Page 29 of Haunted (Blackwood Brothers #1)

MIRA

T he water laps against my skin. Still, nothing compares to the heat radiating from Xavier as he positions himself between my spread thighs. The chains around my wrists hold me suspended, helpless, every nerve ending alive with a sensation I’ve never experienced before.

My mind feels fractured, split between the woman who came here seeking truth and this woman who’s drowning in lust. The fear should be overwhelming—and it is—saturated in arousal so intense I can barely breathe.

Every pulse of adrenaline through my veins seems to pool between my legs, making me ache in ways I didn’t know were possible.

I should hate him. This gorgeous, dangerous man has manipulated me. He has turned my investigation into this twisted game where I’m the prize. But as his hard length presses against me through the soaked fabric, logic abandons me completely .

“Please,” the word tears from my throat before I can stop it.

His gray eyes burn into mine, as if with a single glance, he could unravel every secret I’m trying to hide. “Please, what?”

The colored lights beneath the water cast shifting patterns across his face, making him look like some dark god. His grip on my hair sends sparks of pain and pleasure racing down my spine, until I arch against the chains without thinking.

I can no longer form coherent thoughts. There’s only this—the water supporting me and Xavier’s massive presence consuming every sense I have.

The sensation of the wet silk, even as little as there is, flows against my skin with the water’s motion.

It’s barely noticeable compared to the weight of his gaze.

“I can’t...” I gasp, my hips moving instinctively toward him. “I need...”

The words won’t come. My body knows what it craves, even if my mind rebels against it.

His thumb traces my lower lip, and I find myself opening my mouth, drawing the digit inside, and sucking without thought. The salt of his skin mingles with chlorine on my tongue, and the sound he makes—low and possessive—sends liquid fire to my core.

"Breathe," he murmurs, his voice like velvet. "Stop thinking. Just feel."

God help me, I want to.

The water ripples around us as Xavier shifts, his erection sliding against my core .

“Xavier,” I breathe, my voice breaking on his name.

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he rocks his hips slowly, deliberately, letting his length drag against my clit. The friction sends a shudder through my entire body, and I strain against the chains, desperate for more contact.

“Please,” I gasp, but he maintains his maddeningly slow rhythm.

Up. Down. The head of his cock catches against my swollen flesh, and I cry out, my head falling back. The colored lights blur together as pleasure threatens to tear me apart.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my throat. “You’re going to feel every second of this.”

He increases the pressure, and I can feel how wet I am beyond the water surrounding us. My body eradicates every rational thought I’ve ever had about this man.

“I can’t—” The words come out as broken, fractured syllables. “Please, I need?—”

“What do you need?” His voice is rough velvet, and he punctuates his question with another devastatingly slow slide of his cock against my clit.

My thighs shake where they’re spread around his hips, every nerve ending within me is screaming for more, for him to stop this exquisite torture and take me. The chains bite into my wrists as I pull against them, my body arching desperately toward his.

“You,” I whisper. “I need you.”

Xavier’s eyes flash, and he adjusts his angle. The next pass of his cock against my clit tears a broken sob from my throat. I’m trembling now, every muscle taut with desperate need.

“Say it again,” he commands, his hips never stopping that relentless, torturous rhythm.

“I need you,” I repeat, louder this time. “Please, Xavier. Please?—”

My voice cracks completely as another wave of sensation crashes over me. I’m drowning in want, in the feel of him sliding against me, promising everything while giving nothing.

The moment Xavier slams into me, my world explodes.

The orgasm hits like lightning, tearing through every nerve ending. My back arches violently as pleasure so sharp it borders on pain crashes over me in waves. I scream—a sound that echoes off the water and walls.

“Fuck,” Xavier growls against my neck. “Jesus Christ, Mira.”

He’s buried deep inside me, stretching me perfectly, and I can feel him trembling. His control—that iron discipline that’s defined every interaction we’ve had—cracks completely as he groans my name like a prayer.

“Your cunt,” he pants, his hips grinding against mine. “Fuck, it’s so tight. So perfect.”

The water sloshes around us as my orgasm goes on forever. Every thrust sends fresh waves of torment through me, and I can barely form a coherent thought through the white-hot pleasure .

“Xavier,” I sob, my voice breaking. “Oh God, Xavier?—”

He pulls back before driving into me again, and I shatter anew. The sensation of him filling me completely, owning me in this moment, is everything I didn’t know I needed. The fear, the anger, the confusion—it all burns away under this overwhelming wave of release.

“God, I’ve been wanting this,” he rasps against my ear, his movements becoming desperate. “Wanted you from the moment I fucking met you. You’ve been driving me fucking insane.”

