Chapter 41 #3
Xandros, however, has other plans. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my arm in a gentle, possessive gesture. “It’s still early,” he states, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity. “Surely there is something you want to do?” His question hangs in the air, waiting for my response.
The memories of a life before Xandros flood my mind, though now they feel distant and hazy.
What did I enjoy doing? I searched my thoughts, realizing my previous existence had been devoid of many options for leisurely activities.
However, a faint spark of recognition flickers within me.
“I used to enjoy reading,” I admit, a glimmer of nostalgia in my eyes.
Without hesitation, Xandros takes my hand in his and leads me through the corridors of the castle, guiding me toward the heart of knowledge—the library.
As we step into the grand room, I am enveloped in a sense of awe.
Towering bookcases reach toward the ceilings, their shelves cradling countless volumes of literature.
The warm glow of a chandelier bathed the room in an ethereal light, while the setting sun cast golden rays through the large windows.
Xandros gestures toward the shelves, his voice filled with genuine interest. “Take whatever books you want,” he encourages me.
I scan the titles, my gaze darting across rows upon rows of books.
War stories, westerns—genres I expected from a man like Xandros.
I bite my lip, hesitant to voice my preferences.
“They’re not really the sort of books I usually read,” I confess, hoping he won’t judge my tastes.
Curiosity dances in Xandros’s eyes as he presses me further. “What sort of books do you like, then?” he inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. I take a deep breath, summoning the courage to share my guilty pleasure.
“I enjoy romance,” I admit, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Xandros’s lips. “A romantic at heart, are you?” he mused playfully. “Well, then let’s go find a bookstore.”
“None would be open at this hour,” I remind him. He raises an eyebrow at me. “You forget who you are speaking to, nothing in this city is closed for a king,” he tells me.
A quick call later, and the store owners were preparing to welcome us despite the late hour.
As we enter the quaint bookstore, the scent of old paper and ink fills the air, and my heart quickens with excitement.
The shelves are a treasure trove of stories waiting to be discovered. Xandros and I wander through the aisles, exchanging whispers and laughter as we explore the world of literature together.
He plucks books from the shelves, reading their synopses aloud to me with a twinkle in his eyes.
The titles ranged from historical romance to modern-day love stories, their intriguing plots enticing my imagination.
Amidst the banter, his gaze falls upon a book with a slightly provocative cover, adorned with the promise of dark romance.
A playful smirk curves his lips as he thumbs through the pages, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Hmm, this one looks interesting,” he murmurs, his voice laced with an amused undertone. He stares down at the title, and his face erupts into a wide grin.
“Erotic Hysteria: A Tale of Forbidden Love,” he reads out loud. I lean closer, catching a glimpse of explicit illustrations inside that make my cheeks flush.
“Or maybe not,” Xandros chuckles, handing the book to the store clerk as he catches my glare.
His interest for the book is obvious.
“I might read this one myself.” He flicks through the pages and waggles his eyebrows.
“Definitely keeping this one,” he tells me enthusiastically as he takes in all its juicy details with childlike excitement as he flips the page, tilting his head. “Now that is an interesting position,” he hums, eye dancing with excitement.
“Or maybe not,” comes his lighthearted comment when I glare at him accusingly, he passes the book to the girl.
A mischievous glint dances in his eyes as he attempts to defend himself. “What? You can read book porn, but I can’t appreciate the art?” he teases, his arms wrapping around me from behind. His lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I’d be more than happy to provide a real-life interpretation for you,” he purrs, his breath warm against my skin.
“This is not book porn!” I tell him, waving my book at him. He raises an eyebrow at me, plucking the book from my hand while I try to snatch it back.
“I’ll be the judge of that!” he states. He holds it out of reach.
“Now, let’s see what my little hussy of a mate is into?” he says, intrigued while flicking through the pages.
“Not porn, huh?” he taunts. My face heats when Xandros suddenly clears his throat, glances at the cover. “Her Fae lovers…!.” He arches an eyebrow.
“Now, let’s see who this adulterer of an author is! This Jane Knight.” I try to snatch the book, knowing what he’ll find. I know her books far too well. “No, this is meant to be about a tantalizing plot line, we’ll see now,” Xandros mocks.
Nervously, I glance at the girl waiting patiently, my face heating. Great, she’ll think I’m a deviate. Yet nothing prepares me for Xandros to test his narrator skills.
“He sucked in a deep breath as he brushed his thumb over her clitoris. Working two fingers inside of her, marveling at the tight wet heat that surrounded his digits. Her soft gasping moan made him smile as he worked his fingers in and out of her.”
