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SEVENTY-FOUR

AMETHYST

I lie on Xero’s lap, trying to consider my life choices, but it’s difficult with a draft caressing my bare ass cheeks. What the hell led me to be stuck between four men in my basement sent to kill me and the mass murderer keeping me hostage in my own home?

Both have nefarious motives, but I guess Xero doesn’t want me dead. At least not until he’s extracted every humiliating ounce of revenge.

Xero’s large, warm hand strokes my skin, making me shiver. The pulse behind my clit pounds so hard that I have to wriggle to ease a little of the pressure.

“Count the spanks,” he says in that familiar, deep voice.

I’m about to tell him to get lost, but the sound of heavy feet striking wood makes the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

My legs stiffen. “Xero. What if they escape?”

“Then you’d better take your punishment like a good girl, so we can handle those bastards.”

“We?” I shriek.

His hand whistles through the air and lands on my ass with a slap so hard that the sting reaches my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I say through clenched teeth. “One.”

Before I can even process the pain, he gives me another. My back arches, and I inhale a noisy gasp. “Two.”

He rubs my heated skin with his large palm, soothing the pain. I can’t relax, knowing that, at any moment, he’s going to deliver the third spank. My body tenses in preparation for another onslaught of pain.

“Relax, little ghost,” he growls.

“Easier said than done,” I say through clenched teeth.

The pad of his thumb dips between my cheeks to circle my pucker, which sends pleasant tingles to my core. Shit. I never knew that part of my body could be so sensitive. Maybe all my wires are crossed.

When his little finger slides close to my pussy, my inner muscles tighten. I part my thighs, hoping to distract him from delivering the other spanks.

Sure enough, his breath quickens, and the erection pressing into my hip expands. I dip my head to hide a smirk, my body going limp.

That’s right. Xero just got out of prison, and he spent all that time inside salivating over pictures of me and jerking off to the scent of my pussy. He’ll soon forget about spanking me for a crime I didn’t commit and start with the cunnilingus.

“Fuck, little ghost. You have the prettiest cunt.”

“Thank you.” I preen at the compliment and open my legs a little wider to give him better access to my clit.

“And it’s all mine.”

My jaw tightens. I’m not about to pledge any part of my body to this lunatic.

“Isn’t it?” he asks with a bit of bite.

“Xero—”

He delivers a slap so sharp that I whistle through my teeth.

“No wonder you were on Death Row. You’re so vicious!”

Slap!

“Oh, fuck.”

Slap, slap!

I’m wriggling from side to side, trying to launch myself off his lap, but he’s too fast, too strong, too much of a psychopath to give me even an inch of leeway. The spanks increase in intensity until my ass is a raw nerve.

“What the fuck?” I screech, loud enough for the neighbors across the street. “Let go! Help me! Fire! In number thirteen!”

With a bit of luck, someone will pound on the door and Xero will slither back to the cupboard under the stairs where he belongs. And I’ll flag down a patrol car. Anything to make him stop.

He pauses. “That’s six.”

Exhaling with relief, my body goes limp on his lap. “Thank fuck for that. Can you let me up?”

He rubs slow circles on my overheated ass cheeks. “You took that spanking like a very bad girl.”

“But I took it,” I mutter.

“Yet you failed to count them.”

“Wait.” I rear off his lap. “I did. You gave me six.”

He grabs my hair. “I don’t like liars.”

“I wasn’t?—”

Slap!

“Fuck!” I yell. “Seven.”

“Start again.” The next spank is so hard that my eyes water.

“One?” I ask, my voice breaking.

“Keep going,” he snarls and delivers another slap.

“Two.”

The pain is so acute that my clit throbs and swells in sync with my pulse. The humiliation makes the walls of my pussy clench. My body is so confused about this brutality that I’m achingly aroused. Tears prick my eyes, and I squeeze them shut, not wanting them to fall.

The next spank is equally as harsh, but he has the nerve to soothe it with his palm. His fingers dip into my slit with a wet sound that borders on obscene.

