CHAPTER 25: 25

XAVIER

I knew I was supposed to stay on my own for the time being, at least until the marriage was settled, but I could not bring myself to. I found myself thinking about Nylah.

That scene at the bonfire night never left my mind. I know I am not supposed to think of such dirty things when she is in distress, but the liquid made her dress cling to her skin, and it outlines her perky breasts.

I almost lost shit when I saw that she did not put on a bra, but I had to keep things together and send her away before other males would notice.

I have been taking a lot of lessons from Brian, and by now, the implications of what my becoming close with Nylah would do was at the front of my mind. But still, this sick urge to have her again was making me lose my mind.

I had finished two bottles of strong liquor without even realizing it, and as much as I wanted it to numb my sick thoughts, it fueled it.

’Fuck!’ I rubbed my face with my palm.

I called for one of the guards who manned my door and asked him to send for Nylah.

"Make sure she looks good before you bring her to me," I instructed and he bowed slightly.

Maybe if I saw her looking like the usual woman I take to bed on a normal day, I would lose interest in doing anything with her.

The next few minutes were the longest I had ever waited for someone and I drank some more. My cock almost punched through my trouser in its erection. It had been starved and it was selective with whom it wanted this time around.

A knock sounded on my door and my chest hurt with excitement.

"Come in!" I retorted and the door swung open.

Nylah walked in and the unfazed expression I wore changed to a surprised one. She looked... natural, without any makeup or gold on her. And her dress was as simple as a woman sitting on her patio.

’What was the meaning of this?’ I gritted my teeth to suppress the anger brewing within me.

"You sent for me." Her soft, innocent voice spoke up, cutting through my thoughts.

I held my gaze on her face. Trying to find the right words to express my surprise but she spoke up before I could find a suitable one.

"I told the girl to leave, I didn’t want to wear any makeup tonight," she spoke up as if sensing my surprise.

"Strip for me," I ordered, taking a sip from my cup with my gaze still pinned on her.

She stood still for some seconds.

"Dance for me." I ordered again, and she walked to the pole, grabbed it, and began her moves.

Seeing her face glow in the light, the innocence on her face, it made my cock pulsate even harder. I wanted to take her so badly and rip off the innocence left in her. I wanted to mark her and make her mine.

"Don’t stop, go to the bed," I ordered after I could no longer hold myself again.

She looked surprised but did as she was told regardless. She must have heard about my marriage to the heiress as well since there was no news in the pack. She was probably wondering why I still called her to my room to dance for me when I had a fiance.

"Lie with your back to the bed," I ordered again, standing up from the sofa myself.

I got to where she lay on the bed like a sacrificial lamb and began to peel her clothes off her body.

She let out a small gasp when my hand touched her breast.

"Why did you act like you had no idea who I was at the bonfire night?" She asked but I didn’t reply her. I didn’t even stop to look at her face. Matters were too complicated and I didn’t call her to discuss my actions with her, I called her to have her.

I got down to business and from the way she moaned, I was sure she also didn’t want to talk about my actions again. Because she talked about other things, like how every place I touched on her body affected her.

Through the endless moans that escaped her lips.

I poured some of my drink on her stomach and licked up every drop of it and she moaned so loudly that my cock hurt with anticipation.

I wanted to be inside her so badly.

She made to cover her pussy when I began trailing my fingers toward there and I almost lost my shit.

"Keep your hands to yourself. If I see your hands anywhere close to me, I’ll tie you to the bed with your legs wide open and torture you through the night." I didn’t realize that my voice became hoarse out of lust until I was done talking and she tucked her hands beside her.

’Shit.’ I didn’t like the hold she had on me but I could do nothing about it.

I tortured her some more with pleasure and I knew she wanted it as badly as I did now but on second thought, I didn’t want to force her into giving it to me.

Yes, she was mine and I could demand for anything, even her soul and I would have it but a part of me wanted her to want me as badly as I wanted her.

A part of me wanted her to lose her senses at the thought of me just like I do whenever I think of her and somehow, that part of me won.

I stopped what I was doing and walked to the bathroom for a cold shower to calm my hard cock and when I returned I could see the confused expression on her face but I ignored it and took a seat on the sofa where I sat before she came in.

"Pick up your clothes and leave," I ordered without even bothering to look at her.

"W-what?" She asked in almost a whisper. Although I couldn’t see her face, I knew she felt horrible.