Page 47 of Carrying Your Lies
Huxley is right. I have always enjoyed sex, but I haven’t wanted anyone the way I want him. I could have him every minute of every day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
His sucks on my lower lip, and I enjoy the sting of pain. “My balls are about to explode.” He pulls out of me and places me back on the ground. “Turn around and hold on.”
I grab either side of the bookshelf and part my legs. Huxley adjusts me so I am slightly bent over. He spits onto his fingers before rubbing them against my entrance. Before I can enjoy it, he thrusts in, filling me whole once again.
There is no slow pace anymore. He is brutal and ruthless with his movements. Pulling on my hair, my head falls back, giving him the access he needs to suck on my neck.
“Not yet, Hux. I’m almost there,” I beg.
“Say please,” he pants.
Any self-respect flew out the second I climbed onto his lap. “Please.”
He growls into my ear, and he pounds even harder. The bookshelf shakes as it takes the brunt of our sexual dalliance.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” His hand comes round to my stomach before trailing down and rubbing my sensitive nub. That’s all it takes from me to scream his name repeatedly.
“That’s it. Scream my name,” he grunts as he joins me in oblivion. His arms wrap around my torso as he holds me in place, enjoying his release.
I open my eyes and breathe a laugh. My body is sweaty and more exhausted than before.
Huxley pulls out and ties the condom. “A few more sessions, and your manners will be right where I need them.”
I don’t reply to his teasing tone. My eyes stay focused on the wall in front of me. Rage consumes the high I feel as I lean forward and stare at the small hole in the wall. I brush my finger over it, hoping the plaster just cracked and isn’t what I think it is.
But I know I am right when I feel the smooth glass of a camera lens.
14
Idouble-checkthatallmy necessities are packed into my weekend bag. I’ll have to come back for the rest of my belongings another day, but Ineedto get out of this madhouse. On the one hand, Emery is a bubbling alcoholic with attachment issues, and her husband is a stalker with raging, controlling tendencies.
Once I confront the pervert, I will ask Mia to let me stay with her until I find somewhere else.Anywhere but here.
My long strides to the main house oozes confidence. My jaw is tight, my eyes hardened, and my chest strong.
I don’t care what he says.
“Good morning, Savannah.” He smiles.
It takes everything not to gouge his fucking eyes out. “We need to talk,” I demand.
He looks at his watch. “We need to leave for the office. Can this wait until then?”
“No,” I snarl.
His face is a picture of innocence, but I don’t buy it. “What is this about?”
“You know exactly what it’s about. Before I tell Emery what a creep you are, you better sit down with me.Now.”
The look of confusion stays plastered on his face the entire way to his home office. He opens the door for me, and I push past him.
Xavier twists the blinds open before sitting on the small couch and gesturing to the seat beside him.
I opt to stand next to the door for a quick escape. I start my argument strong. “I want out of this contract. I don’t care about anything else. As I’m already pregnant, I will carry the baby to termon my ownand hand the baby over, or we can terminate, and you can find another target.”
The sadness on his face is so believable. “What are you talking about? What happened between yesterday and today?”
I shake my head in disbelief. “So, you’re going with the clueless angle?” I nod my head. “Okay. Let’s play that game. You and your wife are fucking crazy! This sham of a marriage, her alcoholism, you hating her but choosing to have a baby with her… oh and your fuckingcameras.”