I clench my teeth, waiting for him to taunt me about getting turned on, but he moves on to circle my swollen clit.

“You’re a glutton for punishment,” he says.

“What do you—” Realization hits me like a palm to the ass. I forgot to count that last one. I squeak, “Three?”

When Xero’s finger moves off my clit, I groan. My hips rise toward his palm, needing him to finish this spanking so I can get more of this pleasure, but he only pushes them down.

“Please, Xero,” I say, trying not to whine. “I’m really sorry for not eating my breakfast.”

“And?”

“And for throwing cereal and milk in your face.”

“And?”

I gulp. What else does he want from me? I already explained why I couldn’t attend the wedding. Every other transgression in his mind was resolved with maiming or murdering. If I start making things up to fill the silence, I’ll only give him more ammunition.

“Sorry for accusing you of poisoning my breakfast?” I ask.

The next spank lands so hard that I cry out. My entire body shudders, and tears leak from my closed eyes. I don’t know why it took a brutal attack like this for me to fully realize that Xero Greaves is a monster.

“Four,” I moan.

Two more to go.

If I survive.

His thick fingers slide between my folds, gathering up all the moisture. Then he withdraws them and moans. “You smell so good, little ghost.”

I turn around, finding him licking those fingers clean. The chaotic part of my brain reminds me he’s distracted. I could slide off his lap, fling open the door, and run out into the street.

Common sense reminds me that I’m no match for a trained assassin. Xero would catch me before I leave the hallway and then restart the spanks. This time, without the attention to my clit.

Instead of trying to escape, I reach between our bodies and run my fingers over the thick shaft digging into my hip.

“Dirty little ghost,” he growls. “Is that your way of asking for my cock?”

“Yes?” I say.

“Count the next two spanks like a good girl, and I’ll give you more than you can handle.”

Shivers run down my spine. I might fear this maniac, even despise him a little for the damage he’s done to my ass cheeks, but there’s no denying he can make me feel good. He’s the only man who’s ever chased away my ghosts.

He rubs my clit with up-and-down strokes that make me quiver. Pleasure gathers in my core, and I let my thighs relax. If this is what it takes to get another orgasm, then I’ll gladly take those two spanks.

The next slap lands with a sting my body interprets as pleasure, then Xero rubs rapid circles over my clit. My nerves sizzle, and even more sensation rushes south. I’m panting, gasping, so close to coming that my toes curl.

Sweat breaks out across my brow, and I swear I feel it in the creases behind my knees. Just as my eyes roll to the back of my head, he stops to deliver a spank hard enough to slap me into sanity.

A climax implodes around my clit, sending shockwaves of rapture to every inch of my being.

“Fuck,” I scream, my pussy spasming.

Xero leans into me and chuckles. “I didn’t know you got off on pain.”

I want to tell him that I don’t, but an intense spasm cuts off my ability to speak. No one has ever made me come so hard. It feels like I’ve been plugged into a machine that’s taken control of my motor functions, because all I can do is jerk and spasm.

Before I can even finish, Xero eases me off his lap and onto my knees, so I’m sitting between his spread legs. I grip his thighs, trying to stay upright in the throes of orgasm, when he says something that’s muffled through the roar of blood between my ears.

I stare up at him, blinking stars out of my eyes, waiting for him to repeat the words I didn’t hear.

“Take it out,” he growls.

“Oh.”

With trembling fingers, I undo his fly and reach into his pants. His erection springs out, nearly hitting me in the eye. My mouth waters at the sight of his bulbous cock head. The Prince Albert piercing glints in the sunlight, inviting me to take a closer look.

I didn’t get the chance to explore it last night, and I’m aching to run my tongue up and down the skin above his Jacob’s Ladder. Will he shiver under my touch or moan? I need to have this beautiful creature under my control.

My tongue darts out to lick my lips, and my head drifts forward. I’m already salivating at the prospect of tasting Xero, but he holds me back with a palm.

“Bad girls who throw cereal in their master’s faces don’t get to savor their cocks.”

