Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

“And let you die so easily?” I lift my gaze to his and find amusement twinkles in his eyes. “I think it’d be funner to fuck you until you can’t take anymore, then let you just fade away from illness.”

His words are cruel, so very cruel, but I can’t lash out at him for saying them. No, that’ll just get me killed, and I’m already running on borrowed time. Yet I let my next words escape my lips without thought.

“You don’t mean that, Xander.”

“And why the fuck not?” He stops dead in his tracks, looking every bit the monster that he wants everyone to believe he is.

“Because I heard you. I heard you tell me not to die. I know you didn’t want to lose me.”

He clenches his fists at his sides and then strides right back over to the bed. I wonder for a second if he will actually hurt me. The fire in his eyes flickers, and I know I’ve gone and fanned the damn flames, igniting an inferno deep inside of him.

Gripping the edge of the blanket, he pulls it from my grasp. I gasp at the sudden coldness that blankets my skin, stealing every ounce of warmth from my body.

I feel his gaze on my bare body and try and cover myself up with my hands. I swallow around the knot of fear that I cannot get to go down. When I feel his hands grip onto my thighs and pry them apart with brute strength, I cry out. Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut?

“Please, no…” I don’t want this to happen this way, not between us. I thrash back and forth against the mattress, feeling my already weakened body giving out.

“But isn’t that what you want? Me to show you how big and bad I can truly be? Don’t you want to see how far I’ll go before I snap?” he snarls directly into my face. His fingers break my thighs apart and I feel him, his hand hot at my center.

Without further warning, he slams two fingers inside me and holds them there. My body stiffens at the sudden intrusion, but when he doesn’t move, I can feel myself soften into his touch. His eyes roam over bare body, the heat in them slowly dissipating.

By the time he reaches my face, his eyes have completely softened, and it seems as if he’s lost the sharp jagged edge needed to push forward.

The fear I felt moments before fizzles away into warmth that fills my belly. Feeling his thick fingers inside me makes me long with need. I feel full, impossibly full, but it doesn’t hurt. A long silence stretches between us but neither one of us breaks eye contact.

Then he starts moving out of me slowly and before I know what I’m doing, I grab his wrist, holding him in place.

Confusion flickers across his eyes briefly. “Do you want me to make you come, Mouse?” His voice is kind, soft, and I already know the answer.

I bite my bottom lip nervously. “Yes,” I murmur almost inaudibly.

An evil grin tugs on his lips, and he starts moving his finger back inside of me. My breath hitches. Now that my body was expecting it, my reaction to his touch changes.

His fingers inside me don’t feel like an intrusion any longer. They feel like they belong there and nowhere else. He moves them in and out of me in a slow steady rhythm and it feels like heaven. I have to fight the urge to close my eyes in pleasure because for some strange reason, I want to see him looking at me, watching me as I fall apart.

My hold on his wrist is firm, but only because I want to touch him, and I’m not sure where else he’ll allow me to put my hands.

Pleasure zings through me with every deep stroke of his fingers. My heart flutters around inside my chest like a butterfly trying to break free. His movements are gentle, kind, and it’s so unlike him, unlike the man he wants me to believe he is that it’s almost terrifying.

“Come for me, Mouse. Come all over my hand.” He stares me down, pulling the pleasure out of me with nothing more than a command.

A small moan I can’t hold back escapes me. My chest heaves, feeling things I’ve never felt before. My nipples pucker, and my body shivers. My pussy clenches, squeezing his fingers hard, but he continues his slow and sensual strokes and then he curls his fingers upward inside me, hitting some spot that draws unbelievable pleasure out of me.

Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, they shut without me wanting them to. My head falls back into the pillow as a wave of pleasure washes over me, taking with it pieces of my soul. My body tingles and I lie there for a moment, trying to get my eyes to open again. When I do, he removes his fingers just as quickly as he entered them.