face and the way her chest is rising and falling, my earlier doubts fade.

“If it wasn’t you, it begs the question ofwho.”

She cocks her brow. “You’re denying it was you?”

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