Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

“It’s not my blood, Mouse.” He simply answers, no real emotion to his voice. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and walks into the bathroom. I hear him turn on the shower, but I remain on the bed. He didn’t ask me to come with him, and I’m not sure what kind of mood he is in right now. Plus, I’ve done enough disobeying tonight.

Chapter 15

Xander

I watch the blood swirl down the drain. I killed again for her. I killed Benny, and I didn’t care one fucking bit. Hell, I wish I could bring him back to life and kill him again just for doing what he did to her.

I want to be mad at her… I want to fucking hurt her, but she didn’t do anything wrong. She didn’t ask to be put up on that stage or drugged. My sweet, innocent mouse didn’t ask for any of this. She just wanted to find her sister, and she ended up getting me instead.

I try and push the memory of her standing on that stage all alone from my mind, but I can’t shake it. I can’t shake how close to losing her I was. That bastard would’ve never outbid me, but that’s not what fucking matters.

There was a chance I could’ve lost her, and that’s like a fucking kick to the nut sack. I run my fingers through my hair, letting water cascade down my face. The plan was not to draw attention, and we all but took the spotlight and put it on us. There was no way that we were leaving with my father in our grasp now, no way in fucking hell. I want to punch my fist through the fucking wall. I’m so angry… mainly at myself. For putting Mouse in the situation I did.

I rinse once more before I step out and dry myself off. My eyes catch on the two bathrobes hanging next to the shower. A thought enters my mind. I might not be able to hurt Mouse, but I can regain control over her and that will calm the storm inside me, which is almost as good.

I slide the belts out of the bathrobes one by one and walk back into the bedroom. I know I’m a sick bastard, but I don’t fucking care. My cock hardens at the sight of her. Her pouty lips are frowning. She is sitting on the bed still wrapped up in my suit jacket. She looks up at me with her big blues, full of fear and guilt.

“Xander, I…” I can see the guilt wash over her. She blames herself but she has no fucking clue how wrong she is. Tonight changed something inside me. It gave me a taste of what it would be like to lose her, and that’s something I never want to go through again.

I hold up my now-clean hand to stop her from talking. “Not now, Mouse. No talking, we can do that later. What I need you to do right now is take off everything you are wearing. Toss it to the floor. Then crawl back up onto the bed.”

Her eyes go wide, and she hesitates for a moment before shrugging off my jacket and undoing her bra. I watch her undo the clasps with shaking hands. By the time she gets her thong off, my cock is so fucking hard it hurts.

God, how did I get the most beautiful fucking woman to grace the earth?

I stand at the edge of the bed with the soft belts heavy in my hands. “Come here.”

She timidly scoots over to me, barely meeting my eyes. Grabbing her chin gently, I tilt her face up, so she has no choice but to look at me.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I need something from you. I need you to give up all control. I’m so close to the edge, Mouse, that I need this from you.”

She blinks up at me as if she is trying to understand what I’m saying.

“Turn around,” I order, when she doesn’t respond.

She follows my command with less hesitation, now that I told her I wasn’t going to hurt her. I take her arms and pull them backward so they meet in the middle of her back, her forearms kissing each other. I start looping one of the belts around her forearms then wrapping the ends around the middle. Once done, I tighten them together.

I hold onto her arms and lower her face first onto the mattress. She turns her face, her cheek resting against the sheets.

“You have no idea how much it killed me to see you on that stage tonight.” I speak more to myself then her, watching as her tiny body shakes with unknown anticipation.

“I’m… I’m…” she starts to say, but I land a hard slap against her smooth ass cheek, cutting off her words. I massage the pink spot with my hand and lean over her body, my mouth finding her ear.