His admission sends another spike of pleasure through me. To know he’s been as affected as I have, that this consuming need isn’t one-sided—it overwhelms me.

I’m lost now, reduced to nothing but want. The chains around my wrists hold me steady as he moves within me, each thrust hitting the magic spot deep within that makes me cry out. My pussy clenches around him, and the sound he makes in response is pure male satisfaction.

"God, woman," he groans. "Squeeze my cock like that."

The words should shock me, but they don’t; they send heat spiraling through my core. Everything about this moment—the vulnerability, the raw honesty of our bodies together, the way he’s looking at me like I’m precious even as he takes me roughly—it’s more than I can process.

All I can do is feel .

Xavier’s mouth crashes against mine with desperate hunger, and I kiss him back as fiercely. This isn’t the calculated, controlled man who’s been manipulating me—this is a man completely undone, and knowing I’ve caused this transformation is like having kerosene running through my veins.

“Mira,” he groans against my lips, my name a broken prayer. “Fuck, what you do to me?—”

His hips drive forward harder, deeper, and I cry out into his mouth. The chains bite into my wrists as I strain toward him, no longer trying to escape but desperate to get closer. Every wall I’ve built crumbles under the onslaught of sensation and emotion.

“Yes,” I gasp between kisses. “Yes, Xavier?—”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants, his movements becoming more urgent. “So tight around my cock. Made for me.”

The praise sends shivers down my spine. His hands grip my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises, but I don’t care. I want his marks on me as proof this moment existed.

“I fought this,” he confesses against my throat. “Fought wanting you so much it was driving me insane.”

My heart pounds as he admits what I’ve been feeling, too—this pull between us that’s been building from the moment we met. I should be analyzing this vulnerability and exploiting it, but all I can do is surrender.

“I’m done fighting,” I whisper, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me.

Xavier’s rhythm falters for a moment, his ice-blue eyes searching mine. Then he's kissing me again, pouring everything into it—possession, need, devotion that feels dangerously close to reverence.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “My good girl.”

The endearment breaks my resolve. I’m no longer Mira the journalist or Mira the fighter. I’m his, completely and utterly, in ways that should terrify me.

“Harder,” I beg. “Please, Xavier?—”

He responds immediately, his thrusts becoming brutal and perfect. The water churns around us as he takes me exactly the way I need, the way my body is screaming for. Each thrust of his hips sends sparks through my core, building toward a release so intense that it promises to destroy me completely.

“Take all of me. You can handle that, can’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I sob, my body clenching around him. “Yes, I can take it?—”

Xavier’s mouth moves to my breasts, his lips hot against my water-slicked skin. “Perfect,” he growls against my nipple as he tugs the sheer fabric away before taking it into his mouth. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

The sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his cock drives deep inside me makes me arch, my body straining against the chains. Every nerve ending screams with pleasure as he alternates between gentle suction and the sharp edge of his teeth.

“Xavier,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Oh God?—”

His hand cups my other breast, thumb rolling over my nipple in rhythm with his thrusts. The dual sensations—his mouth working one breast while his fingers torment the other, all while he fills me completely—send scorching sparks through my entire body.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with admiration. “Your body was made for this. Made for me.”

He switches sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast. His tongue traces patterns that make me sob with need, and when he bites down gently on the sensitive peak, my pussy spasms around him.

“That’s it,” he praises, his hips driving harder. “Squeeze my cock just like that. You feel so fucking good, Mira.”

My head falls back as an overwhelming sensation crashes over me. The way he worships my body with his mouth while fucking me so hard—it’s too much and not enough all at once. Every thrust hits the spot that makes me see stars.

“You’re incredible,” he pants against my breast, his movements becoming more desperate. “The way you take me, the sounds you make—fuck, you’re everything.”

His words send liquid fire straight to my core. The praise, the reverence in his voice as he tells me how good I feel—it breaks down every defense I have.

“I’m close,” I sob. “X-Xavier, I’m so close?—”

"Come for me,” he commands, “Come all over my cock while I fill you up.” Then his mouth seals over my nipple again.

The combination of his words, the suction on my breast, and his relentless thrusts forces me toward the edge. My body coils tighter and tighter, every muscle straining toward release.

“Now, Mira,” he growls. “Come with me?—”

His rhythm becomes erratic, and I feel him swelling inside me. The knowledge that he’s as lost as I am pushes me over the precipice.

I shatter completely.

My orgasm tears through me with devastating force, my body clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure consume me. Xavier’s name becomes a broken chant on my lips as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

“Fuck, yes,” Xavier groans, his own release hitting him. “That’s my good girl?—”

He drives deep one final time, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. The feeling of his cum flooding me sends fresh aftershocks through my core, and I sob his name as we ride out our climaxes together.