Resisting Xavier

3| Truckload of sins

Maya glared at Xavier's retreating figure pissed off that he was even trying to leave her again, she

turned on her heels following him outside.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? One second you are all hot and into me and the next you are damn

cold and trying to run away." She asked looking both confused and angry.

"Because I want you so badly and I shouldn't." He whispered more to himself.

Maya frowned as it suddenly occurred to her that she had not thought of the possibility of such an

attractive man having someone he was romantically involved with.

She shook her head wondering how in just a day she has been reduced from a woman who was living

her dream love life happily dating the love of her life to a woman who was so desperate to get a man

that she didn't mind leading a committed lover into the very same sin her ex-boyfriend had committed

against her.

"Do you love her?" She whispered when she finally found her voice.

Xavier glanced at her confused at her question.

"Who?" He asked.

She couldn't meet his gaze suddenly ashamed of her wanton like ungraceful behavior."Your girlfriend."

She whispered.

The thought that his unwillingness to get involved with her led her to such a ridiculous assumption did

not only amuse him but assured him that she was completely clueless of who he was.

The sound of his manly husky laughter alarmed Maya making her glare at him upset that he found her

discomfort amusing.

"Am I some sort of joke to you? Is that why you led me on?" She asked her voice slightly raised even

though all she felt like doing was rushing into any available cab with the remnant of her dignity, going

home, and wallowing in self-pity and tears.

"I don't have a girlfriend, a fiancee, or a wife," he stated watching her reaction and satisfied with the

relief that was written all over her face he continued.

"..... But it would have been preferable if I did have one of those because my identity would have you

running the other direction." He added.

"Are you a serial killer or wait a vampire?" She asked daringly taking his big tanned hands into her

much smaller ones. "Do you have claws that would suddenly appear if I am not careful?" She asked in

mock fright.

"You have a colorful imagination and you have been watching way too many horror movies and

thrillers for your good." He murmured smiling fondly at her and turning his back towards her wanting to

leave.

"Fine." She whispered still holding onto his hand, he turned, and instead of averting her gaze as

always, she met his cold blue piercing eyes.

"If your identity is the problem then I don't even want to know your name, you may even be Lucifer and

I would care less because all I want from you is a truckload of sins in one night and I would be in a

cathedral if I were looking for a monk."

She prepositioned her eyes still fixated on his, thrilled yet scared at how empty, dark, cold like a pit

which was hollow and full of darkness sucking in every chance of illumination his eyes were.

He smirked wickedly.

"You should have run when I gave you the opportunity, I would brand you and ruin you for any other

man after me." He sinfully whispered, a promise in his voice.

With a strong will fueled by the tequila she had taken, she stood on her toes, and sealing her fate she

closed the distance between their lips.

He growled letting go of all his restraints and like an awoken lion he consumed what he has been

offered so liberally.

Grabbing her and hoisting her around his waist, his mouth descended on her transforming the kiss

which was mild and gentle into a possessive duel as he wickedly plundered her mouth seeking to

possess her completely. She moaned granting him full access to her body as he fisted his hand around

her hair, invading, consuming her with his possessive mind-blowing kiss.

Short of breath, he released her as she took a mouthful of the oxygen she had momentarily been

denied of in the haze of lust.

"Tequila sure doesn't taste bad this way." She commented flushed.

She gasped as her core brushed against his very noticeable erection which was growing painfully

bigger and harder by the second.

"I want to be inside of you so badly." He whispered his eyes completely consumed with lust, making it

a shade darker.

Closing his eyes trying to gain control, he placed her back to her feet, and then holding her hand he

smiled at her.

"Follow me." He ordered like a man used to issuing decrees and rules, and as he expected she

followed him her eyes clouded with lust, desire, and of course tequila.

Xavier looked at Maya who was not a big fan of social media platforms or gossip soft sell magazines

and not interested in knowing who had made the face of the most eligible bachelor in New York twice

and heartless players thrice.

He was amused at her courage, her stubbornness, and the determination burning in her coffee brown

eyes.

He had tried resisting her, to be a good guy, to let her go but there was something about her that just

made his control snap, maybe it was her tempting sultry voice or the teasing gleam in her eyes that he

was looking forward to wiping off.

And replacing it with one of shock and awe once he had all his evil ways with her.

He couldn't wait to hear what she would sound like as he would ease his cock inside her inch by inch,

couldn't wait to see her eyes roll back in pleasure as she orgasmed, her pink little lips gasping for

breath.

Maya gaped at him in surprise as he stopped where his Rolls Royce was parked, her eyes were wide

open in awe as she took in the latest model of Rolls Royce parked in front of her, her dream car which

she had until now only seen in pictures, a car which was worth everything she owns.

"Rented it, not a big deal." He lied not wanting her to get a whiff that he was wealthy, he was enjoying

being just an average man and not being feared way too much to want to interrupt the flow.

She nodded even though she was wondering how much renting such a luxurious car would cost.

She almost purred as her body came in contact with the soft comfy leather seats.

"So comfortable." She whispered not able to help herself.

He chuckled.

"Standford hotel." He told the driver a middle-aged man he had recently hired a few weeks ago. He

had fired his former driver because he was a minute late to pick him from a business meeting.

Inefficiency was one attitude he couldn't tolerate in his staff regardless of the age difference.

He turned towards Maya who was still drooling at the car.

"So where were we?" He asked grabbing her and effortlessly placing her on top of his erection.

He smirked evilly as she visibly shuddered to feel the size of his cock which was anything but average,

but it was almost like he imagined her fear as she straddled him almost immediately rocking her wet

core directly against his cock.

The erotic sight of her biting her lower lip to stop herself from moaning while her eyes were closed, her

breast almost spilling out from her little black dress made him even harder if that was even possible.

"Fuck!" He moaned.

She clamped her hand over his mouth, he starred at her surprised at her scared expression.

"There is someone in the car, it would be disrespectful to be loud." She explained.