Page 116 of Iris
Xavier pulls out his, eyes on my breasts for a long moment before he sighs and focuses on the tiny tablet, ridiculously small in his hand. But his fingers fly over the screen.
Xavier
Good evening, cupcake, how do you really feel?
“Fine.”
Xavier
Mr. Scarsby would like to extend any formal apologies if a lady of your standing was harmed in any way.
Is he being funny?
Xavier
Your thighs are a little bruised, and for that, I apologize. The heathen Mr. Black probably does not.
I think he’s being funny, and it makes my heart squeeze. I press my thighs together. The muscles are sore but… Shit. Something blooms hard in me as I push them together, like a light or…I don’t know how to describe it.
I look down and my heart starts to beat like a bird’s wings as it works to gain height to soar.
Two sets of teeth marks on each inner thigh. Perfect, beautiful, almost…glowing.
The glowing part is just the light on my juices as they slick my thighs, because the man is a complete turn on. And now I know what he can do.
I suck in a sharp breath as he turns his head.
Xavier pulls down the neck of his black tee. A smaller set of teeth prints on him.
I know what it all means. We’ve marked each other. Like mates. But are we mates?
I’m filled with a sense of right, of belonging, but some people mate and mark and then abandon. It’s harder, but it’s done. I’ve seen those sad angst-filled romances. I’m pretty sure Stephan starred in some as the one who picks up the pieces and wins and re-bites the girl.
But for now…
I’m theirs.
Are they then mine?
He seems to pick up that part.
My screen lights up.
Xavier
Mr. Black has the same, on his side. Left if you’d like to know, on the ribs. You’re a violent thing. I can let it slide but I’m sure he’ll punish.
“Punish?”
Xavier
Something tells me you’ll like it.
He pauses then writes some more.
Xavier
And I like to watch. Both Mr. Scarsby and Mr. Black are depraved.
