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Sarah blinks before she laughs “What are you talking about?”

“Every time he’s always defending you never taking my side!”

Sarah raises an eyebrow “And that’s my problem because?”

“It’s all your fault that we’re fighting!”

Chris pulls Sarah behind him “Ok time for you to leave”

“No! Not until she fixes this”

Sarah rolls her eyes “Whatever is happening between you and Josh that’s between you and him”

“But it’s like he loves you better than me! It’s not fair!”

“Would you stop yelling before you wake up my daughter!”

“And my son” Chris points at the door “Get out of here you crazy bitch”

“How dare you?!”

Sarah pulls out her phone and dials

“Who are you calling?!”

Josh answers “Sarah?”

Tiffany’s eyes widen as she hears Josh’s voice

“Why is your fiancé at my house?”

There’s a pause “What?”

“You’re on speaker”

“Tiff why are you over there?!”

“I was just”

Chris grabs the phone “Hey come and get your deranged fiancé cause I’m 2 seconds from calling the police!”

Tiffany’s face drains of color “No! Don’t call the cops!”

Sarah points at the door “Then get out you psychotic bitch!”

“Mommy?”

Sarah looks to the steps and sees Emma and Jack standing at the top

Jack rubs his eyes “What’s going on dad? We heard yelling”

Sarah quickly rushes to them “Don’t worry about it just go back to your room”

Emma sees Tiffany “Why is she here?”

The door bursts open and Josh walks in grabbing Tiffany’s arm “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing!”

Chris steps up to them angrily lowering his voice “Get your bitch and get out”

Josh notices Emma at the stairs then turns to Tiffany “You trying to scare my daughter what’s wrong with you?!”

Tiffany cries “I’m sorry!”

Josh pulls her arm “Let’s go now!” He drags her out the door

Chris slams the door closed and rushes to Jack “You alright?”

“Yeah but who was that?”

Chris shakes his head “Nobody don’t worry about it let’s get you back to bed”

Sarah and Chris brings them to the room and after making sure they’re ok they close the door and walk downstairs.

Sarad huffs as she sits on the couch “That bitch had to ruin our evening there’s something seriously wrong with her!”

Chris sighs “Yeah there is” He pulls her into his arms “Don’t worry about her she’s obviously got some mental health issues let’s focus on us”

Sarah smiles as she settles into his arms

****

Sarah is with Chris at the soccer field while the team does some exercise. Jack runs over to Chris who hands him a bottle of water “Thanks dad where’s Emma?”

Sarah smiles “She’s on her way” A car pulls up in the parking lot “Oh there she is now” Sarah makes her way over to the car and opens the door. Emma hops out “Mommy!”

“Hi baby come on you ready”

“Yeah! Bye daddy!”

“Bye see you next week” Sarah closes the door and waves to Josh as he drives away

Chris watches this Huh this is a big change since the last time still don’t trust him

“Chris?” Chris snaps out of his thoughts as he sees Sarah looking at him curiously “You ok?”

Chris smiles as he kisses her cheek “I’m fine babe”

Sarah smiles “Good I don’t want you to miss anything”

Jack grins as he sees Emma waving excitedly from a team huddle as Emma waves back holding her sign

Sarah giggles “They’re so excited”

“I know”

The game begins with both teams neck and neck. Jack’s team scores the first goal with other team scoring the second goal. As the game goes on the other teams starts catching up and soon their tied

Chris watches then smirks “This is just like football”

Sarah giggles “This is nothing like football”

Chris whispers “Don’t you remember coming to all my games?”

“Oh I remember that I remember us sneaking into the locker room when no one was there”

“Oh you naughty girl wanna go find a locker room right now?”

“Chris!”

Chris chuckles as he looks up and sees Jack has the ball he watches intensely as Jack dodges his opponents then scores the goal

Chris cheers the loudest as Jacks teammates congratulate him

Chris runs over to him hugging him tightly “I knew you could do it”

“Thanks dad”  Chris looks around then pulls Jack into a corner “Got something to ask you”

“What is it?”

“How would feel if I married sarah”

Jack thinks for a moment then smiles “I like her ok dad”

“Good thanks buddy”

@choicesgodfanatic @indiacater @the-soot-sprite @kingliam2019

Madeliene was good at ruling. She was good at whatever she put her mind too. Adelaide had never been much good at anything other than drinking and gossip and she knew it. Her father hadn’t adequately prepared her for ruling, telling her that her future husband would tend to such mundane tasks for her.

Boy, had he.

Godfrey had ruled everything. Her duchy, his duchy, their homelife. He had kept track of the finances. Her job was to spend the money, he had told her. His was to make it, invest it, safeguard it.

She had never suspected he had been funneling it to The Sons of the Earth. She had never suspected him of espionage or treason, much less cold blooded murder. Infidelity, yes. Sure.

Godfrey was the reason she drank.

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” she demurred as she poured herself another vodka. “I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

Everyone assumed she was just a spoiled rich girl. Daddy’s little princess. A privileged socialite. And while she was those things, she had once aspired to be much more.

She had wanted to be an opera singer. She loved singing and she was good at it. But when her father found out she had an audition at a prestigious opera house in Stormholt City, he’d locked her in her room for a week and threatened to disinherit her.

She had dedicated her life, instead, to her husband and her daughter. Her husband had betrayed her and her country, and her daughter hated her. Maybe hate was too strong a word. Madeliene certainly had little respect for her mother. Adelaide was afraid her daughter pitied her.

She couldn’t blame her for it, though, could she? What had she done, after all, to command any respect? She brought the cool glass to her forehead with a sigh. “Just tell me what you need.”

“Excellent!” Liam smiled like he had just won the lottery. “I knew I could count on you! Regina said you’d see reason.”

Ah, yes, her cousin Regina. The one who had actually married well. If her father could see how Godfrey had turned out, he would be so disappointed. Gripping her glass tighter, she made direct eye contact with the king. “Liam. You have to know that I had no idea he was capable of…of…this! My family has always been loyal to the crown! My cousin is your stepmother! My daughter was prepared to marry you! If I had know….”

“It’s alright, Adelaide,” he cut her off, “the important thing now is that we find him so he can be tried for his crimes. What can you tell me about where he might be hiding?”

“Unfortunately, nothing. My husband has never confided in me. But I can give you unfettered access to his study.”

Liam shook his head. “We have that already. This estate is mine for now, remember? Is there anything else you can think of that might help us?”

Her eyes closed as her brain spun through a million scenarios. She searched for the part of her heart that wanted to protect the man she had married, spent her life with, procreated with. It wasn’t there.

What was there, despite her losing her title, her money, her lands, was something she hadn’t felt in years. A tiny spark of hope. Hope, and the desire for freedom.

Imagine having no husband, no duchy, no responsibilities. Maybe she could sing again.

****

Chris clenches his fist as he walks to the kitchen What about me?

“So glad you brought out Chris you keep acting hostile around him and I want it stop he’s not doing anything to you and I don’t do anything to that insecure fiancé of yours”

“I know her insecurities are annoying me too but enough about her so Chris can you tell me more about him?”

Chris’s nostrils flare Why is he fishing for information about me?

