Chapter 61: 16

Vanessa 

We stayed glued to the spot, I hold Amelia closer to me. My heart thumps loudly against my chest, as the dark figure walked into the house. I couldn't make out the face of the person, but they were larger as they covered up the door. Was this the day I die? In this pathetic, sad house? With my baby watching? Would the person at least spear her? 

I closed my eyes, using all my strength to not breakdown. The heavy footsteps were getting closer. 

"Vanessa!" My eyes flew opened when I heard the bastards voice

"You son of bitch!" I yell, pissed he scared me. Marching forward only to stiffen on my second step when I saw the gun in his hands. 

"Put that away!" I shield Amelia, glaring at the gun Xavier was pointing directly at us. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" I questioned. He just hanged up a few minutes ago, it would have taken him thirty minutes to drive here. 

"We need to go," Xavier says looking unsettled as he tucked the gun into his suit blazer. 

"I'm not going anywhere with you, I hate you remember and why the hell do you have a gun," I ask confused 

"For protection, now get your ass in the car." He says standing in front of me. 

"Are you deaf?" I questioned him 

"We want nothing to do with you, now leave," I say, feeling powerful and determined to get him out. 

"I mean it, Vanessa," Xavier says, as soon as he was a few inches away from my face.

"Why," I ask. I feel strangely creeped out now. 

"Because I said so." He snaps, taking hold of my arm. 

"Let go of me you caveman!" I exclaimed. "You hurting me and your daughter!" 

"I'm trying to save you from getting hurt!" Xavier ignores my scream and continues dragging me out of my house. 

"From what?" Feeling strange about his behaviour, does this have something to do with the noise I heard in my basement. 

"Vanessa for once in your pathetic life just do as I say." He growls

I cringe at what he said "it's not pathetic," I say because I want that to be true. I squeeze Amelia closer to me focusing on her, on her breathing. I need to be cool, I need to be calm for her. 

"Shit," he muttered seeing his words hurt me deeply. 

"I'm so...."

"Save it," I cut him off. He meant it. 

"If you want me to go anywhere with you, you need to tell me what the hell is going on." I exhale, staring into his eyes. 

"Fine." He runs his hand through his hair. 

"I got a call from my private investigator a few weeks ago..." he pauses looking deeply at me. 

"Josh was spotted in town, he knows you're back. We suspect he might come here looking for me." My bones went weak and my knees gave out when I heard his name. Xavier responded in time and got by the waist using his other hands to take hold of Amelia. His hands slide against my waist in an effort to steady me. I back away, but not before I could process the feel of him. I squeeze my hands into a fist so tight my fingernails cut into my palm. I focus on the pain, that psychopath was still out there. He still wanted to kill me. Images of my younger self fill my head, how weak I was. That night he came for me, how terrified I was of him. I felt a sensation of power crash over me and I revealed in it. Blinking, I see Xavier holding our daughter, his mouth moving as he shakes me. 

"Vanessa, are you okay?" He's looking straight at me, his eyes filled with worry. 

"I'm fine," I am a long way from fine, but right now I need to get my baby out of here incase that sick fuck was out here somewhere. 

"Come on, get in the car." Xavier leads me to his black Rolls-Royce. 

My skin prickles from the cold wind, as I get into the car. He hands me, Amelia, his hands ligers on my arm for a while before shutting the door. I watch him walk to the driver door, still wondering how he got here so fast. 

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Staring down at the city below me, watching the lights twinkle from a distance. I held the hot cup of cocoa to my lips, tightening the robe against my body. I was still warm from the bath I had, my mind wandering off again. A few months ago I was in New Zealand, leaving all this behind me. But now, here I was again years later reliving the same problem. Josh wanted me dead, I wasn't safe, I need Xavier to protect me. When will my life be normal? Was this how my daughter will be raised? Hiding, never been able to walk out on her own? 

"Hey," I jump when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"She's asleep," Xavier joins me by the glass wall in his guest bedroom. 

"Thank you for doing this," I say, still glazing out. 

