Vicious Secret: A Dark College Romance

Chapter 47

Idig my nails into my palms, indecision warring within me. Xavier can overpower me in an instant, but does that mean I shouldn’t fight him? The truth is I don’t want to.

Xavier wanting me is something I can’t walk away from.

When I sink to my knees, his gaze flares with lust. “That’s my good girl,” he says, his voice rough.

Now my eyes widen. His praise is a reward, a small dose of his affection, and the way it affects me is a weakness. It makes me crave his approval.

I swallow the nerves gathering in my throat and stare up at him, unsure what he expects of me. Embarrassment, along with excitement, heats my face. He’s aware of my innocence, but I have no idea if he knows about my inexperience when it comes to this type of thing.

He unbuckles his belt, and my eyes track the movement. After pushing his pants and briefs down, his cock juts forward. It’s long, thick, and hard. The tip glistens, and my eyes widen further.

Xavier’s gaze drops to my mouth. “You’re going to learn to obey me.”

“Or what?”

He wraps a hand around his cock and strokes the length of it from base to tip, ever so slowly. I stop breathing at the erotic sight. It makes me want to touch him, to be the one gripping him.

He smirks. “Or I”m going to fuck this mouth of yours until it says what I want to hear.”

Xavier steps forward and brushes the tip of his cock against my mouth. He paints my lips with his pre-cum and then traces my cheek with his fingers.

“You’re mine, Delilah. Mine to take. Mine to keep. Now, open, pretty girl.”

When I open my mouth, he slides inside, a groan escaping him.

“Fuck.”

Xavier thrusts slowly, going deeper each time, until I gag. His hand goes to my hair, and he grips the strands to the point of pain. It only intensifies the sensations coursing through me. My pussy flutters the second I imagine his cock inside me instead of in my mouth.

“You’re going to have to learn how to take me deeper.”

He increases his speed, and I grip his thighs, digging my nails into his skin.

“Look at me,” he rasps. “Let me see your eyes while I fuck this pretty mouth.”

My gaze flicks upward, and he stares down at me, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of lust and reverence.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Xavier’s praise has my arousal spiking and my pulse quickening. I moan, and the sound vibrates around his length. He throws his head back, his jaw clenched.

“Do that again.”

I oblige, and he fucks my mouth faster. My eyes water, and I gag as he hits the back of my throat. He pauses and eases back before doing it again.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl for me.”

When I whimper, his entire body tenses. His grip on my hair tightens, and his thrusts become erratic. I relax my throat, letting him go as deep as possible. Xavier fucks my mouth with a savagery that steals my breath, his control slipping as he chases his pleasure.

In this position, on my knees with him towering over me, I’m the one in control. He needs me for his pleasure. Knowing I’m the reason he’s going to orgasm is a high that I’ve never felt before. To have this powerful man at my mercy is intoxicating. Now I understand why he made me come during the Bride Hunt.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he growls. “But you’d better not fucking swallow.”

His words are like a bolt of lightning straight to my clit. My nipples tighten, and I moan, wanting more. I need to come almost as much as he does.

Xavier pumps his hips, his cock pulsing as he empties into my mouth. It’s hot and salty. When he pulls out, the cum dribbles out of the corner of my mouth.

He slides his finger underneath the collar of my shirt, the movement silencing me. He studies my mouth with an intensity and a hunger that makes my body tremble, but I remain still. The air is charged with electricity, and my body vibrates with awareness.

“Take your shirt off,” he says.

I hesitate because I have nothing underneath. By the time I remove his shirt and cover my breasts, he’s put his cock back in his pants. I don’t have time to be disappointed because he yanks me to my feet. When he speaks, his voice is rough with lust. With dominance.

“Open.”

He slides his thumb along the seam of my mouth and presses it to my tongue. Xavier’s eyes flicker as he watches me. I can only stare up at him.

He sweeps his thumb through the cum pooling in my mouth before going to stand behind me. He takes my hair and places it over one shoulder. Then he drags his thumb over the skin of my back just under my neck.

I don’t move, and I can’t talk because I have his cum in my mouth. He occasionally dips his finger inside to coat it before drawing on my back again. The cum begins to dry by the time he’s standing in front of me.

“Now you can swallow.”

I do. “What did you?—”

He tweaks my nipple, and I groan. Xavier grins, and his eyes sparkle with something dark and wicked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”