Page 45 of Wounded Angel

“I’m going to tell my family soon too. Now that I know how serious you are about me, I feel more comfortable with telling them.”

“Awesome. I heard you talking to someone the other day at the house, and I kind of am curious what was going on.” I’m not trying to be nosy, but Xava did seem to be stressed a lot more than usual. I never really gave a damn about many women before her, but the thought of Xava being stressed really bothers me.

“I’d bet that was my adoptive mother,” she states as she makes her own plate.

Rolando comes into the kitchen, and Xava makes him a plate as well, but he walks off and goes to eat by himself.

“Do the two of you have a complicated relationship?” I don’t know too much about it, but I want to learn more. I want to learn everything I can about Xava.

“We didn’t before, but after everything came to light, it got a lot more complicated. I felt like she lied to me for so long, so it made me… have an issue trusting her, I suppose.”

“What do you mean?” Did she have an issue because her adoptive mother hid her true identity, or is it something else entirely?

Xava takes a bite of her food and ponders her thoughts. “It’s hard to explain to outsiders because you’ve known who your family is your entire life. There hasn’t ever been an ounce of uncertainty or even a split second where you’ve felt like you weren’t a Galanis, right?”

“You’d be correct.”

“That’s what makes it so difficult for me. I always felt a little off. It’s probably because I was adopted, but it meant something completely different when the truth was finally revealed to me. I felt like I was living a lie. Not to mention, it hurt that she knew everything the entire time. I asked her so many questions over the years, and she chose not to say anything to me. She chose not to be honest and to instead continue lying. That hurt me deeply, deeper than she could ever know.”

“That makes sense. Are you working on your relationship with your adoptive mother?” I’m not trying to pry, but I am curious.

“Yes and no. It’s hard. Complicated. She feels like she didn’t do anything wrong, and that messes with my head. She was paid for taking care of me, Ambros. I was literally a job to her.”

Ah, and now I see why things are so complicated. Xava isn’t sure if her adoptive mother gave an actual fuck about her or if she was only a paycheck. God, I can’t imagine being put in that position. I’m sure it makes her doubt a lot. “The only way you’ll know for sure is if you communicate with her. I don’t think you’ll find out quickly. It’s going to end up being something that takes a lot of time, but if she proves herself to you and is persistent, then it means that she actually does give a damn. You know?”

Xava nods and takes another couple of bites of food. “I just wish things weren’t so complicated.”

“Life is complicated. Look at the situation we’re in now.” I chuckle as I finish a bite of my eggs, and Xava laughs. She tosses her head back lightheartedly and makes me feel like she actually found it funny. Things have been so stressful as of late, and all I want for her is to relax a little bit and have a good time.

“What about your family? I’m talking about mine, but I haven’t really heard much about yours.”

“Mmm, well, mine is complicated in our own right. You know my father is old fashioned, and my mother falls in line behind him. Whatever he wants to do, she automatically supports him even if it doesn’t make any sense. Neither of them wants to make modern changes to the business or other matters. If they don’t adapt, it’s going to cripple us. I’m hoping I take over before that starts to happen.” I’m sure Xava can read between the lines.

“They’re really pressuring you to be with someone Greek, huh?” She raises both her brows, and there’s a somberness in her eyes.

“Yeah, they haven’t adjusted their views, and I doubt they ever will.”

Xava takes a moment to process that information, then licks her lips slowly. She gnaws on her bottom lip for a moment before she speaks up. “What does that mean for us? What’s going to happen to us… if they never support the two of us being together?”

“I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care. They won’t take my birthright or my job from me. They’re too family oriented. I think they’re going to be forced to accept us at some point or another.”

I hope she realizes I’m willing to do whatever we need to do as long as we’re happy together. I don’t care if I piss my family off. I’m my own man, and no one is about to tell me how to live my fucking life.

“I hope they do. I don’t want them holding me against you, Ambros.”

I place my fork down and head right over to her, capturing her cheek in the palm of my hand. “There is no way I’d ever let them try. If you think I would ever regret being with you out of fear of losing my birthright, I won’t. I would gladly make the sacrifice if I’m forced to. I … I haven’t been this happy in years, Xava. You’ve done that. You’ve made me love life again. Before, I was simply surviving, and with you by my side, I am living.”

Xava stands up, and I wrap my arms around her. She leans in and presses her lips against mine, kissing me deeply. We stay here for minutes, locked in each other’s arms, showing one another just how much we care.

After a few more minutes of passionate kissing, I no longer care about breakfast and only want to take her back into the bedroom, so I scoop her up into my arms and carry her there. I walk through the small entryway and shut the door behind us, sure to lock it so we’re not disturbed. We’ve gotten away with not locking the door a few times now, but I know it’s bound to happen at some point.

We’re a good bit away from anyone else, and all I want to do is show Xava a different side of me. A side where she can experience some kinkiness yet still be in a safe environment.

I start by peeling every shred of clothing she has off her body and then strip myself until I’m not wearing a thing. I am a bit forceful with my hands as I back her up against the window. She sucks in a sharp breath as the chill of the glass touches her skin, and I drop down onto my knees.

I place a hand between her thighs and force her legs open. Her stomach rises and falls in anticipation as I dive straight for her center. I spread her wet lips with my fingers and stick my tongue out, making sure it’s as wide as possible while I lap her up and down. I insert two fingers inside of her and pump in and out slowly. I try to stick with a rhythm as I do so, and Xava leans back against the window even more, tensing up at certain points.

“Mmm, just like that.” She encourages me to go on, and I continue what I’m doing, but there’s something I’ve been itching to do. It’s something I’m not sure she’s tried before, and I’m eager to see if it’s something she’d enjoy. What better time than the present?

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