"I will always keep you and Amelia safe, no need to thank me." My heart almost flutters, but I reminded myself he was still an enemy. 

"I can't do this again Xavier," I break down allowing the tears to fall. 

"Hey, come here." He pulls me against his hard chest, letting me sob into it. 

"I will keep you both safe from that fucker," he promised, pressing his lips to my head. Peeking up at him, he was staring down at me with an intense look in his eyes. 

"You will?" I ask, not believing him. 

"Yes, I will." He moved his hand into my hair as he pulled me in for a kiss. He cradled my head against his palm then kissed me softly on the lips. This was purposeful, soft, and so slow that it made my legs shake. My thighs tightened, and I breathed into his mouth as my hand gripped his arm. He was a solid rock under my fingertips, pure muscle stretching denim. My mouth naturally matched his, moving past his and receiving his tongue. I sucked his bottom lip before I gave him mine. 

"What are we doing?" I breathe, but he ignores me and carries on. 

His hand gripped the hair tie that kept my hair in place then he yanked out the remaining pins hidden in my brown hair. His mouth continued to move with mine. He gripped my ass then scooped me up before he carries me to the bed. My arms circled his neck, and I continued to kiss him, feeling my arousal seep into my panties. It'd been over a year since I had sex, I needed something to take anyway my pain tonight. 

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He pulls the rope on the robe making it drop to the floor, I stood there naked refusing to look at his face. He lowered me onto the bed and kissed me for a few more seconds before he rose to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, slowly revealing his tone chest. The tattoo I've only had a peek of is nowhere to be seen when the two sides of his shirt hang open. 

Biting down on my bottom lip, I hold my breath and bend one leg, bringing the sole of my foot up and pushing it into the covers, squeezing my thighs together. Liquid fire surges into my core, my nipples pebbling. His eyes drift slowly from my breasts to my thighs. 

His trousers hang low, a sliver of the waistband of his boxer shorts peeking out. My eyes fall on to his hip, where more ink spans the narrow area. I watch him in fascination, every move he makes and every ripple of his chest as he bends. When he moves down to my legs, I have to lift my head from the pillow a little. He takes my ankles and pulls my legs apart, and I gasp, feeling need dripping between my thighs. His eyes are glued there, his breathing noticeably changing.

Oh, God. I throw my head back on the pillow. "Xavier" I whisper, feeling him pull my leg. He ignores my desperate plea and carries on. In my darkness,

I jerk on the bed, his touch is like molten lava, the effect reaching my clit and burning. I snap my eyes open, finding him dragging his palm up my leg to my thigh. He stops just south of my entrance, staring at me. I pulse, drinking in the air, my eyes wide and wanting. 

"Let me help you remember," he rumbles, edging closer and closer to my core. 

"This perfect wet pussy." He slips his finger through the moisture, and I yell, yanking at his hair. 

"It's mine." A thick finger pushes forward and sinks into me. Muscles I never knew I had squeeze tightly, and my head thrashes from side to side, hungry and panicked. But I save my breath. I don't beg, because I know it will get me nowhere. I need to calm down. I need to stop bucking on the bed. That will get me nowhere, too, but he's teasing me, working me up. Pleasure and pain. The pain is the waiting part.

His finger, just one finger, fucks me beautifully, a big palm falling to my breast and squeezing gently. 

"Open your eyes, Nessie," he orders, releasing my boob and grabbing my jaw. My eyelids lift, immediately finding his face suspended over mine, lips parted. 

"I'm going to feast on your nipples, bite and lick, and you're going to keep still." 

I shake my head, knowing he's demanding the impossible.

"Yes," he counters. "And if you're a good girl, if you keep quiet and still, I'll sink my cock into you and give you what you need."

"I can't take this, we can't do this," I mumble, feeling emotional.

"Yes, you can." He pulls his finger free and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist, but not resting all of his weight on me. I'd never take it. 

