Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I'm afraid of being stuck there forever. And I'm afraid that if I do break for either one of them, that's exactly what's going to happen.
"Tell me which one I am, Tallulah," he whispers in my ear again. "Tell me which one you want me to be?"
"Xavier." The word escapes from my lips before I can stop myself. "I want you to be Xavier, please be Xavier."
He chuckles as if this is all a joke to him. I wish I could rip the blindfold off my eyes right now. It would make everything so much easier and I could force him to stop playing these games with me. Gone is the training I endured to become an assassin. I've forgotten all of it now. Nobody ever told me these lessons evaporate into thin air, disappearing the moment you meet your soulmate.
"I never would have killed Xavier. I never would have gone through with it," I whisper. "Even when I stabbed him, I did it in a spot I knew wouldn't kill him."
"You're a useless little whore, aren't you?" he whispers against the shell of my ear. "You can't even kill the man who did something so awful to your family."
"It wasn't my debt to pay. It was my parents and they made me do it even though I resisted it. They knew how much I loved him. They should have anticipated this happening."
"Stop crying about mommy and daddy," he hisses in my ear. "They're long gone. It's just you and me. And you still have an answer to give me, I'm not going to keep asking! Which one am I, Xander or Xavier?"
I struggle against the restraints and the chains jangle as I try to break free of them. But there is no running, and a scream rips itself from my lips as I struggle in frustration fruitlessly.
"I hate you," I spit out.
"You hate me," he repeats. "Which one, angel, Xavier or Xander?"
"Both of you,” I hiss. "Stop playing these tricks on me. You are fucking with my head. You know I'm never going to come back from this. If you break me now, I'm going to end up in pieces forever."
"Maybe that's exactly what I want," he says and I can imagine that signature smirk playing on his lips.
Fuck.
I'm already imagining him as Xavier. How is he doing this? How did he manage to crawl into the darkest corners of my mind? It feels like he's orchestrating this concerto, the buzz in my mind louder and louder, needier and needier.
"Maybe I want you in pieces for what you fucking did to me."
A sharp gasp rips itself from my throat as I realize what he's just admitted to. As if he wants to solidify his words, he rips the blindfold off my eyes and I'm faced with the face I love to hate so much.
Xavier Gunn.
He's right in front of me.
"Where's Xander?" I whisper.
"There never was a Xander," Xavier whispers in my ear, tracing his fingertips across my skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. "It's been me all along, angel. Did you like everything I did to you? I have to say, I was a little disappointed we didn't manage to get you pregnant. But not to worry. I'm sure we've accomplished that by now."
My stomach sinks as I realize what he's telling me. That it's been him all along, fucking with me, playing those perverted games and leading me to believe it was Xander all along. I'm disgusted by Xavier's actions, but I'm even more disgusted by myself, because the mere fact that I know the truth now is making me more wet than ever.
Xavier seems to sense that, walking right up to me and pressing his fingers against the entrance to my pussy, making them slick with my wetness.
"Look at you, little angel," he tells me with a dark grin. "I knew doing this would get you fucking wet. I bet you can't wait to feel me inside you now that you know what I'm capable of. This is what you always dreamed of, isn't it?"
I look up at him and something breaks inside me. As I stare up at the man who was supposed to protect me from everything in this world that could have hurt me, I allow myself to break for him.
But I also feel puzzle pieces falling into place and aligning.
"I'm giving you exactly what you wanted, sweet Tallulah," he says, tipping my chin back with his thumb, so I'm forced to look deep into his eyes. "Now admit I broke you. Admit I took everything away from you like no one else ever has and no one else ever will. Tell me you're mine."
Things I never even thought possible bloom inside me like a beautiful garden of fresh roses thriving under that gardener's care. I don't need to tell him the truth because we both know it, and yet I can't stop myself. This time, I want to thank Xavier properly. I wanted him back and here he is. I survived his final test.