“Why are you asking about my boyfriend? You’re not the one dating him I am”

“Look I think I need to know what kind of guy is around my daughter”

Chris smirks A better guy than you that’s for sure He pulls the earphone away as Sarah sighs loudly he puts it back on

“Fine he was one of my roommates in college I didn’t even know he was moving into the neighborhood until he approached me”

“And all of a sudden you guys are dating? There’s something more there”

“Ok I had a crush on him and he had one on me there happy? Now can we not go into my love life”

“I’m just making sure he’s a good guy and he’s good with Emma”

“’Emma loves him and his son boy protects him like a big brother”

Chris smiles Yeah that’s right

****

“Hope that’s all your questions”

“Well yes I was just making sure he was a good guy and wasn’t hurting Emma”

“He’s a great guy and he’s not” Sarah stands straightening her shirt “Now if that’s all I’ll see you on Saturday”

“Of course” Sarah walks away and heads back to the house

Emma runs out from the kitchen “Mommy!”

“How are you sweetie?”

“Good mommy Chris was showing me and Jack how to make cookies!”

Jack runs out of the kitchen “Hi Sarah”

“Hi there Jack how are you doing how’s soccer?”

“Good we have a game this weekend I’m so excited”

“Oh really I hope you win”

“Can you come to it?”

Emma jumps up and down “Can we go mommy?”

Sarah laughs “Of course”

“Yay!”

Chris chuckles as he walks out the kitchen “Cookies are done go have some”

Emma and Jack cheer “Yes!!!!!!” they dash off to the kitchen

Chris laughs as he turns to Sarah “I’m glad I made their day”

“You really did”

“I’m glad I listened in to your convo with him he needs to mind his business what you do doesn’t concern him”

“I know I don’t know why he’s worried about me he needs to be focused on keeping that bitch under control”

“I agree he does”

“Anyway forget him let’s just focus on us” Chris smiles as he kisses her Sarah smiles into the kiss then pulls away “I gotta make sure they’re not making messes in there”

Chris chuckles as she heads to the kitchen then he pulls out a ring box from his pocket Should I wait to do this? We just got together and I really don’t want to lose her again what if

“Dad! Come have some cookies with us!”

“I’m coming!” He squares his shoulders Ok I’ll wait for the perfect moment and then I’ll do this

“He's a Colonel, right? Doesn't he have the money to afford a hotel?”

“Just because he can, doesn't mean he should waste the money when I have a perfectly comfortable couch available.”

“I sleep on the couch too,” he grumbles into your neck. His huff tickles your skin, and you wiggle in his arms.

You laugh, “when was the last time you actually slept on the couch?”

Maybe before the two of you got together, Xavier would crash on your couch when he was too tired to go up to his place. Now, he has a home in your bed and hasn't looked back since. And you doubt he's going to give up the chance to cuddle up to you at night just because he doesn't want Caleb on your couch.

His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.

You drop the pillow to move to the kitchen, where your phone is resting on the island, but Xavier doesn't let go. You try prying his arms off, but he's like a clingy baby koala.

“Xavier, let go!” You groan, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna see if he’s close.”

“He’s probably stuck in traffic.”

You can't really argue there. Most 9-5s are ending now, and everyone's probably racing home, clogging up the streets. But Caleb will still let you know when he's set to arrive.

Xavier’s hand wanders up your chest, groping the soft mound of your breasts through your—actually his—t-shirt. “And there's plenty of time before he gets here.”

“We shouldn't…” you sigh, but despite your best efforts, your body betrays you as it arches into his palm, leaning into the tender touches. You melt into him, letting your head lean back onto his shoulder.

You've been tense the past few days, prepping for Caleb's arrival by fixing up your apartment and keeping Xavier’s growing, green monster at bay. Letting off a little steam with him won't be so bad…

“Okay,” you relent, turning yourself to face him. He doesn't take his arms off of you, resting them on your ass instead and massaging the soft flesh. “But we have to be quick.”

Xavier responds by kissing you, dipping to grab your thighs and hoisting you up around his waist. Your legs wrap around him as you cling to his neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. He wastes no time bringing you to the bedroom, leaving behind your cellphone.

—

“F-Fuck!” You cry, chest heaving as Xavier’s tongue works a third orgasm from you. Your weak attempts to squirm away only force him to pull you against his tongue so he can continue toying with your swollen bud. Your hands curl into your pillow as more unabashed moans fall from your lips.

He switches his tongue with his fingers and moves to lap at your dripping pussy. “Mm, you taste so good, baby,” he sighs, leaving a kiss on your pussy before diving his tongue back into your fluttering hole. He eats you out like he's starved. Your previous orgasms are smeared across his lips and chin.

“Xavier,” you moan, “I'm gonna come.”

He hums into you, rubbing your clit faster. You fall over the edge again, squealing his name as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

Your body sinks into the mattress in the aftermath, embracing the soft glow of the setting sun enveloping your body and the slight glow coming from Xavier.

When he comes up, settling between your thighs, he slips two fingers into you without warning.

“Ah!” You tense as he glides his fingers between your sensitive walls with a wet shlick! You grab his wrist and push his hand away. “You're insatiable, seriously!”

“So are you.”

You don't deny it, responding only by sticking your tongue out and laying back to try and catch your breath.

But, a faint ringing catches your attention. Your cellphone. You sit up, startling Xavier whose hands had already started wandering back between your thighs.

“Oh no! What time is it?”

You look out the window, catching the sun fading beneath the horizon in an orange and red hue. It's been at least an hour since you got into bed with Xavier from what you can tell.

You rush off the bed only for your legs to buckle. Xavier catches you in time to sit you back on the edge.

“Caleb will probably be here any second!”

“It's okay. Take your time,” he says, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

You breathe in slowly and work your way up to stand like a newborn fawn, Xavier’s hand hovering at your back the entire time. Glance around the room for your scattered clothes, you successfully spot your t-shirt at the base of the bed but not your underwear. You slip your shirt on, foregoing your underwear for now, and rush to the kitchen for your phone that has gone dark again.

There's four missed calls, all from Caleb with the earliest being from ten minutes ago. You frown when you spot the texts he sent between each call.

7:16 PM: why aren't you answering? busy?

7:20 PM: you ignoring me??? :’((

7:23 PM: call me back. i'm here

The last message sends a chill down your spine. It's the most recent message and judging by the timestamp, you hadn't… finished.

Mortification turns to panic when your phone lights up with his smiling photo and rings. You mouth a curse to yourself before swiping to answer his call.

“Hello?” You cringe at the rasp in your voice and clear your throat.

“Where’ve you been? I was gettin’ a little worried.” His response is immediate and almost stern despite his attempts to keep his tone light.

“Sorry, I was, um… busy.” You cringe at your own pathetic excuse and pray he doesn't question it further. It’s even more pathetic when you feel something begin to drip down your thighs.

“Uh huh.”

You wince at his unamused tone and turn the conversation, “So, you're outside my place right now?”

“I'm outside your door.”

You swear your heart stops.

“Oh, okay! One sec then. I have to get dressed.”

Caleb mutters something about you making a guest wait, but you're too busy rushing to the bedroom to hear and hanging up the phone.

Xavier is sitting on the bed with those sad eyes again, leaning against his palms with his sweats hung low on his hips. You can still see the outline of his cock against them.

“Maybe we can continue later,” you offer, leaving him with a chaste kiss before fleeing to the bathroom. His hand moves for yours, but comes just out of reach.

