Page 66 of The Heir

It's oppressive, suffocating. And I realize that I'm picking up on Xavier's energy as well as my own. I can't help but whimper as a feeling of dread suddenly drapes over me because I fucked up.

Badly.

A few minutes later King walks in the room, his eyes narrow before pinning us both with a sharp stare.

The room goes eerily quiet, the silence punctuated by my erratic breathing that sounds like a roaring in my ears.

His eyes lower from mine in a painfully slow descent down my body as I struggle to keep my breasts from heaving. Curious as to why he's being so dramatic about a restraint, I bristle, anger mixing in with heightened anxiety to give me a new feeling I don't have a name for.

I'm sorely tempted to see what he sees, because the way he's taking his sweet time is making me feel like I'm a circus freak attraction or something.

I could easily turn my head to see our reflections in the dresser mirror, however I'm scared to look; because with no bra, I can only imagine how I appear with Xavier's arm wrapped tightly around me. His forearm is nestled between my breasts, and his hand is tight against my mouth and chin. He has my right arm twisted behind my back and as I flex my toes I blink, suddenly realizing for the first time that my feet aren't touching the floor.

He's holding me suspended almost a foot off the ground. It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable for sure.

"Put her down," King says quietly, a bit too calmly consideringI just tried to alert his company that I'm being held hostage. But his attention isn't on me; ironically, it's onXavier.

I'm lowered slowly, and as my feet touch the rug I keep my eyes trained hard on King who is studiously ignoring me. The second Xavier's grip falls from my arm, I hastily back up all the way until my sore ass hits the nightstand. The silence swells, amplifying to a ringing in my ear that's so intense I can't delude myself into thinking I'm getting out of this without consequences.

I have no clue what the fuck is going on, but I don't want to be in the middle of it.

King's blue eyes turn to ice as he drags his gaze slowly down Xavier's body, and it's so thorough that I peek over and look too. My lips tighten, seeing Xavier's nose is bleeding, a button at the top of his shirt is undone, his shirt is untucked on the left side and he looks wrinkled and rumpled. But then I see it.

And it makes my heart draw to a painful and sudden stop.

Ohhhh mother of God. Oh my fucking Jesus.

There's a smear of my arousal from earlier on his pants to the left of his zipper. My eyes shut and my fingers fly to my lips as I say a quick, silent prayer for mercy.

I want to scream for help for a different reason now.

My eyes open to flicker towards the doorway to see if I might even have half a chance of running. But my eyes can't even make it past King, who's standing deathly still with his eyes nailed to the stain on Xavier's pants. I feel a tremor starting deep down in my bones when his face flushes and his brow twitches, a muscle clenches in his jaw and his eyes slide slowly to mine. My lips tremble.

This is worse than bad.

Matter of fact, Iwould like to faint dead away in the floor at the raw, oppressive energy that emits from King.

Xavier opens his mouth to speak, and I take a step forward, intending to jump to his defense and explain to King what happened but he just holds a hand up, effectively quieting my reasoning. My eyes go wide at the action, but a movement distracts me and I blink stupidly, glancing over and seeing Marianne enter the doorway looking nervous.

My eyes flit to the side seeing Gustavo has his lips tight, and his arms folded stoically.

King's entire demeanor screams danger as he takes one single step to Xavier and pins him with a stare I hope I never ever,eversee again. I close my eyes like a child would, as if that's going to magically make it all go away.

"I'm sorry-"I whisper, but King's deep voice overpowers mine easily. Eating up my words as if I never spoke them.

"Did you put your body on top of my wife?" King says in a tone that immediately has my blood freezing.

Ohhhh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.I take a shuddering breath and place a shaky hand to my stomach and press. I think I'm going to throw up.

I shiver, shaking my head no, willing to take whatever punishment might be in my future for lying, but King's sole attention is on Xavier right now, not me.

Xavier nods once and then all hell breaks loose.

King's face contorts as he sinks his fist hard into Xavier's stomach on a grunt. Xavier doubles but then jerks back up as King delivers a nasty sounding uppercut to his jaw. I scream, putting my hands to my mouth and step around the nightstand. Stumbling back a few steps as this man, who has always been so calm and respectful to his staff,and even me up until he abducted me, pummels Xavier in the middle of the bedroom.

I stand here, knees knocking together as King shows me that for the rest of forever I had better be careful with my behavior around other men.

Hit after hit rings out throughout the room and it's only when Xavier falls to his knee, holding a hand to his rib and groaning with blood dripping out of his mouth, do I snap out of it.

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