Page 48 of Concealed Deception

He pulls back.It’s like reality has finally caught up to him.

“My treasure likes a bit of knife play, huh?”He reaches into his trouser pocket and pulls out a switchblade.Heat flourishes my body in an instant, giving way to my arousal.

“Up until you, I never knew how much I’d enjoy any of it,” I purr.

“Well, now, I think this just became a whole lot more interesting.”He flicks the blade in and out, playing with it, testing me.

“What do you think was happening in here with that other woman?Do you think I kissed her like I do you?Does she moan every time I glide my finger through her slit, making her suffer with need?You tell me, treasure, what do you think happened in here while I was thinking of you the whole damn time I was trying to forget you?”There’s a pause.“Nothing!Nothing fucking happened because I can’t get you out of my head.The whole time she was in here, I looked at her and thought of you.I was trying to let you go, let you live a life without all of this bullshit.”His only good arm opens wide in representation of his life.

We’re at a standoff.No matter what he thinks I need, I don’t want, and however hard he tries to push me away, he can’t either.At the end of the day, we’re meant to be here together.A united front taking on the worldtogether.

“I think you’re scared to let me in.This armor you’ve built around yourself, this cage you’ve locked your heart inside, is slipping.Piece by piece, I’m getting under your skin, and you don’t know how to handle it.The fact you keep calling me ‘treasure’ proves that.Let me tell you something—it doesn’t make you weak.Thinking you don’t deserve that special someone who compliments you does not make you weak.You can spout on about that other woman wanting you all you like, but from what I’ve witnessed, you know deep down you’re lying to yourself.I’ve already told you I know you wouldn’t have slept with her because she’s not me.I came here to tell you that I’m not going anywhere.You may like power and authority, fine, I get it, you’re a powerful man.I’m not one of your allies, or your enemy, Xander.I’m purely yours.You can take me as I am, mold me into the woman you know I want to be, or own me.Whatever your decision, I’m yours.”

We stand at an impasse, staring into the depths of each other’s souls.Xander continues to flick the blade in and out, out of habit.

The tension in the room grows the longer we stand here, waiting for the other to make a move.

I came here to make Xander understand, so that’s what I’m going to do in his own language.

“We’re going around in circles.If you won’t do anything about us, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

I look around the room for the perfect space, then head over to the dining table.Standing just in front of it, facing Xander, I start to slide the first thin strap of my dress over one shoulder, then let the other fall on its own.I’m able to shimmy the dress down the length of my body, releasing my breasts, and then I stop when I get to my waist.

I look Xander in the eye as I pinch one nipple, then give the other the same treatment.I then use both hands to play with them as hungry eyes watch on.

I move my hands down my body once more, gathering my dress before sliding it over my hips, so it can fall to the floor, until I’m left standing in nothing but skin and heels.

I step back until the table edge digs into my back.To the best of my ability, my shoulder still tender, I prop myself on top of the glass surface.I’m now perched, with my legs dangling over the edge, spread open for him to see me play with myself.

My finger circles my clit, letting the pleasure build before I ease it inside.Feeling how wet he makes me, I slide it in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.I’m teasing myself, which heightens every cell in my body, while Xander watches me.

My eyes fixate on the switchblade in his hand, the blade taunting me.

Xander’s eyes follow my line of sight to the shiny blade.That’s when I know the queen has finally taken down her king.

I smile to myself, knowing I’ve cracked through another piece of his armor.Just a few more attacks before I’ve broken through completely and can free that dark heart of his.

“Ava, you’re playing with fire.You’re not ready for what I want to do to you.”He’s warning me.

“Actually, I’m playing with myself, if you haven’t noticed, and it’s so fucking good,” I purr on the tip of my tongue.

My clit is swollen with the impending orgasm, my body is on the verge of release.I sense the shudders taking hold and close my eyes to ride out the euphoria, then I’m swiftly pulled to the edge of the table, stopping my nirvana.But it doesn’t last long as Xander slides in me with one long movement and stays there.

He leans over me with his blade in one hand, the other running above my breasts, mapping out his chosen mark.

I clamp around Xander, the heat from his hand and the thought of what he’s going to do making it hard not to come on his dick this second.I wait like a good girl, holding it at bay for as long as possible.

His hips start moving back and forth in slow motion as the sharpened edge meets my skin.It doesn’t hurt, it’s fucking sensational.With every ounce of stimulation, my need for orgasm becomes more impatient.I need it more than my next breath.

“You’re fighting fire with fire, treasure.”He expertly holds my orgasm from me, frustrating me.I move, trying to catch my release, but he moves in time with me, reading my thoughts.

“Please, sir,” I beg, needing this.

This is more than us fighting the other.

It’s more than sex.

It’s us finding our way.

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