Xavier: (Indestructible) (15 page)

Xavier started eating more slowly, and he stared steadily at
her face, willing her to look at him.

Cassandra saw him from the corner of her eye but refused to
look at him. She was terrified to hear what he had to say.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispered. “That would kill me if
you stop seeing me and instead see a monster.”

Cassandra stopped eating, shocked by his words.
Monster?
What monster? What is he talking about?
Her gaze flew to him.

Xavier had also stopped eating. He looked tortured, his gazed
fixed on the wall away from her. It was now his turn to avoid her gaze. “Cass?”
he pleaded.

She carefully placed her plate on the bedside table, wiped her
hands and mouth with a napkin, and climbed down from the bed to go to him.
Silently, and with infinite tenderness, she took his plate of unfinished food
from him and placed it on the nearby dresser. She straddled his hard thighs and
finally met his gaze. It almost broke her heart to see the uncertainty and fear
in them.
X, angry, cold, passionate, loving and tender are emotions I’m used
to. This will not do.
“X, when I told you that I loved you, I meant it. I
love everything about you. And I have faith in who you are to love you, despite
the secrets that I don’t know about you. Never doubt my love, baby.” She bent
her head and kissed him briefly on his lips.

His dark gaze devoured her, glistening with emotion.

She smiled gently. “I thank God for allowing you to survive
bullets to the head and chest today. I thank Him for bringing us through a
plane crash, a fire, and a mad dash through the treacherous forest of this
island. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me sorry for that.”

“I…” His voice sounded hoarse, and his throat seemed clogged.
He swallowed and tried to speak again. “I’m a freak,” he whispered achingly.

“No, baby. You’re God’s gift.”

“How can you…?” Folding her close to him, he covered her lips
with his and kissed her passionately. He lifted his head and held her gaze.

Her heart felt as though it would jump out of her chest,
expanding and beating with love for him. She saw that same love reflected in
his onyx gaze. “Tell me,” she encouraged him.

At first his voice was hesitant, halting, and then he gained
confidence, as she continued smiling at him encouragingly. “I don’t know why I
survive when others don’t. All my life my body has blocked bullets and knives
from any mortal wounds. My body has survived car crashes and even bombs. While
I feel pain the same as any man, my body heals within hours of the injury.”

“I don’t understand,” Cassandra said softly. “What are you?”

“I’m a flesh and blood man, Cass.” He bent his head and his
voice lowered further. “I feel pain and will die like any other man. I’m just a
little more difficult to kill. I have some theories on why I am this way, but I
don’t know for sure.”

She placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head so he
could meet her gaze. “So I get that you’re basically indestructible, but how
did
I
survive that plane crash?”

“I refuse to lose one more person I love. I shielded you as
best I could,” he said hoarsely.

“You did a fantastic job. I barely have a scratch on me.” She
smiled tenderly at him. “Thank you for protecting me.”

He inclined his head in acknowledgement. “My father died when I
was a baby and probably had the same capability since no one on my mother’s
side had it. If anything happens to me, I need you to prepare our son.”

“Whoa!” She placed her palms in the middle of his chest and
pushed away from him. “We don’t have a son. And when we do, I expect you to
keep your ass safe to tell him yourself.”

“I will certainly try, baby. God, how did I get so lucky?” He
gazed at her in wonder.

“I don’t know, X. I think I’m the lucky one.”

He pulled her closer to him, captured her lips again, and
kissed her deeply. Gripping the fleshy cheeks of her ass, he pulled her tight
against his hard length.

Desire settled low in her belly. She ached to get closer to
him. Wiggling until the oversized T-shirt rode high above her thighs, leaving
her completely naked to her waist, she slid closer to him on his hard thighs.
Her effort to feel him beneath her was hampered by the towel around his hips.
Impatiently she pushed the towel from him.

He laughed deep in his throat at her frustration. He was soon
groaning, though, when she resettled her damp folds over his steely shaft.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ran her palm over his close-shaved head
and held him in place as she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth. He
growled as she ground her hips down on him. She glided her sensitive flesh over
his length from tip to base over and over again. The feel of his thickness
between her legs made her quiver violently with lust. She gripped him tighter
and rolled her hips hard on him, coating his sac and his broad cock with her
juices.