Grabbing your concealer, you get to work covering up the marks Xavier left behind on the column of your throat. Rushing through the process doesn't cover them completely, but you convince yourself it's not too noticeable by the time you get to the third hickey.

He comes into the room behind you, wrapping himself around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder. His frown doesn't leave as you dab away his marks. He preoccupies himself by raising your shirt, revealing your bare center and essence still smeared over your thighs.

“Can you get me a towel?”

“Why?” He swipes at your thigh, collecting your cum, and licks his fingers as you stare at his tongue gliding up each digit. His eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. “I can clean you up without it.”

You tear your gaze away, trying to tamp down the heat rising in your body, and put on the finishing touches of powder. “C-Come on, I can't keep Caleb waiting forever.”

You pull out of his grasp, reaching for a bottle of perfume and spritzing it over your neck before heading toward your drawers for a pair of underwear and shorts with Xavier hovering close behind. Once they're on, you finally get to the front door and open it.

Caleb is there, backpack and duffle bag in hand, with a pink flush across his cheeks and dusting the tips of his ears. His eyes run over your figure, lingering on your bare legs and barely visible hickeys before glancing at a shirtless Xavier, who's still licking you off his fingers.

You can't deny the spark in your chest when seeing his flustered expression. Could he have been at your door while you and Xavier…

He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey. Thought you changed your mind or somethin’.”

“No way!” You reassure, waving him inside, “this will be just like those sleepovers we used to have. I’m not passing that up!”

“Sleepovers?” Xavier mutters under his breath as you guide Caleb to the couch.

“Hey, Xavi,” Caleb chirps as he passes.

“Hi,” Xavier deadpans.

The two of them are reluctant acquaintances at best, brought together only by your close relation to the other. While Caleb enjoys teasing, Xavier only gives him the cold shoulder. They're a nightmare together. One is always trying to draw your attention away from the other, unable to fathom the idea of sharing you or your time.

You huff, grabbing both their jaws to shake their heads. “Behave.”

The last thing you want is for them to start bickering over nothing.

“Sorry, pips,” Caleb laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, baby,” Xavier says, grabbing your wrist to tug you to his chest.

This will definitely be a long week…

—

The three of you agreed to go out for hot pot since Xavier had a coupon, and dinner is pleasant, neither one making any teasing jabs or obviously pretending the other doesn't exist. It's mainly you and Caleb talking about what you've been up to at work while Xavier quietly eats, occasionally making comments.

So by the time you're back at your apartment, Caleb is the first to yawn and get ready for bed, stating he has a longer commute to work now that he's in Linkon.

You wish him a goodnight, reminding him there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet and he can call you if he needs anything, before clicking your bedroom door shut.

Xavier is laying on your bed, in fresh pjs with his eyes shut. His chest rises and falls in a slow, familiar pattern.

You carefully tiptoe through your bedroom to shower and change. When you slip into bed with Xavier, fully intent on cozying up to him and drifting off, he's propping his head up on one arm and looking down at you with lowered lids.

“Is it ‘later’ yet?”

“Huh?”

“You said we’d continue later.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, furrowing your brows, “but Caleb’s here now.”

He positions himself over you, trapping you between his arms. His head falls into your shoulder, nuzzling against the soft skin of your neck. “I’ll be quiet.”

You bite your lip as his stiffening cock brushes against your thigh. When your pussy begins to ache, you want to curse. This is so, so wrong to want while Caleb sleeps behind your door, but that throbbing ache is growing and spreading through your body almost painfully.

“You,” you swallow thickly, “You promise?”

You feel him smile against your skin. “Promise.”

“Okay…”

By the time three of Xavier’s fingers are stuffed inside of your dripping pussy, you have your hands clamped over your mouth. You are still keenly aware that Caleb is just outside your bedroom door, and you pray to whatever benevolent God that is out there that he can't hear the slick sounds of your pussy as Xavier fucks an orgasm out of you with his fingers.

You're hardly recovered when Xavier lines his cock at your entrance, asking, “Can I put it in?”

You nod, still dazed from your orgasm, “mhm.”

“Hm, what was that?” He rocks back and forth at your soaked entrance, teasing your aching pussy. He can slip in anytime he wants, stretch you open so good, but he just has to torture you a little first.

“Yes,” you whisper frantically, blindly reaching behind and scratching his hip to push him in.

“Louder.”

Your eyes flicker towards the door, before you try again. “Please- ahh!”

Xavier fills you without warning, grabbing your jaw before you can bury your face in the pillows. Your moan is loud, uninhibited, practically bouncing off the walls.

“F-Fuck,” you gasp, clamping both hands over your mouth.

When he starts rocking his hips into you, your breathing becomes labored, desperate for mouthfuls of air instead, but you don't trust yourself to remove your hands.

True to his word, Xavier hardly makes any noise, but you on the other hand are struggling to contain your muffled whimpers, “mmph, mhm, mm!”

“I love when you moan my name,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me, baby? Please?”

You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes when he stops moving entirely. You desperately clench around him, urging him to keep moving.

“C’mon,” he pleads, “just once.”

As an internal battle rages in your mind, he plays with your breast while he waits, pinching and rubbing your hardened bud.

“Mmm,” you moan, losing the war in your head and slowly lowering your hands to grip the sheets, “please keep going, Xavier.”

You cry his name again, arching against him as he thrusts into you. When he rolls you into your stomach to fuck you prone, your hands stay balled in the sheets with you lips still parted, moaning with each thrust.

The pleasure flooding your system fogs your mind until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock bullying your sloppy pussy. Your orgasm is quick and pulls another whine from your throat.

“S-So good,” Xavier pants, nosing the shell of your ear. “You make the prettiest sounds.”

You hum at his praise and in the back of your mind hope Caleb is a deep sleeper.

—

In the morning not much is different, except for the pink blush creeping up Caleb’s neck as he stares at the wall when saying good morning.

You promise yourself you won't give in again. Last night was just a moment of weakness and you were only continuing what you had started earlier.

But then night falls and Xavier seems just as insatiable, grabbing you as you shut the door after saying goodnight to Caleb. He has you pressed against the wall, kissing your neck down to your chest. You tear your clothes off soon after and he takes you against the wall this time. Your teeth dig into his shoulder to cover up your whimpers and it only makes him drive his cock into you harder.

And the week goes on, every night Xavier finds new ways to split you open while you try your hardest not to make another sound.

You wish you could say you were doing good at burying your face in the pillows, biting his shoulders, or muffling yourself with your hands. But really, you aren't.

By the end of the week, Caleb is packing his bags and getting ready to move back into his place. You're completely sore all over and littered in hickeys from Xavier’s insatiable need to fuck you every night.

“Bye, Caleb!” You pull him into a hug which he returns fully, even lifting you a bit off your feet. Your body protests with aches jolting through your limbs, but you force down the groan.

He sets you down, steadying you when your legs seem to want to give out. “See ya. Thanks again for hosting me. Maybe we can all go out for hot pot again soon. My treat.”

You laugh with an eager nod, already salivating over all the free food. “Sure, it's a date!”

As soon as you wave off Caleb, Xavier is already grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch.

“Finally,” he mumbles under his breath, pushing you onto the cushions. You sit back as he spreads your legs open and kneels.