My eyes widen when he starts to read it out loud, my face flushing hot. I try to grab the book, and I am one step from tackling him to the ground. Xandros laughs but keeps reading in an overly feminine voice, adding in extra dramatized moans.
“Loving the way she moved her body against his, Merrow’s hand moved over Lola’s hip.
His fingers brushed against Lu’s wrist. Smirking, he met the other man’s eyes.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” “Shut up,” Lola growled as she wrapped her hand around the back of Merrow’s neck and pulled him closer…
” Xandros stops. “Wow, she is one frisky lady, there are two men!” he states.
“It has a good storyline,” I cringe at his facial expression.
“I fail to see this storyline between all the cocks she is taking,” Xandros growls, he flips through more of the pages. “Yep, more cocks, ooh what a surprise more cocks, she is one cock hungry lady.”
“Stop,” I snicker, trying to reclaim my book while the clerk laughs.
“No…no…I am trying to emphasize this storyline, we are just getting to the juicy bits.” I lunge for the book and nearly trip and Xandros catches me around the middle tugging me against him while holding the book out, so I can’t reach it.
“See right here. Merrow brought his hands up to tease her breasts as she moved her other hand past the waistband of his shorts. Her fists wrapped around his cock, stroking him in a jerky motion. Her body started to shake from the stimulation, and Lu’s voice was husky in her ear as he spoke.
“The way ye move against me, Lola,“ he said as he thrust against her again,”” He states with a fake feminine moan added to the end.
I playfully elbow him and push him away, refusing to indulge his teasing. “Is this seriously the type of books you read, with multiple men?”
“No, Xandros. I prefer to focus on the storyline,” I reply with a coy smile, determined to redirect the conversation. Just because I read it doesn’t mean I want to be with multiple men. I roll my eyes at the thought.
“Ah, so it is the plot line?” he chuckles, playing along.
The store clerk joined in our playful banter, adding her voice to the mix.
“Oh, that’s one of my favorites, too,” she chimes in, winking at me.
She straightens. “And the plot line is good, too,” she quickly adds. “But the spice,” she fans herself. Xandros turns his attention to the clerk, feigning a dramatic sense of shock.
“You’ve read this, too? I feel like I need to wash my mouth out, maybe even my eyes,” he quips, pretending to be scandalized.
I seize the opportunity to snatch the book back from his hands, determined to put an end to our playful back-and-forth.
“This is what you’re into? Wanting all holes filled?” Xandros whispers in my ear, his arms wrapping around me once again. He nibbles gently on my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I push him away. “No!”
“Good, because I am not a man who likes to share, though I am more than happy to fill you,” he growls and I sigh.
I am definitely not that sort of girl, one asshole is enough to try to survive, let alone finding two Xandros’ , I think to myself.
“The storyline seems intriguing, I only read half of it before you kidnapped me,” I retort.
“Storyline? What storyline, the discovery of her gagging on cocks, or are we talking about the tantalizing storyline of counting foreskins?” he mocks and I roll my eyes.
“Nope, if you’re reading that I am keeping my picture book, it has a good storyline, too.”
“Hmm, so what’s the story about?” I ask Xandros.
“Ahh, about... I’m sure it has one,” he tells me, and I smile deviously.
“So you want this one?” the store girl asks.
“Yes,” Xandros states.
“Sure, the storyline, I will pretend that’s the only reason you want to read it.” I laugh.
The store clerk chuckles at our exchange, clearly amused by our banter. I take the book he chose back from the clerk, holding it up.
“Well, if you’re interested, you might as well grab book two as well. I devoured both in two days,” she tells him.
“Oh, I liked book 2 better,” I tell her, shoving the book with erotic pictures into his chest before wandering off.
Xandros whirls around to face me, feigning outrage. “You’ve read it already?” I laugh softly while he points an accusing finger at me.
“And you’re complaining about my book tastes when you’ve read it? Unbelievable,” he teased, a playful glimmer in his eyes.
I held his gaze, my smile widening. “You don’t want to read it; you just want to admire the pictures,” I reply, teasing him in return. He sputters in mock offense, attempting to defend his intentions. We both know the truth: he wants some images for his spank bank!
“Fine, I expect a full rundown of the book,” I tell him.
For a few seconds, I’m not certain what he’ll do.
Xandros narrows his eyes as he glares at me.
It’s like an intense stare-down between two street cats, each one waiting for the other to look away first. Finally, I break the silence by laughing, knowing damn well I won’t get a full run down but seeing him squirm is worth it in itself.
His eyes sparkle deviously. “Fine, I’ll read it from front to back, only if we reenact the raunchy bits,” he purrs. I shake my head, following the girl to the counter, while he chuckles, following me.