“And how’s that?” I spat.
She marched around the table and came to stand toe to toe with me. She jabbed me in the chest with an accusing finger. “Because your solution is bullshit!”
I leaned forward and used my height to tower over her, forcing her back a step. “Do you want to consider rephrasing that, sweetheart?”
“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she seethed.
“Why not?” I grinned maliciously. “Is that what daddy calls you?”
Violet scowled at me. “Why are you being such an ass? All I want is to find a way out of this. I’m sorry that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life on the road running away from a bunch of psychotic murderers. I’d rather take a shot and make a stand if it means there’s even a small chance of going back to a normal life. But this?” She gestured back and forth between us. “I don’t want this forever. Do you?”
I didn’t have a normal life to go back to.
If we ‘made a stand,’ as Violet so eloquently put it, and somehow pulled it off, that meant I wouldn’t have a home to return to. The Shades would be gone, and I would be the last man standing. I had no fucking clue how I would start from scratch.
But this?
My time with her on the road? It was more preferable to my time at The Vex anyway. Hell, there’d been times that I felt more myself than I ever had. Put aside the constant and permeating fear that I was going to lose Violet one day from a bullet or worse, and being on the road with her hadn’t been so bad.
“No,” I said quietly. “I don’t want this forever.”
Not for her, at least.
Violet sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Then, why aren’t we doing something about it?”
“Because,” I hissed, “you’ll just get yourself killed.”
She threw her arms in the air and let out a growl of frustration. “You’re impossible! I’m still here, aren’t I? I can’t be as useless as you seem to think I am. You know what would be nice, actually? If you said thank you. ‘Thank you for saving my life, Violet. I appreciate it’. Why don’t you just see what it feels like not to be a complete dick all the time?”
I arched an eyebrow. “I’m not thanking you for disobeying an order.”
“You don’t get to order me around.”
“Like hell I don’t. You have no clue what you’re doing. You just prance around like a—”
“I saved your neck. And I got us here, didn’t I? The safest place we’ve stayed yet? Your words, not mine.”
I narrowed my eyes.
Violet wasn’t backing down. She stepped in close again, raising her hand and jabbing me in the chest once more. “You just don’t want to admit that I don’t need you calling every shot for me. I’m not some damsel in distress, Xavier. I’ve made it this far.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head. “So what do you suggest we do then? What is your plan to get us out of this mess? Let’s hear it.”
She blinked at me.
“Speak,” I barked.
Violet flinched and wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t have any ideas. I figured we would make a plan together.”
“But you have nothing to bring to the table?”
She licked her lips. “Not yet.”
“And yet you stand here demanding I take you seriously?”
She scrunched up her nose and lifted her chin defiantly. It was cute. “You should take me seriously. A lot of girls would have thrown in the towel by now. A lot of girls would have run from the likes of you. But not me.”
I stepped in real close; so close our noses were almost touching. “And you think that’s wise? Choosing to stay with me?”
Her breath quivered as he green eyes flicked back and forth between mine.
I let out a deep chuckle. “Sweet Violet, you forget whose company you keep. I am as wicked and as dangerous as those men hunting us down. And yet you think me separate from them. Forgive me for not taking your sensibilities seriously.”
“You’re not like them,” she whispered.
“I enjoyed killing them. I enjoyed hearing them scream. And I look forward to getting my hands on more of their throats.”
“Stop trying to scare me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I wouldn’t let you if you tried.”
Violet’s cheeks turned bright pink but she didn’t break my stare. Her chest rose and fell with angry shaking breaths. “Fuck you, Xavier. If I wanted to run I could. And I could have abandoned you on the side of the road and left you for dead. You were weak. Unconscious. Useless. And I was the one calling the shots and busting my ass to keep you alive. So don’t you dare try to make me feel like I wouldn’t stand a chance if push came to shove, you self-serving, manipulative—”
I grabbed her around the waist, yanked her to me, and pressed my lips to hers, just to shut her up. Violet pressed her hands flat against my chest to push herself away, but she didn’t get very far. Instead she melted into me as her lips parted and she yielded to my tongue as I slipped it between her teeth.
She let out a soft little moan, and I reveled in the sweetness of her lips and the softness of her skin as I slid a hand up the inside of her shirt to follow the curve of her body.
Chapter Eight
Violet
How had this happened?
One minute I was so angry with Xavier, there was smoke practically whistling out my ears. The next, he had his tongue in my mouth, I could barely breathe, and all I wanted was more. More.
So much more.
I hadn’t realized until the moment his lips touched mine how badly I missed human touch. We’d had a rough couple days, and all the tension and the stress had come between us like a thick wall. I was angry. And so was he.
He was still wrong.
But damn him and his hands running around inside of my shirt. Damn him and his lips and his teasing breath on my neck as he moved to nibble on my ear and press soft, wet kisses to my throat and jaw.
Every kiss, every nibble and every squeeze of the flesh on my hip pulled me farther away from the anger that had burned white hot inside me just moments earlier. I wanted this so desperately.