“Again?” You squeak.

“The couch smells like him,” he grumbles, pressing down on your clit through your panties. Your legs attempt to shut, but he holds them back.

“I think I owe him a lifetime of therapy bills,” you sigh, resting your head to look up at the ceiling.

Xavier hums as he peels off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder. “But you liked it, didn't you?”

“What?” You tense as his hands slide up your thighs.

“You liked knowing he could hear you.”

“I-”

Did you like it? You don't want your relationship with Caleb to be awkward or tense, but at the same time you've always loved to tease him, testing the limits of how far you could go to make him blush. Knowing that he could hear every filthy moan and creak of the bed, turned you on as twisted as it seemed. Maybe that's why you always gave into Xavier.

He rests both hands on your thighs. “It's okay, you don't need to lie.”

“Are you mad?” You brush back his silvery hair that hides his eyes from you. He's not looking at you, keeping his hardened gaze at your navel.

“No,” he says quietly.

You lean down, cupping his jaw with both your hands to raise his face to look you in the eyes. “I love you. And I choose you—I do. Always.”

For so long your relationship with Caleb had sat on a precarious edge, teetering the line between friends and something more. But, you chose Xavier and whatever line you could've crossed with Caleb was gone.

“I trust you.” His lips curve in a soft smile as he cradles one of your hands. He kisses your palm. “I’m a little jealous, maybe, but never mad.”

The relief is a weight off your shoulder, bringing a smile to your face. You pull him into a kiss that leads to him climbing on top of you, tugging your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra.

“I love you too,” he hums, peppering kisses down your collarbone and dipping into the valley of your breasts.

You giggle, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “You know, it's kinda hot when you're jealous.”

He moves down your stomach, kissing the spots where his previous marks begin to fade. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you're always so calm and in control.”

Xavier rarely lets his emotions slip, so much so he comes off as aloof to most people he meets. You know he's anything but though—he’s loyal, gentle, and attentive. Still, it's rare for you to see him display any negative emotions.

“It’s nice to see this side of you once in a while.” Bonus for you, he fucks your brains out with twice the stamina.

“Really? You couldn't wait another couple of hours or somethin’? I swear, you two fuck like rabbits,” Caleb scoffs, dropping his bags to the floor and shutting the door.

You jolt up, grabbing for the blankets to cover up.

“Why are you back?” Xavier grumbles, shifting the blanket higher over your chest.

Caleb bends down to pull a plug from the wall outlet. He responds plainly, “I forgot my charger.”

Instead of leaving with another goodbye, Caleb lingers, eyes grazing over the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He swallows, Adams apple bobbing before tearing his gaze away.

“You know, I really tried ignorin’ it, but after the second night I knew you were doin’ it on purpose,” he says pointedly at Xavier.

“Doing what?” Xavier cocks his head, wide blue eyes looking at Caleb.

Caleb scoffs, “don't play stupid.”

“Play? I'm not playing at anything.” The sickly sweet, oblivious tone in Xavier’s voice drips with derision.

You groan, “stop it, both of you.”

Anymore of this and you'll have to shove them both out of your apartment.

You're about to apologize when Caleb turns his attention to you. “You're not innocent either.”

You huff, looking away, “You're just fun to tease.”

“Tease!? You call that teasin’? You had me rock hard every night,” he groans.

Xavier speaks next, “why don't you help him with that then?”

You turn to Xavier, jaw dropped. That is the last thing you ever expected him to say, especially when he was so pouty about having Caleb around.

“I trust you,” he says simply as if he's reading your incredulous mind. “If this is what you want to do.”

You glance over at Caleb whose red flush has a devious smile crossing your lips. Like you said, so fun to tease. His jaw ticks, sweeping over the marks laid across your skin by Xavier.

You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I do.”

“You’re both okay with this?” Caleb gawks. “Are you sure?”

“Why so shocked? You think you can steal her from me?”

Maybe it's the challenging stare from Xavier or you dropping the blanket from your chest that makes Caleb finally step forward.

“Dunno, let's see.”

—

How did I end up here, you think to yourself when Xavier’s bare chest molds against your back. His warm hands slide up the curve of your stomach to your breasts, fondling each of them.

I don't ever want to leave, you decide when Caleb slips into view in front of you. His eyes flit over your exposed body, committing every curve to memory. There are hickeys left by Xavier on your neck and chest, some fresh others fading, placed throughout the week. Your nipples are pebbled thanks to Xavier’s teasing fingers, pinching and rubbing, and even lower, your drooling cunt is weeping down your thigh.

Caleb smears your slick up your thigh, tracing your folds and fluttering hole. He teases the tip of his finger into the heat of your cunt that attempts to clench around nothing.

You shudder and groan, trying to hide your face in Xavier's neck, but he takes your chin to guide you back. His grip is firm, but he isn't rough as he turns your attention back onto Caleb.

“Why are you running away already?” Xavier coos into your ear, soft lips brushing down the sensitive skin of your neck. He presses light kisses against faded hickeys. “We’re just getting started.”

“More,” you moan, leaning into Xavier's lips and shifting your hips against Caleb’s curious fingers.

“Sit then,” Xavier instructs.

You comply, pulling yourself out of their grasp to settle on the couch with your dripping cunt on display. Your hands trail down your body, playing with your tits before sinking lower to press your swollen bud, soaking in the rapt attention of the two men.

Caleb can't take his eyes off your pretty pussy, barely holding himself back from ripping your hand away to replace it with his tongue.

Xavier watches your mouth part, sighs and gasps spilling out of it. He nudges Caleb, pulling him out of his trance. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”

He doesn't need to speak twice. Caleb gets down between your thighs like it's his home, taking your fingers and replacing them with his. He dips one finger into the entrance of your slick heat that eagerly welcomes him in.

“Mm, I can take more,” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. “Please, Caleb.”

He curses under his breath and moves forward, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you as if he’s still hesitant.

Your fingers curl through his hair, nudging him closer, as you nod your silent permission.

Once his lips meet your clit, he dives into a frenzy like he's been completely starved. He licks and sucks, simultaneously fingering you, curling his digits against your spongey walls.

You writhe against his attention. Your thighs threaten to squeeze around his head as your hand tugs his hair, but Xavier slips beside you, keeping you spread.

“My pretty girl,” Xavier hums, kissing your neck, “you're doing so good for us.”

Caleb spreads your folds, replacing his finger with his tongue, dipping into your center to taste you.

With Xavier whispering praise in your ear and Caleb devouring your pussy, it's no surprise when you come on his tongue, gushing and crying out his name.

“You taste so good,” Caleb gasps, pulling your thighs over his shoulder.

You whimper, trying to squirm away when Caleb’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue spreads you open to clean up every drop of cum. Your thighs tremble around his head as he laps at you with a flat tongue. “Ngh, I-I can't,” you pant, clawing at the couch when the sensitivity grows too much.

Caleb lets out a choked noise as he's abruptly ripped from your pussy. With the stimulation gone, you look down to see Xavier has a tight grip on Caleb's necklace, holding him back like he’s nothing but a dog on a leash.

His dog tag and charm sway against the column of his neck as a red flush creeps up the base. Caleb pants, your cum still smeared down his chin and lips, leaving behind a glossy sheen.

