Chapter 15 Declan
Xavier thinks that he’s leaving, but he’s not. I won’t allow it. The eviction was a brilliant idea. If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in trying to find him, I probably would have thought of it myself. I grab him by the arm and turn him to face me.
“Ronan, get out.” I tighten my grip as Xavier tries to pull free. “And I’ll be talking to Aunt Alessia about this,” I add.
“Fuck, try to help a guy out, and do I get a thank you? No, I get threatened with my mother. This is why I fucking hate to deal with people.” He mumbles, but leaves.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, I step closer to Xavier, invading his personal space.
He takes a step back and then another. I follow him step by step until his back hits the wall.
“Let me go, Declan. Now,” he grits out the words.
My little deer has teeth, and I like it.
The fiery heat in his eyes, the determined set of his jaw, the way he holds his chin up in clear defiance of me—fuck, it’s sexy as hell.
He is beautiful in his righteous fury. I move my hand to cup his throat.
“No.” I lean close to his ear. “You aren’t going anywhere.
You belong here. The fact that Ronan got you evicted is not on me.
Before he told you about it, you were happy to be here.
You melted into me when I kissed you. You were excited for my touch.
” I nuzzle my nose along the sensitive skin under his ear.
He unconsciously leans his head to give me better access.
His internal battle is so palpable that I feel it. He wants what I am doing to him.
“So I’m a prisoner here?”
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to take away your choice and make the decision for you? Would that make it easier to accept that you will be staying here? I can do that for you, but I won’t.
You can leave, but you won’t.” I move my lips across his jaw, placing small kisses on my way.
“You can say that’s what you want, but your body is saying just the opposite, and physical reactions never lie.
” I press my body against his. I can feel his thickening cock press against my thigh.
I grind against him, applying just enough pressure to stimulate him.
It should feel weird for me to be doing this to a man.
But it isn’t just any man. It’s Xavier, and he is mine.
“Besides, even with Ronan’s revelation, nothing about the situation has changed.
Even if you walk out that door right this second, you won’t be free of me. ”
His breathing has picked up, and I can feel his pulse quicken under my hand.
He wants this even if his brain is trying to talk him out of it.
I move my lips across his jaw, nipping at his skin until I reach his mouth.
I kiss the corner of his lips, then run my tongue along the crease of his mouth.
He takes an inhale of breath, parting his lips slightly, an invitation.
I kiss him hard—possessive and demanding.
He stiffens, but only for a second before he melts into me just like before.
I feel Xavier’s hands at my sides, gripping my shirt like it’s anchoring him to the present.
Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead to his. His breath brushes across my face. “Stop fighting what we both know is the inevitable, Xavier.”
“You know this is crazy, right?”
“Maybe,” I answer him before kissing him again. I can’t get enough of the feeling of his lips on mine, his eager tongue tangled with mine. I love the way he gives in to my dominance and control. I want more. I want to feel him surrender completely. His body goes lax, and he leans into me.
“I want you to be mine, Xavier. You want it to.” I look into his half-lidded eyes. The want and desire are there. The relief that he is no longer fighting to leave me is flooding my veins. Wrapping around me like a living, breathing thing.
Leaning down, I grip him behind his thighs and lift him.
His only recourse is to wrap his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck.
Not breaking the kiss, I walk with him wrapped around me to the bedroom.
I kick the door shut behind me. I know Ronan won’t be back tonight, but that doesn’t mean one of the others won’t just walk into the apartment.
I’ll have to make it clear that it’s off-limits, though limits will mean little to any of them.
Xavier lets out a squeak as I toss him onto the bed.
I like that he is so much smaller than I am; I can and will manhandle him.
He starts to scramble backwards, away from me.
He doesn’t make it far when I grab his ankle and pull him back flat in the center of the bed.
Straddling his hips, I wrap my fingers around his wrists, placing them above his head.
Sucking on his neck, I leave another mark on the opposite side from the one I left before.
If I have my way, he will be covered in my marks so everyone knows he belongs to me.
“Declan, please.”
“Please, what? Are you begging for me to do what we both know you want?”
“No.”
I move both wrists to one hand. With the other, I skim along his chest and stomach, slowly making my way to the bulge in his pants.
I cup his cock with my palm and squeeze it.
He arches his back and closes his eyes. “Do you still want to lie to me and yourself that you don’t want this—don’t want what I can do to you? ”
“I don’t,” he says breathless.
“Liar.” I grip the collar of his t-shirt and yank; it rips.
His chest is now on full display. From his porn on his computer, I know this is one of his fantasies.
Domination that I am more than happy to give him.
His nipples are pebbled and standing erect.
I pinch and pull them, and I get a moan from him in return.
It seems that he likes a little pain with his pleasure.
Good to know. I plan on giving him both.
I stretch my body over his and press him into the mattress with most of my weight.
Our cocks rub together through the fabric of our pants.
I rock my hips back and forth. He is falling apart beneath me, and I want to see him fall over the edge.
“Open your eyes, Xavier, and look at me. I want you to watch me as I take you apart.” I need his eyes on me. He needs to really see me. His chocolate eyes stare into mine, and I see everything. They are filled with fear, desire, want, and confusion.
“I will never hurt you, Xavier. But I will own you.” I take his mouth in a soul-deep kiss.
Between the kiss and the rocking motion of my hips, it doesn’t take him long to lose it completely.
He breaks the kiss and throws his head back against the bed.
He cums with a shout that quickly turns into a moan.
It’s almost perfect. The only thing missing is that I want to hear my name from his lips when he cums.