I’d wanted it since I screamed at him to get in the car back at the coal mine. I’d needed to feel his touch and his kisses to know he was okay. To know he was going to survive. It was something he hadn’t been able to give me, and I wasn’t willing to ask for.
But now he’d healed a bit. He was here. And so was I. The reassurance I’d been craving was finally falling my lap.
I’d be a fool to push him away.
With a soft moan, I grabbed the front of his shirt and arched into him. Xavier wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like he wanted to drink me dry. If he tried, I would let him.
I’d give him the damn straw.
Xavier grabbed my ass and squeezed before sliding his hands down my hips and under the fabric of the leggings I’d found in one of the dressers in the bedroom. He worked them down inch by inch until the waistband was gathered just above my knees.
He tugged my shirt up, gathering the fabric around my elbows so my arms were pinned behind my back. He walked me slowly backward. My steps were limited by the leggings around my knees. When my bare ass hit the kitchen table, he turned me around, put a hand between my shoulder blades, and pushed me forward, bending me over the table.
It was cool against my cheek as I turned my head to the side to try to look at him over my shoulder.
He wrapped the t-shirt around his fist and held on tight. I couldn’t move my arms at all. He pulled a little tighter and my shoulders strained as my elbows pinched together.
I whimpered, not in pain but in protest at not being able to move. He didn’t give a damn. In fact, I think he rather enjoyed having this much control over me.
And truth be told, I liked it too.
The wetness pooling in my panties was proof of that.
Xavier gave my ass a hard slap. I yelped in surprise and he slapped me again, hard
er this time.
When I tugged at his hold on me, he pressed down, holding my arms against my lower back, and used his other hand to yank my panties down.
Then he reached between my thighs and cupped my pussy to slide one finger between my folds. He let out a soft moan behind me as his finger slid through my juices.
“I knew you were all talk,” he purred.
I struggled in futility. “I’m still mad at you.”
“You can be mad all you want. It’s not going to stop me from taking you right here. Right now.” He eased a finger inside me.
I gasped and bit down on my tongue.
Oh God, yes.
Xavier chuckled softly and pressed his lips to the back of my shoulder. “Your pussy is so wet. You can’t be that mad at me.”
Even if I could get away from him, I wouldn’t have tried. I spread my legs as far apart as I could manage with my leggings around my thighs, practically daring him to put another finger inside me. I wanted it all.
I pushed back and wiggled my ass in the air for him.
Xavier responded by rolling his thumb over my clit.
I let out a desperate sigh and relaxed upon the table.
“Good girl,” Xavier said. His voice was thin. Strained. I wondered dimly if he was hurting. If his side or his leg was bothering him. But those thoughts were dashed when he eased a second thick digit inside me and pushed in deep.
I gasped.
He fucked me deep, and slowly with his fingers, and all the while he pinned me down with surprising strength for a man who’d been shot only a few days ago.
The place below my belly tightened with lust and the desire for release. As the knot tightened, Xavier’s thrusts became more and more controlled, and he curled his fingers toward my G spot, earning a cry of pleasure from me when it all became too much. I gave in, letting the orgasm wash over me, leaving me on trembling legs and gasping for breath.
He pulled me upright by the elbows and turned me back around to face him before crushing his lips to mine. I was still out of breath, but air wasn’t as important as his kisses were, so I gave him what he wanted and let him explore my mouth ravenously until he was sated.
Then he pushed me down to my knees.
He still had a hold of the T-shirt securing my arms behind my back, but he used his other hand to pop open his jeans and work them down his thighs. His boxers came down next and his cock sprang free. My mouth filled with saliva as I gazed up at him, opened up wide, and waited for him to lean in and fuck my mouth.
He filled my throat with his cock.
I stayed where I was, holding his gaze as he worked himself in and out of my throat. I pressed my tongue to his shaft and sealed my lips around his thickness while he fucked my mouth. I would do whatever he wanted me to do. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to free him from his pain. This was the best way I could think to do it.
Xavier’s jaw clenched, and he gathered my hair up off my face with his free hand as he worked his hips faster. I moaned around his cock and gagged when he went a bit too deep, but I didn’t want to stop. I leaned forward in a silent plea for more, and he rewarded me with exactly what I wanted, filling up my mouth with his size and making me hold him there.
When he granted me air, I sucked in a ragged breath and he pulled me up to my feet. My worshipping of his cock was rewarded with kisses across my breasts and gentle sucking of my nipples that left them hard and sensitive.
Then he pulled me around in front of him and marched me down the hallway toward the bedroom.
Xavier threw me down face first on the bed. In my tangled knot of garments, I stayed where I was with my ass in the air as he rummaged through the nightstands on either side of the bed in search of a condom. When he found one he let out a triumphant sigh, tore open the wrapper, and rolled it on his cock.