“That’s enough,” Xavier commands, authority dripping from his voice. Cold blue eyes glare down on him. A rare look on Xavier, you hardly even see him fight Wanderers with such intensity.

“F-Fine,” Caleb chokes out, gritting his teeth when Xavier tugs once more before releasing him. He climbs to his feet. Caleb towers over you, limp on the couch, with a predatory gaze. Arousal pools in your stomach again as you look at the bulge straining against his pants.

“Need help with that?” You lay your hand flat against him, feeling the thickness of his cock against your palm.

“Fuck yes,” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand to rub him through his pants.

Xavier taps your thigh and gestures for you to move up. He slips in behind you and sits you back down on his lap where you feel his own stiff cock press against your ass.

“Go on.” Xavier nudges your hand, guiding it against Caleb’s bulge. “Put your lips on his cock, baby.”

You unzip Caleb's pants with trembling fingers because Xavier takes his own cock out to tease against your entrance, smearing your juices over himself, before he slips in. You paw at Caleb’s abdomen as the stretch pulls a moan from you.

Xavier grinds you down on his cock, holding your hips to rock you back and forth. He takes his time with your body, moving slowly to let you feel him fully inside you.

You’re clenching around him—desperate to have his finger on your clit, bounce you on his cock, kiss your neck. But he falls against the cushions, watching you writhe and tense, with a lowered gaze, no intention of going any faster than the languid pace he set.

You try to sneak your hand between your legs, but Caleb catches your wrist.

“Don't-” he gasps, gripping your wrist to guide you back to his cock, “don't forget about me.”

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the fabric over his cock. “Sorry,” you murmur, slipping your hand into his pants to pull him free.

Caleb bucks into your hand when you wrap around his thick girth, swiping your thumb over his pearly, leaking tip. The whining moan that escapes him encourages you to give kitten licks at the salty precum smeared around his head.

“Shit,” he hisses, gripping the back of your neck to push your pliant lips further around his cock.

You take him in, moaning as he stretches your lips and bullies his way into your warm mouth. In turn, your pussy clenches around Xavier, making him groan and buck into you, pushing you further along Caleb’s cock until your nose meets his coarse pubic hair and his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Mmph!” You choke around his cock, eyes beginning to water as you try adjusting to his size stretching out your throat. You begin to bob your head, sucking and flattening your tongue against him.

His head falls back as he groans, thrusting into your wanting mouth and digs his fingers into your neck, guiding your rhythm.

Xavier, getting bored of being a watchful participant, takes your hips and drops you down on his cock, earning a choked moan from you. He uses your body like his own personal flashlight, moving you up and down at his own intense pace.

“Doing so well for us, baby,” Xavier grunts, his breathing growing staggered.

“God, your—ngh—mouth feels so fuckin’ good,” Caleb groans.

Being fucked by Xavier and Caleb is frenzied, pulling you in opposite directions to be met only with overwhelming pleasure on both sides. They use you, take you, giving until it becomes all you can think about. The tight grip of Caleb's hand against your neck as he thrusts himself down your throat to Xavier's cock splitting you open, fucking you so deep each time.

All it takes is Xavier bringing his hand around to rub your clit to make you gush all over him, moaning around Caleb and digging your nails into his hips. With your cunt squeezing and sucking Xavier in, he can't hold back his own orgasm, spilling deep inside you with one final thrust.

Your orgasm leaves you trembling, but it doesn't stop you from helping Caleb finish.

“She's so pretty, isn't she? Taking you like a good girl,” Xavier rasps.

Caleb moans out an indecipherable mumble.

“Is this what you imagined when you heard her moaning my name for the past week?”

“F-Fuck you,” Caleb growls.

You run your tongue along the base of his cock, kissing the tip, before taking him in your mouth again.

Caleb’s moans grow along with the wet, squelching sounds of you sucking him off.

“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Xavier asks, continuing to tease. “Wishing you could come inside her?”

“Mm, yes,” Caleb admits, brows furrowing as his thrusts grow sloppy. He comes down your throat after a few more thrusts, seed and spit spilling from your lips as he keeps you on his cock.

You swallow the salty cum when he pulls you off, making a show to lick the corners of your lips as he watches.

“Damn, you're killing me,” he groans, running a hand through his slick hair.

“You did so good.” Xavier pulls you back into his arms with his cock still in you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. Warm hands glide over your stomach as you melt into him, not caring that your bodies are much too hot and sticky to be so close right now.

Caleb fidgets, like he's not sure of his place anymore, turning away to your kitchen. “I'll go get you some water.”

You watch as he walks away, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat and his pants hanging low off his waist.

You're sure there is more the two of you have to discuss later, but for now you settle against Xavier with one thought—you should let Caleb stay over more often…

“No, not yet at least. It’s normal for him to get puffy when he cuts new teeth.” Your fingers run through his hair softly, soothingly. His head moving with the rise and fall of your chest. Xavier sat down by your feet, careful not to move the cushions too much and disturb the baby’s much needed rest.

“Do you want me to move him to his bed?” 

“He just fell asleep a few minutes ago, not yet.” You grin at your husband, noticing the small pout on his lips. Xavier had gotten much better with his jealousy once your son was born. He was more than willing to share you if it meant your son would smile. But, ever since your boy entered a “Mama or nothing.” Phase, Xavier has been struggling to get you alone. 

All it took was a flash of his big eyes – the same color as his mama’s – and Xavier melted. He didn’t think it was possible to give in so easily, but his son proved him wrong every day. “Then can we move this to the bed? I wanna snuggle you too.”

And you? You’ve found it incredibly hard to deny Xavier and your darling son of anything. Your heart has become incredibly weak because of them, your sweet boy had his daddy’s pout. “Alright, fine, but you have to carry us both.”

Xavier nearly leapt off the couch. 

Rafayel had been convinced that his little girl would be all about him. You know, since humans like to claim that boys are more drawn to their mama and girls are more drawn to their daddy. Well? Your little girl proved him very, very wrong. 

Your sweet little princess – only a year and a half old – wanted mama and mama only. 

Her first word had been mama, her first crawling attempt had been to mama, her first steps? Right into mama’s arms. She was a mama’s girl through and through. Rafayel was a tad hurt honestly, because he thought he’d be sharing himself with you. Not fighting with his baby for a chance to hug her mama.

“I mean really, who does she think she is?”

“Your daughter.” you snort, peeking over her little shoulder. She’s perched on your lap, chubby arms folded and signature glare on her little chubby cheeks. No DNA test needed, she was Rafayel’s daughter through and through. 

“I really can’t give mama a kiss?” he bargains, the furrow in his brows relaxing as he stares at his little girl’s face. His eyes, her mama’s hair and nose, his smile. God she was so perfect, it made it even harder to try and put up a fight. She’d always win. 

“Yuck!” her new favorite word to use against her daddy, one that you couldn’t help but laugh at because he was the one that taught it to her when trying new baby purees months back. That one word carried weight, considering she couldn’t get any of her thoughts out fully yet. Too little to string together creative insults, she’d get there though, he was sure. 

“Seriously! What if I give you a kiss too?” he puckered his lips, inching closer just to see his daughter burst into giggles and push back against her mama’s chest. “Yuck!” 

“Too bad!” Your laughter mingled with hers as Rafayel grabbed her little head and placed tens, if not hundreds, of kisses all over her chubby features. Not relenting until her giggles nearly went silent from how hard she was laughing. “I win!” 

