Yes, Master ✔️

Chp-9

Author Pov

Xavier stared at the girl sleeping beside him. Her face was pale as ice. Eyebrows were knitted. And a sense of peace was nowhere to be found. She looked in complete distress.

Weirdly he felt uncomfortable feeling crawling in his chest when his eyes fell on her lips which were burst out. They looked severely bruised and he knew he's the reason.

Peering his eyes away from her lips he again settled his psychotic gaze on her stressed-out face. Her beautiful chubby cheeks had a light blush on it. He remembered how she always becomes red like cherry whenever he kissed her.

Her beautiful brown hair was scattered all over the pillow. Their faces were only inches away. His arm was still wrapped around her bare waist.

Sighing heavily he remembered what happened between them a few hours ago. He almost had her but again. Her indirect rejection in the shape of those tears stopped him.

Did he felt bad? No. Did he stop because of her tears? No. Did he regret all the things he did to her? No. He regretted nothing.

He was so close in making her his. In claiming her everything. He remembered how he kissed her. How his jealousy made him so aggressive. How he touched her with no softness.

How he threw her on the bed and ripped her dress away. How his lips marked every inch of her beautiful flesh. How he felt an urge to not stop himself from letting his lips mark her again and again.

How her whimpers echoed in his ears. How her painful moans adorned his chest feeling proud at how she was writhing under him. How her trembling body was tangled against his desperate one.

He wanted her. He wanted to make her his desperately but he couldn't. He had to stop. He was forced to stop when her slight whimpers turned into loud sobs and changed into painful weeping.

He still remembered her words. For the first time in his whole life, someone's words hit him hard. For the first time on his psychotic mind, someone succeeded in ruling over it.

Flashback

Xavier was busy in biting her neck as her hands were holding his biceps. Her eyes were shut closed and tears were continuously falling down her eyes.

"Fuck your so beautiful." He groaned nestling his head deeper in her crook letting the hard kisses travel to her bare shoulder.

He decided to claim her. He was sure as hell to not let her off tonight. He wanted her under him all night. He wanted her trembling just the way she was doing right now.

He wouldn't let her off till he would be sated. And she's the only one who can make his beast calm but tonight he will calm only after having her.

His hand travelled to her sensitive part as he grabbed the waistband of her skirt pulling it off her body. His lips landed on hers roughly claiming them.

She was still. Stiff and silent. She knew this is the thing she was here for. She's his mistress and she can't do anything anymore. Her hands clutched tightly on his biceps as she whimpered in the kiss.

But all her control broke out when his hand landed on her undergarment. Ready to remove it. His actions halted when a cracked sob trembled through her throat reaching to her lips which trembled up his lips as well.

He slowly removed his lips from hers and retreated his hand from her inner body. His lips were still slightly brushing hers breathing heavily as he didn't remove his weight from her.

His bare chest was touching her covered one. She was only in her bra which he wanted to get rid of but his body froze. He stared at her face trying to find her beautiful forest orbs.