He stepped out of his jeans, then moved around behind me. He slapped my ass, then gave me both of his fingers again, working them hard and fast inside me until I had to take a mouthful of bedding between my teeth to muffle my screams of pleasure.
Hot juices leaked down the insides of my thighs. Xavier wiped them up with his fingers before running his soft touch up and down my aching slit. I moaned and whimpered and mumbled into the sheets.
“I can’t hear you, princess,” he murmured, as he got to his knees on the bed behind me. He ran his cock between my folds, slicking himself with my juices. “You’ll have to speak up.”
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“I plan to,” he growled, and then he slid himself inside me.
Yes.
Oh hell yes.
Xavier gathered the shirt securing my arms behind my back in his fist once more. He leaned over me, pushing me deep into the mattress, and pushed his cock in deep.
I cried out in pleasure into the sheets.
He fucked me harder.
The world erupted in a smattering of bright stars behind my eyelids as euphoria broke over me. All my worries and anger had vanished and all I knew was the pleasure I was feeling and the sounds of the man behind me as he growled and sighed in his own throes of passion. I rocked my hips back, taking him in deeper, and Xavier finally let go of the shirt, ripped it off my arms, and released me.
He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and like he didn’t have a bullet wedged in his side, Ripping my leggings and panties off the rest of the way, he jerked me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and slide his cock back inside me. The pressure was intense and wonderful, and I gripped the sheets on either side of me as he filled me up.
Then he leaned over me and put a hand on the base of my throat.
“Are you going to come for me one more time, Violet?” he asked, his voice husky and deep.
I bit my bottom lip.
Xavier tightened his grip on my throat. “I asked you a question.”
I nodded fiercely.
Yes. I’m going to come for you.
“Speak,” he grated, teeth clenched, eyes hooded under his dark brow.
“Y-yes,” I stammered.
He closed his fingers around my throat, cutting off my air, and fucked me harder and faster. My eyes practically rolled back in my head with pleasure as he took complete control. He could have it. He could have it forever.
My body thrummed with pleasure and my hips lifted off the bed of their own accord. He used his other hand to reach down and rub my clit as he fucked me, and I lost all sense of who I was as my second climax came with unbridled fierceness.
I screamed his name at the ceiling, letting loose the last remnants of air I held in my lungs. He released me immediately before descending upon me with kisses as he gave in to his own orgasm. His hips bucked and his cock slid through my fresh juices, making a mess of the inside of my thighs and the sheets beneath me.
As his hips slowed, I plunged my fingers into his hair and drew him up to me for sweet, tender kisses. The kinds of kisses I never dreamed I could share with a man like him.
A man with so much blood on his hands.
He held me in his arms and rolled me onto my side, and then we curled up against each other on the bed and I felt his heart beating against my back.
I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He held me tighter and nuzzled his chin in the groove of my shoulder. His breath blew strands of my hair around my ear. It tickled, but not enough for me to shift. I liked him being this close.
Xavier gave me a soft kiss on the neck, right below my ear, and I sensed that he was sorry too.
Even if he couldn’t say it out loud.
Chapter Nine
Xavier
I let Violet sleep in after I woke on Tuesday morning, while I busied myself with showering and inspecting my wounds.
My side was healing nicely. The five days we’d spent at the house had done me a lot of good. There was no hemorrhaging under the skin and, better yet, there was no sign of infection, and I was confident that I was well past the high risk window. My leg was also healing up nicely. T
he wound was still tender to the touch but it didn’t impede my ability to get around anymore. It wasn’t sharply painful anymore, but rather a dull ache that I barely even noticed if there was sufficient distraction.
Lucky for me I had the perfect distraction just now. Violet.
She and I had spent every night in the same bed since making up after our argument on Saturday. We hadn’t only been sleeping.
Her body was impossible to keep my hands away from. Every time I touched the sweet spot between her legs, she was ready and dripping wet for me. The girl was a sexy little minx, despite her attempts to convince me otherwise. Her curves were dangerous and her lips were always calling out to me.
Both the ones on her face and the ones between her legs.
I could kiss both pairs all fucking day and never get tired of the taste of her.
But that wasn’t possible. We simply couldn’t stay here forever. At some point we were going to have to move on, and I couldn’t think of a better time than now.
There were risks you ran house-squatting like this.
For starters, we had no idea if the family that lived here had asked anyone to come check on the place while they were away. For all we knew, someone could walk through the front door any moment and discover us.
It would be a little awkward. Especially since they’d most likely find us fucking.
It had become our favorite way of passing time. The endorphins helped mellow out Violet’s stress and anxiety. At least that’s what I told her.
It was time to move on. We’d find another place to crash and we’d put some more distance between The Shades, the police, and anyone else who might have the nerve to come after us.
Like her father.
I waited in the living room for Violet to join me instead of waking her up. I heard her coming down the hall around eight in the morning. She came and curled up on the sofa beside me, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that exposed a hell of a lot of leg. The fabric ended right at the top of her thighs. If she moved just so, her pussy was on display for me, and I was powerless to resist her.
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