The soft kiss that landed on your lips was sudden enough to startle you, eyes wide as you glance down at your baby’s shocked face. 

Zayne never thought he’d see the day where he was genuinely battling his four year old daughter over your attention. She was the spitting image of you, for one.

Why didn't he think she’d inherit your stubbornness? I mean, seriously, she was your identical twin. Save for the fact that she had his eye color, it looked like Zayne didn’t even partake in the creation of her.

“I just want to talk to mama for a bit, baby. Please?” He was trying not to frown, but you were leaning against the kitchen counter trying to stifle your giggles. Your daughter, however, stood her ground. Blanket in one hand and snowman plush in the other, inching ever closer to your legs. Your little velcro baby for sure. 

“No! Mama said she would read me some stories in my bed.” You had promised that, had even been on your way to her room when Zayne got home. Your poor husband looked exhausted and in much need of your love.

Your daughter, however, was not backing down. 

Zayne tried not to sigh, he wasn’t frustrated at her of course. The whole display was cute, he loved the fact that your daughter adored you so thoroughly. But, the need to be in your arms was something he very much craved too.

No room for little legs and arms to bat him out of your embrace or kick him in the stomach for getting too close to her beloved mama. 

“How about I read you your stories and then I go help daddy. Does that sound like a good compromise?” She’d be asleep half way through the first story anyways. “No! Cause then you’ll leave me alone!” Asleep in her bed, it was nearly ten at night after all, she had school in the morning.

“You’re a big girl, my love.” Zayne crouched down, watching her lips quiver as she looked between the two of you. Dammit, his resolve was crumbling right before his very eyes. “How about mommy reads to you in mommy and daddy’s bed?” 

Zayne ignored the way your eyebrow raised, but the lip quivering stopped and her glassy eyes blinked away. He could survive sharing your presence if it meant his little girl could sleep comfortably. “Oh-kay I guess that works, daddy.” 

Oh yeah, she was your child alright. It didn’t take much at all for Zayne to give in.

Sylus felt bad, honestly. Who would have thought your eight month old twins – one boy and one girl – would be so thoroughly attached to their mama. I mean, he really thought the two of them would pick their person. Your daughter would gravitate towards him and your son would gravitate towards you or vice versa. 

But, no. Both of your babies wanted their mama and their mama only. 

“C’mon, hey!” You were lounging on the couch, your little boy sitting next to you while Sylus held your little girl out in front of him. Her little legs kicked wildly as she grinned at you. Her head turned away from her daddy to just beam at you. Your son was doing the same, lips curled in a toothless smile as big red eyes peered up at you. 

“They don’t even know I exist.” Sylus sighed, but there is a grin pulling at his lips as he glances between the three of you. Two little humans, a perfect mix of you and him, who were completely and utterly infatuated with their mama. Just like their daddy. 

“Yes they do, Sy. They’re just a bit milk obsessed.” You laugh, rubbing your baby boy’s cheek fondly as Sylus relents and offers your baby girl to you. “Milk or no milk, they’d be this obsessed with you, kitten. You’re their whole world.”

You’re surprised to see a small pout on his lips, your eyes shifting between your grinning little girl and your husband. “You really think so?” You wonder softly, bringing her face to yours so you can nuzzle her nose and kiss her chunk cheeks before settling her on your lap. “I don’t think, I know.” 

“Never in my life did I think I’d have to battle two eight month olds – nevermind my own babies.” He stops to fake glare at your son, watching his little head of silver hair turn to look up at his daddy before quickly looking back at you, rocking back and forth on his butt while making a grabby fist towards you so you’d pick him up.

“For your attention, kitten. I mean really, the leader of Onychinus has met his match. Two sets of little fists with chubby dimples where their knuckles should be have brought me to my damn knees.” 

You laugh, dragging your little boy onto your lap and kissing the top of his head. Smiling fondly at his little giggle. “You met your match a long time ago, Sy. We just created two more.” Well, he certainly couldn't deny that. You, of course, were his first weakness. The two little creatures on your lap were his second. 

“You’ve weakened me, kitten. Whatever will we do?”  “Hmm, maybe we can make some more?” 

Caleb was just a tad bit butt-hurt when your two and a half year old son entered his “nobody, not even dada, can come within five feet of mama” phase. 

Coming home from work, for example, would lead to tears running down his chubby face when you and Caleb shared a hug and a kiss. Going to bed meant you would sleep in your son’s tiny toddler bed until he was in a deep slumber before sneaking back into Caleb’s arms. Until he woke up and wiggled his way between you both.

It wasn’t as if your little boy disliked him, he was his dad after all. It was just that he was overprotective of his mama. Exactly like his father. If he didn’t have Caleb’s eyes and smile, you’d still be able to tell his DNA ran through that little boy’s veins with the way he obsessed over you. “C’mon bud, I can’t give mama a kiss?” 

Your son clung to you, squeezing just a little harder as Caleb inched forward. You tried your best not to laugh, holding your boy tightly in your arms as Caleb approached like you were both wounded stray cats. “No! Nuh-uh!” His mama’s stubbornness was definitely inherited. “What about a hug? Kiss on the cheek? A high five?”

He was desperate. 

Caleb felt like he was being deprived of his own wife. But dammit, the little boy in your embrace was melting his heart regardless of what he did. “No! Leave!” He bellowed, face contorted in grumpiness as you tried to stifle a laugh. “Hey now, that’s not nice, baby. Be nice to dada, say no thank you.” Caleb nearly choked on air. “No thank you?” 

But you only grinned, “I gotta teach him manners while also teaching him to stand his ground.” Caleb frowned at that, you weren’t exactly wrong with that idea. “Can I give my buddy a hug and a kiss?”

Caleb was nearly a foot away now, and you felt your son’s head peek upwards at the question. A hesitant little nod shook his head as he used one arm to reach for Caleb.

Maybe it was a little trick, because Caleb used that opportunity to hug you both, kissing his baby boy’s head as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. “We’ll get there eventually.” 

“Maybe we can make a ‘sharing mama’ schedule.” 

Raina stares at her hands, at the bright red rose she holds like the most precious of gifts.

Why had the Chancellor chosen her?

She wasn’t worthy of such an honor.

Of all the guests invited on merit, she’d been there solely thanks to van Hayes, the corrupt Commandant of sector C-161.

Slippery bastard. The only reason she’d accepted was to avoid pissing off the mercurial man.

So she keeps telling herself.

She fights down the memories of that waltz. Van Hayes’ unexpected finesse. The strength of his grip as he effortlessly led her across the room. His eyes, brazenly taking in every inch of her, dressing her down while his hands glided down her back, pulling her in, sending unwanted shivers of …

She flushes at the memory. That pang of desire she’d felt disgusts her.

‘Desire’ is the last fucking thing she wants to think about when it comes to that corrupt bastard.

Raina steals a quick look at the man, his grip on the steering wheel so fierce it drains the color from his knuckles, features carved into a scowl. He’s furious, no doubt about it. Furious, and silent. A dangerous combination for him.

A chill runs down her spine.

He had grabbed her by the arm the moment the rose day ceremony had concluded, dragging her towards the exit, shutting down Adriana’s offer to drive her home with a cold stare.