I rear back, my eyes narrowing, and glower up at his annoying features. Sunlight shines behind him from the window, turning the ends of his platinum hair into a halo.

With those angular features, full lips, and celestial blue eyes, he really does look like the Angel of Death. Does that make me an unworthy sinner? I’m the one on my knees, desperate to suck his cock, even though my ass feels like it’s been dipped in hellfire.

A thud makes the entire house shake, reminding me there’s a quartet of murderous rapists beneath the house, trying to finish the job they started.

“Fine,” I snap, trying to rise off my feet.

He shoves me back down with a palm on my head. “You’re going nowhere.”

“What?” I squawk.

Xero crosses his ankles behind my back, trapping me between his legs, and then strokes his long, thick shaft with slow, up-and-down movements that have me mesmerized. My pussy clenches and spasms, wanting to feel every ridge, every vein, every contour within my walls.

He’s magnificent and he knows it. Why else would he refuse my mouth?

“Keep your eyes on the prize,” he says.

“It’s nothing special,” I mutter, already cringing at such a blatant lie.

He chuckles, the sound soft. “You’re a compulsive liar.”

“Yeah.” I lick my lips. “Sometimes, when you can’t believe what your eyes are telling you, it’s better to make up your own version of the truth.”

His eyes soften. “What do you see?”

“A dirty angel stroking his obscenely large cock. ”

“I’m an angel now?” he asks with a smile of straight white teeth.

“That isn’t a compliment,” I mutter. “Lucifer was an angel.”

His grin widens, and he quickens his strokes. I don’t know which is more enthralling, his beautiful face or that magnificent cock. This situation is so surreal that it has to be a fever dream. Xero Greaves, the sexy voice that speaks to me every morning when I’m half asleep, is jerking off in my living room.

I’m even more convinced that I’m dead. Why else would he keep calling me his little ghost?

“Stay with me, Amethyst,” he says.

“Alright,” I reply, my voice breathy.

The legs around my back tighten, pulling me closer to his cock, and his hand quickens around that glorious shaft. A bead of precum glistens on the tip, threatening to spill over.

My breath shallows. “Can I have a lick?”

“Not if you ask so rudely.”

Shit.

I clear my throat, suck in a deep breath, and gaze up into those pale blue eyes. They’re like orbs of white fire, darkened with peeks of sky blue. I can’t tell if I’m looking into the face of my salvation or damnation, but I know that if he doesn’t let me lick that cum off his cock, I’ll die.

“Please, Xero,” I say, my voice breathy. “Please let me have a taste?”

“And reward your misbehavior?”

What’s left of my dignity tells me to stay silent. It’s only natural for someone to be skeptical of a man who ties them up in the middle of the night. And I only half believe the story that I fought him like a berserker. Apart from those scratches on his cheek, where are his bruises or any of the damage? He could have fabricated the whole story just to make me think I’m insane.

My gaze drops to that precarious drop of precum, and I find myself saying, “One lick? Please?”

“Beg for it.”

“Xero,” I say. “Please. I need your cock. Let me run my tongue back and forth over your slit. Let me have one tiny taste? I’m sorry for everything. Please forgive me, just this once. I just want to get close to you.”

“More,” he says, his fingers moving so quickly I can barely keep track of the movements.

“Xero. Don’t be mean.” My mouth drifts closer to his thick crown. “Just let me lick it. Let me kiss it. I’ll be good for the whole day if you let me have a taste. Just a little one. After that, I won’t give you any more shit. It just looks so good, and I didn’t get enough of it last night.”

Xero stiffens, just as my lips are inches away from his slit, and he erupts, spurting my face with jet after jet of warm liquid. I jerk back, but his hand is already on the crown of my head, holding me in position as he climaxes all over my face.

Cum gets in my eyes, up my nostrils, and in my mouth. I swipe my tongue over my lips, all traces of arousal gone.

It’s official.

Xero Greaves is an asshole.

And I hate him.

The moment his back is turned, I’m leaving him in the dust.