The masked man beneath Elliot—who I assume must be Theo—keeps turning his head to the side, his dark eyes finding someone across the chamber. Following his gaze, I spot Victor, the massive, tattooed hunter who had been stroking himself while watching Xavier claim me earlier.
Victor stands near one of the marble columns, his arms crossed over his broad chest, muscles tense beneath all that ink. His face is flushed, jaw clenched tight as hewatches Theo get fucked by Elliot, who’s simultaneously being dominated by Julian. There’s an intense visceral response in Victor’s expression—possessive irritation mixed with what looks like barely restrained hunger.
Every time Elliot slams into Theo’s ass, driving him forward with powerful thrusts, Victor’s hands curl into fists at his sides. His breathing becomes more labored, more visible, despite his obvious attempt to appear unaffected. When Theo throws his head back in pleasure, his dark hair cascading down his shoulders, Victor’s jaw works as if he’s fighting the urge to cross the room.
But he stays frozen in place, warring with himself.
Theo seems acutely aware of Victor’s internal struggle. Even while Julian controls Elliot’s movements from behind, even while he rocks forward with each impact, Theo’s attention keeps drifting to that imposing figure by the column. There’s a longing in those glances, invitation… understanding.
As if he knows exactly what Victor wants but also knows why the big man won’t take it.
“Interesting,” Xavier murmurs against my ear, following my line of sight. His cock pulses inside me as he observes the silent tension playing out across the chamber. “Victor’s been fighting that particular desire for years.”
The way Victor’s hands shake slightly before he forces them still, the way his breathing becomes more ragged when Theo moans—it all points to a man at war with his own demons. His posture screams heterosexualdominance, all toxic masculinity and traditional expectations, but his eyes tell a different story entirely.
They follow every line of Theo’s lean body, every graceful movement, with the kind of fascination that goes deeper than casual observation. When Julian adjusts his angle and drives particularly deep into Elliot, causing Elliot to cry out and slam harder into Theo, Victor turns tense like he imagines himself in Elliot’s position.
Xavier’s hands tighten on my hips again, drawing my attention, his patience finally reaching its limit.
“Enough watching.” His voice is rough. “Time to come on my dick.”
Before I can react, he grips my waist and spins me around with effortless strength. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he shifts my position, keeping himself buried deep inside me while turning me to face him completely.
Now, all I can see are those gray eyes boring into mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. The voyeuristic display behind me vanishes from my awareness as Xavier’s face becomes my entire world.
His hands frame my jaw, thumbs stroking along my cheekbones as he holds my gaze captive. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Only me.”
The intimacy of this position, considering everything we’ve done together, everything he’s done to me, is overwhelming. Being face-to-face with him like this, seeing the raw hunger in his expression, creates a connection I wasn’t prepared for.
This is the man I came here to destroy. The criminal I’ve spent months researching, whose empire I wanted to tear down with my words. Xavier Blackwood—ruthless, dangerous, everything I should despise.
His hips begin to move with deliberate strokes, but I can’t summon even an echo of that hatred. The slow, deep thrusts make me gasp against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Feel what you do to me. Feel how perfectly you take my cock.”
The way he watches my face, cataloging each reaction, should feel invasive. Instead, it makes me feel seen in a way that I’ve never thought possible. Like he’s memorizing this moment, burning it into his consciousness.
My hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into solid muscle as he continues his maddening thrusts. The new angle leaves me breathless, and I can’t hold back the moans that escape my throat.
“Xavier,” I whisper his name like a confession I never meant to make.
His pupils dilate as he watches me fall apart in his hands.
“Say it again,” he commands, his voice rougher now. “Say my name while I make you come.”
“Xavier,” I breathe his name like a prayer as the pressure inside me builds until it becomes unbearable.
His eyes never leave mine as he drives deeper, harder, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
“Again,” he demands. “Say it again.”
“Xavier,” I moan louder this time, unable to hold back as the climax builds in my core. “Oh god, Xavier, I’m going to?—”
My orgasm crashes over me with devastating force, my pussy spasming around his thick length as waves of pleasure tear through me. I whimper his name as I come, so only he can hear it, my walls clenching rhythmically around his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans. His hands grip my face desperately, mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that tastes like possession and promises. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he releases, his hot cum flooding my depths.
“Take it,” he growls against my lips, his hips jerking with each spurt. “Take every fucking drop.”