He hadn’t spoken a word the entire drive home. And Raina, well she was smart enough not to push his buttons.

She exhales once he finally stops in front of her small apartment.

A mumbled thanks and she flees towards the safety of a locked door. She’s nearly there, fumbling with her keys.

Then she hears his car door open.

Fuck.

“You’re getting pretty famous,” he advances, that smirk that chills her to the bone flickering under the glare of the streetlamp, “first, that nosy reporter, always showing up at the most inopportune times. Now, our illustrious Chancellor bestows you Ark’s greatest honor…”

He glances at the rose, lips curling in disdain.

“Careful darling,” he leans in, voice low like insidious poison, “the higher you climb, the harder you’ll fall.”

Raina’s back hits the front door.

Xander has her boxed in.

If he thinks he can push her around, we’ll he’s got another thing coming.

“Yeah?” she retorts, raising her chin to stare him down, “seems you’d know about that, though in your case it was more of a crash and burn kind of lesson.”

He blinks, then lets out a delighted laugh.

“Ah, Raina, Raina, such a wicked tongue,” he leans in, so close she can smell a hint of tobacco and woody notes along with the heat of his breath, “begging for punishment now, are we?”

That smile of his turns positively diabolical, and she swears she can read all the dirty thoughts running through the man’s head.

Punishment.

Van Hayes punishing her.

Those strong hands around her neck, pressing as he viciously thrusts into her…

Fuck she wants it and she hates herself for her weakness.

She’s frozen in her self-loathing. She can’t seem to formulate words, let alone a coherent comeback.

“Heh.”

Van Hayes tilts his head, a slow, knowing grin forming on that handsome face, stretching the scar along his cheek.

“Look at you, getting all flustered.”

He bites those infuriatingly tempting lips before leaning in, never losing eye contact.

“I knew you’d eventually give in, my feisty little Miss Rayne.”

“In your dreams, darling,” she chokes out, but it sounds half-hearted even to her ears.

Dammit.

Xander’s smirk only widens as he closes the gap, pressing her into the door, blocking out everything around them.

No no no… this can’t be happening, this is a bad bad BAD idea…

But all thoughts leave her head as Xander presses his lips to hers.

He’s rough and demanding, biting and licking, slipping his tongue past her lips, tangling with hers in delectable, teasing strokes, taking what he wants.

And fuck does it turn her on.

His hands are in her hair, pulling, tugging bordering on painful, fondling her breasts, her hips, with rough fingers, pressing her against his hardness and she moans — fucking moans — into his kisses as she clutches his neck, his muscular back, nails sinking into his skin, arching against him, reduced to a needy mess. She barely registers the clinking of keys, the click of the lock as van Hayes maneuvers them inside.

Wait. This can’t happen.

This is fucking Xander van Hayes.

She pushes against his chest, trying to clear the fog of lust, but he fists her hair, bringing his lips to her ear, hot breath making her shiver, “Now, now, my darling, you’re going to be a good girl for your Commandant.” She loses the fight as he bites her earlobe and pulls lightly, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain right down her spine.

Her lower back hits the kitchen table. Xander grabs her ass and roughly sits her on the edge, that wicked mouth kissing and biting along her neck, her collarbone, fingers parting the fabric of her dress to caress and squeeze and shower her breasts with hungry kisses.

“Fuck Raina, look at you, so gorgeous, so perfect,” he groans as his tongue flicks her hardened nipple “I’m going to enjoy making you fall apart for me over and over again.”

“Yeah?” Raina smirks, biting back a moan, “let’s see if you’re more than just talk.”

A glint dances in Van Hayes’ eyes at the challenge.

“Babe, I’m going to make you scream so loud, all of Ark’s gonna know you’re a needy little thing, shamelessly fucking her Commandant.”

“Hah! They’ll be... ah… impressed you managed to seduce the Chancellor’s pick,” Raina manages to counter, trailing kisses along his neck, fingers caressing his broad shoulders over his crisp uniform.

“What can I say, ambition, darling, I’ve got it in spades—and I play to win.”

He peals her dress and underwear off, eyes and mouth worshiping every new inch of skin, as a hand dips lower to tease her sex.

“Well look at that, so wet for me already,” he smirks as he slips one, then two fingers inside her heat, curling them at just the right angle to make her see stars, “dripping all over my fingers.”

“Fuck Xander…” Raina leans back, hands bracing her weight on the rickety table.

“That’s a good start, babe,” Xander leans in to kiss her throat, “but I know you can do better."

“Ah… yes… fuuuck…”

She moans louder as he slips a third finger, stretching her, toying with her, thumb caressing her clit setting an infuriatingly perfect rhythm—why does that bastard have to be so damned good?! So unfair—she thinks in her haze.

“There we go, let them hear how good I make you feel, darling, and maybe,” she gasps as he roughly bites her tender nipple, “just maybe I’ll let you come.”

“Fuck you!” she bites back a moan as his fingers curl onto her G-spot.

“Patience, babe, I’ll fuck you soon enough.”

That fucking devious smile. God, she hates him.

She lunges and bites his lips, slamming her tongue into his mouth to shut him up as she writhes around his dexterous fingers, whining, so close, so fucking close, just a push…

Xander changes the angle and she screams as her whole body tenses, then release. Wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure.

She doesn’t know how long she’s out, mind in a haze of overwhelming pleasure. When she cracks an eye open, he’s grinning down at her, fingers still languidly stroking her quivering sex.

“Fuck that was hot.”

She notices his cock twitching, straining in his pants. She traces the bulge, smiling at van Hayes’ groan as he leans into her touch. He brings his fingers to his lips, never losing eye contact as he slowly licks each one clean, “Ahh… Raina, you taste so fucking good, like a drug, can’t get enough.” He shoves her back onto the table, grabs her hips and buries his face into her quivering sex, sucking, making her squirm, her toes curling as he teases her with that dirty mouth of his. And his tongue, oh that fucking delectable tongue… caressing and licking and teasing, curling inside her one moment, stroking her swollen clit the next, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her every nerve ending… she gasps as her vision turns white—she didn’t even know her body could come again so quickly.

“I never thought you’d be such a sensitive girl,” Xander murmurs into her ear, tongue teasing, before roughly pulling back, “now I want to see how good you take it.”

That infuriating smirk makes her want to smack him and kiss him and strip him down and have her way with him—damn him for getting under her skin so easily! She opts for the latter as she shoves him off her, muttering “Stop. Talking!” jumping off the table as she viciously snaps open his uniform, pushing it off his broad shoulders as he makes quick work of his pants.

“Heh, so impatient,” he rumbles into her ear, grabbing the back of her neck and shoving her down, forcing her mouth to hover at level with his throbbing cock, glistening with precum.

Fuck he’s… she gulps eyes wide. He can’t expect her to take it in her mouth can he?!

One glance at his preening smile, all teeth and ego, and she changes her mind.

Gonna wipe that fucking smirk off his face, make him lose his shit.

She smiles demurely as she wraps her lips around the tip, tongue darting teasingly. She caresses his shaft as she sucks and licks, slowly welcoming more of him in her mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuck babe, if I’d known I could shut you up this way…”

He yelps as she sinks her teeth in his velvety flesh, eyes narrowed.

