“I could break this right now,” I tell Xavier, my eyes finding his. “You wouldn’t even be the first one inside me… I’ll do it, Xavier. I’ll take it away from you.”
He’s on me in an instant, flattening my body beneath his. A shocked yelp escapes me as he forces my own fingers into my mouth.
“Suck yourself,” he demands. “Tell me what you taste like.”
I keep my eyes on him and give him what he wants. But before I can answer, he covers my mouth with his palm. As if hearing me say the answer to his question will drive him too mad to stop whatever he’s trying so desperately to prevent.
Instead, he leans down and inhales me like I’m a fucking drug. My body stiffens. He never touches me, though the breath from his lips makes me shiver beneath him. He breathes me in, groaning at the scent.
“Fucking brat,” he mutters. “I let you tease me too much. I should put you in a goddamn chastity belt, Tallulah. Maybe then you’d learn to keep those hands off yourself.”
I moan, trying to push my hips closer to his face, but he stops me, pushing me down on the bed.
“Don’t you fucking tempt me any more,” he grunts. “I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit on that tight little ass for a month. Is that what you want? You’re begging for it, angel. And I’m going to deliver. You know you have little time left, right?”
I exhale, shaking my head and shutting my eyes to get him out of my head.
“Once that day comes, I’m going to punish you so fucking hard,” he promises darkly, briefly pressing his lips to my forehead. “I’m going to hurt you so much you’ll regret every single one of your rebellions. I’ll beat that bratty streak out of you. I don’t want a princess, angel. I want a fucking toy.”
“Thought you wanted a wife,” I whisper uselessly.
“I don’t need a title to know you’re my complacent little toy,” he grunts. “But it’ll feel that much sweeter when I slide a ring on your little finger. Knowing you’re caged by me forever.”
I struggle beneath him, but it’s only for show. I don’t want him to notice just how close his words are getting me. I want to come so badly, my body has to fight the thought. He’s making me react involuntarily. My pussy has a mind of its own.
“I dare you to stand up to me again,” Xavier warns me. “Knowing that the day after your birthday… I’ll not only marry you, but fuck you raw so hard you’ll know you’re pregnant by the end of the night.”
My breath is sharp, and I know he can tell as he slaps my pussy so hard I see stars. I cry out.
“You fucking rip that virginity out before I do, and I’ll make you pay in pain,” he adds. “You have no idea what pain is yet, angel. But I’m going to show you soon. Keep dreaming about that day. Just know that if you overstep only once from now on, you’ll have the bruises to show for it.”
“No,” I manage. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. Be a good toy and don’t talk back to your owner.”
He grazes my nipple with his teeth, making me squirm beneath him.
“Tonight, when you go back to your room,” he continues. “I want you to take some of those roses I sent you. Then, I want you to gag yourself with one bloom. And use the thorns to drag my name across your skin. Do you fucking understand?”
“I will not do that!” I scream. “I will not hurt myself for you.”
“You will, or you’ll pay for it when you’re old enough,” he spits out, leaving me sprawled on the bed as he unexpectedly picks himself up. “Your choice, angel.”
He walks out of the room, leaving me there to shiver. The trembling doesn’t stop as a maid enters, offers me a robe, and walks me back to my bedroom. The roses Xavier sent me taunt me from my bedside table, reminding me of all the things he said to me.
Chapter 13
XAVIER
3 months later
Even though it’s been three months since it happened, I can’t stop thinking about Tallulah’s skin etched with my name. Though the scratches only lasted a day, the image of it is forever imprinted on my mind. Selfishly, I want to make it a reality again. I’d tattoo my name all over her if I could. But I don’t want to mar her perfect complexion.
My mind swims with the memory of how eagerly she showed me my name on her skin. It was the last straw I needed to pull myself away from her. To bury myself in work and try to forget how forbidden and tempting my little angel is. I’ve rarely been to the Casa, only sleeping there for a couple of hours every night. I need to avoid temptation for just a little longer. In the meantime, I’ve limited Tallulah’s time alone. The only way she’s going to play with herself is over my dead body.