His hands placed on the insides of my arms serve as extra restraints, pinning me in place and forcing me into the mattress. Heat spreads across my right breast, delicious and warm, the pleasure brief before his mouth latches on and sucks hard. 

With him on top of me, it's impossible to move, but I try my very hardest, bucking and gritting my teeth. Pain rips through me as he bites down, but I suck back my scream, slamming my eyes closed and praying for mercy. Milk started flowing out, but he doesn't stop, The pressure of his bite is harsh, to the point my nerves go numb.

Swirling his tongue around my suffering nipple, he licks it back to life. "You taste so good." Another thrust of his groin and a quick, teasing dip of his cock into my wetness reminds me of what I'm begging for.

"Still hate you," I gasp, hating the satisfaction he's getting from my begging. He smirks, victorious.

"You want me?" He smirks 

I nod, so sure, and he glides forward measuredly with a loud curse, throwing his head back. I cry out in pain, and he freezes, fully submerged, panting. The need to close my legs overwhelms me, my ankles kicking against the restraints as I yell at the ceiling. I groan, overcome with the pressure of his size filling me.

"Fuck . . . me," Xavier rasps, slowly drawing out. He drives forward again, yelling his pleasure. "Jesus, woman, you feel so good." He grinds deep into my womb.

I start to sweat, willing my body to accept him.

"Give yourself to me again," he says gently, pumping forward again, his drives steadily gaining pace. 

"Never." 

He drops to his elbows and lays a palm across my throat to stop me from moving my head. More restriction. My pain steadily works into discomfort, and then the discomfort into pleasure. It surprises me, and I'm suddenly alive with more want and more need. It no longer hurts. 

I let out a little moan of pleasure, and I get pushed up the bed on his next plunge, pulling my legs straight.

He freezes, and I know he's going to let loose completely once he's found his breath. "I can't hold back any more. You ready?" 

"Yes," He needs this, just like I needed the gentle break-in.

After only a couple of seconds and a long inhale, he locks eyes with me, and I fear the worst. His fingers flex over my throat, his other hand coming up to my hair and fisting it. His lips straighten. His eyes go dark. His jaw was pulsed. And he lets rip.

My screams are long and constant as he smashes into me over and again, deranged and chaotic. My eyes slam shut, my head was thrown back as I accept his power. It's like he releasing years of frustration, years of pent-up aggression and anger. 

Our bodies begin to slide on each hard hit, sweat drenching us, his palm slipping over my throat. 

"I fucking hate you, Vanessa," he growls, never letting up, going at me like a wild animal, fast and furiously, totally mercilessly.

I pull at his hair, shocked when the pressure of his cock filling me drops into my groin and starts to swirl deliciously, my pleasure taking on new heights. I find his eyes and find a knowingness.

"Here it is," he pants, keeping up his brutal momentum, slapping into me as he slides his palm to my cheek and strokes more tenderly. 

"You hate me, yes?" 

"Yes." Oh good Lord, I'm coasting fast towards an orgasm that's going to knock me unconscious. Seizing each twinge of pleasure and holding on to it, I tense everywhere. I touch him. Stroke and caress him. He grips my hair, keeping his eyes on mine, and surprises me with a deep rotation of his hips. His chin drops to his chest. 

'"Come on, Nessie." he encourages me. "I'm not going without you."

Urgency springs into my aching muscles. I concentrate as the pressure builds and builds, holding me in a permanent state of anticipation. It's coming. It's coming. It's . . .

"Fuck!" My body jacks off the bed, my neck cricking when I snap my head back, my eyes closing tightly as bolts of pleasure attack me. I'm surrounded by a white noise that dulls the sounds of Xavier barks of ecstasy, and the feel of him thickening inside of me turns my shouts of pleasure into long, drawn-out moans. 

Then I hear the faint sound of a groan as his cock starts to pulse, long and slow, warmth filling me deeply.

I go lax, exhausted, and he collapses on to me, his weight spread carefully all over my pulsating body.

An exquisite sense of calm ripples through me.. And my climax carries me into unconsciousness.

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