“That’s how you want to play my feisty little miss Rayne…” his voice is soft as he fists her hair and slams her forward onto his cock, “Ah, fuck that’s good!”

Raina chokes at the sudden intrusion, fighting off her gag reflect as her eyes water. But fuck if she’s not turned on by it. Van Hayes is a vicious, crooked man and she needs to hate him. No matter how good he makes her feel. This is perfect. She grabs his hand still fisting her hair and pushes herself onto his cock, taking more of him, smirking as he whimpers for her.

“Raina, oh shit this is…”

Gonna make you scream, my Commandant.

He attempts to slow her down, groaning as he holds onto the counter, eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to regain control. But Raina’s ruthless, she increases the tempo, hand squeezing and caressing as she deepthroats him, grabbing onto his muscular ass to keep him in place, nails digging in, drawing drops of blood.

“Raina, stop, I’m gonna…ahh…”

She only increases her tempo, a victorious grin as she feels his cock twitch more and more. And then the Commandant cries out, “R-raina!” hands tightening around her neck like a vice as warmth fills her mouth, her throat, so much she nearly chokes. She drops his cock with an audible pop and looks up at his flustered face, grinning smugly.

Two can play this game, van Hayes.

“Fuuuck…” he leans against the countertop, catching his breath, “You play dirty, babe.”

“Learned from the best,” she smiles crookedly.

He observes her, on her knees still, all smug, flustered, pretty bruises and teeth marks flowering along her neck and breasts. A work of art. His, he decides there and then.

His cock twitches. Her eyes grow wide. Xander laughs as he sweeps her off her feet. She barely protests, still flustered and breathless as he crosses the tiny apartment towards her bedroom.

“Oh, Raina, I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Once he reaches it, he switches on the lights, “I want to see all of you,” and flings her on the small, creaking bed. He doesn’t let her catch her breath as he covers her with his weight, cock trapped and throbbing between their stomachs.

A pang of panic flickers as Raina realises, he’s in her room, her sanctuary, the one place she could hide from everything, including the corrupt Commandant. No longer.

She let him in, damn her!

This one time.

Tomorrow, I go back to shutting him out.

But his sensual mouth, those soft lips, languid kisses, conquering tongue quickly make her forget all rational thoughts as she melts in a puddle of need, putty in the Comandant’s skillful hands.

“So soft…” he squeezes her breasts, her hips, “I wonder if you’ll be just as soft…” he angles his cock, teasing her entrance, making her squirm seeking more friction, “inside…” and he slams into her, punching the air out of her as she screams in shock and pleasure and pain.

“Xander! Oh god…”

“Fuck Raina, you’re even tighter than I imagined, so soft… such a good hmm… fuck…” his kisses are bruising as he drives into her, rough and passionate, his groans of pleasure only heightening her own. She hooks her legs onto his back, opening herself to him, begging.

“Xander… I need more…. Ahh… deeper… harder…”

“That’s it darling, ah.. you take it so fucking good.”

He moans and whines into her neck, biting, sucking as he ruts into her at a frantic pace that has them both gasping. “More…” he grabs the back of her knees and pushes them to her chest, changing the angle and plunging even deeper into her softness. He’s everywhere, so deep inside her, stretching her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his scent, it’s too much, maddening—she lets go and screams as a mind-blowing orgasm wracks her body.

“That’s it, babe, fuck, the way you’re clenching around me… Raina!”

Xander groans her name into her neck, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own high, clutching her so tightly it borders on pain.

“Babe, that was… hell, for once, you’ve got me speechless.”

He rolls onto her side after regaining his bearings, glancing her way with a satisfied, lopsided grin.

But Raina doesn’t return it. As she comes down from her high, the implications of what she’d just done slam into her.

I fucked Xander van Hayes.

The guy who blackmailed me into running contraband for him.

Threatened my life god knows how many times.

“Get out,” she whispers softly, unable to meet his gaze.

“What did you say?” van Hayes stares incredulously.

“You heard me. Get the fuck out.” She gathers up her courage and glares at him.

“Now that’s no way to show your gratitude for the mind-blowing sex,” he clicks his tongue, taunting, teasing.

“This was a mistake, Xander, and it will never happen again!”

She stands up, slamming drawers open, shoving a t-shirt and panties on. The Commandant arches an eyebrow even as he reluctantly rises to gather his discarded clothes.

“This is where you’re wrong, darling,” he walks over to her, bending so he can whisper in her ear, “I’m in your system now, Raina, you’re going to crave me whether you like it or not. Next time, you’ll be the one knocking on my door, begging for me to take you, make you scream my name again and again.”

A shiver runs down her spine as he straightens up, taking a step back, that taunting smirk dancing on his lips.

“Sweet dreams, my feisty Miss Rayne.”

“I hate you!”

She yells as the door slams shut behind him, rage intensifying as she hears Xander's delighted laughter disappearing down the hall.

He's wrong about her. She won’t cave.

Not again.

****

Emma sits in the living room scrolling through her tablet Tiffany comes up to her slowly “Do you want dinner?”

“Yeah I’ll eat here”

Josh comes up behind her “Em don’t you want to eat with us?”

“I’m good here daddy” Her eyes light up “Oh mommy’s calling!” She quickly answers “Hi mommy!”

“Hi sweetie how are you doing?”

“Good! What’s going on are you having fun?”

“Yes baby I am are you being a good girl?”

“Of course mommy”

“If I ask daddy that he’ll say the same thing?”

Josh pops into camera “She’s being good Sarah”

“Making sure she’s not being sneaky about it”

“Oh mommy that’s a pretty necklace”

“Thank you baby”

Josh takes the tablet from Emma looking at the necklace “That looks expensive where did you get it”

“Does it matter? I’m not broke I can afford things”

Tiffany looks and scoffs “Hope that’s not from Josh’s child support payments that money is for Emma”

Sarah rolls her eyes sighing “Why would I use my daughter’s money on myself does that make sense to you?”

“I was just saying”

Emma stands up “Don’t be mean to my mommy!”

Tiffany stares at her shocked “Emma I was just”

“You’re being mean to mommy just like you do on the phone!”

Tiffany backs up as Josh whispers furiously “You do that when Emma is around?!”

“No! I”

“Yes she does daddy that’s why I don’t like her! Daddy I don’t wanna come over if she’s gonna be mean to mommy and I don’t wanna go to your wedding!”

Josh comes to her level “Emma you don’t mean that”

“Yes I do I don’t like her!”

Sarah sighs “Josh we’re all upsetting Emma let’s stop this”

“Sarah I”

“She’s right man” Chris comes in camera view “Tell your fiancé to stop being a bitch and leave my girl alone”

Josh frowns His girl?

“What did you just call me?!”

“You heard me and not that it’s any of your business but I got this necklace for her you need to worry about your own life and being a toxic hoe”

Tiffany sputters “You!”

“Bye Josh bye Emma tell your fiancé to deal with her insecurities” Sarah hangs up

Tiffany turns to Josh “You’re gonna just let them talk to me that way?!”

“You started it! Why can’t you just stop all this?”

“Because she’s your ex Josh! you’re not supposed to have any relationship with your ex!”

“We’re civil with each other that’s it! Besides we have Emma I have to see her anyway” He sighs “I need to go talk to Emma let’s me know when you grow up”

“Josh wait” She reaches for him but he pulls away