Holding her hips steady, he drove slowly, deeply into her heat.

She screamed into his mouth at the bone-liquefying feel of his
possession.

He released her lips, pulled the T-shirt over her head, and
discarded it. Continuing with deliberate, measured thrusts into her, he bent his
head and took the hard tip of her breast into his mouth. He sucked lustily of
the beaded nipple as he drilled up into her.

She tried to thrust down on him faster, but he held her hips
firmly, forcing her to endure his achingly slow loving. Popping one nipple out
of his mouth, he latched onto the other, wringing lusty cries from her lips. Over
and over again, he stroked his cock into her snug walls, abrading the sensitive
cluster of nerves deep inside of her.

“Oh God, Xavier,” she whimpered, her limbs trembling as she
helplessly splintered in ecstasy. Her inner muscles closed tight around him, forcing
a growl from his lips. He sank into her one last time as his seed exploded from
him.

After a quick shower, where Xavier held her under the warm
cascading water, his trunk-like legs braced apart as he lifted her to wrap her
legs around his waist, Cassandra purred with contentment, as though she was a
feline, as her swollen clit scraped against his granite phallus with every
sensual piston of his hips. With exquisite tenderness, he held her hips as she
rode him to another orgasm.

They made a makeshift picnic blanket on the floor and ate cold
chicken and salad after making love again on the queen-sized bed. Falling into
an exhausted sleep hours later, Cassandra snuggled against Xavier’s chest as he
held her throughout the night.

Qin pivoted with graceful fluidity on the balls of his feet
as he thrust his rapier forward. His opponent, an instructor he had brought
with him from Hong Kong, jumped nimbly out of his reach. They were both dressed
in all-white full-body armor with the exception of the protective head mask. He
hated the mask—it hid his opponent’s fear—so he never allowed it in his gym.

Qin was relentless, anger fueling his every movement. He
slashed and cut forward, no longer caring whether he injured or killed the
instructor. After he’d been told of the plane crash that had taken Cassandra’s
life earlier in the evening, all rational thought had deserted him. His men had
been ordered to intercept Cassandra before she boarded the ill-fated flight,
but they had gotten to the airport too late.
Fucking imbeciles!

Slash, cut, thrust. Qin coldly launched the vicious attack. The
instructor barely blocked his advances, but he didn’t dare retaliate. Three of
Qin’s bodyguards stood in the room watching the proceedings.

Slash, cut, thrust. Qin persisted with deathly intent.

Sweat covered the instructor’s face, and fear filled his eyes.
There was no possible way for him to survive what was coming.

“Master—” The instructor started to speak, but the sharp tip of
the blade was thrust across his throat almost severing his head from his body.
He crumbled lifelessly to the floor.

Pissed at the amount of blood now pooling on the tiled floor,
Qin glared at his guards. “Get this piece of shit out of here and clean this mess
up,” he snarled.

As his men dragged the body out of the room, Qin wiped his
blade before stalking from the room with the rapier still in his hand. Despite
his recent violence, he had still not dispelled the anger surging in his veins.
His movements were agitated and impatient.

“Master, one of the brothers is here to see you,” Sai said,
intercepting him in the hallway. “He has news,” Sai advised calmly, standing
perfectly still, waiting for further instructions.

“Get rid of him, permanently,” Qin said coldly.

“You may want to hear what he has to say,” Sai persisted.

“Come. I have some excess energy I wish to expend. I don’t mind
doing it myself.” Qin continued into the other room, where Dylan paced nervously.

“Mr. Kelly, you are quite stupid to show your face here,” Qin
drawled.

“They survived, Qin. My God, they survived,” Dylan said
excitedly.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Some of my contacts on Andros Island were supposed to do a
drop for us. They said that a plane crashed hours ago, but two people, a man
and a woman, walked out of the burning forest.” Dylan continued pacing in
agitated amazement. “They scared the fuck out of the Androsians who saw them.
Can you believe this shit?”

Qin stared at the other man for a long minute. Although his
cock had jumped to attention with the thought of having Cassandra at his mercy,
he was still pissed that this piece of shit had failed to deliver her weeks
ago. “Why are you here?”
No way am I going to show this bastard that I’m
still interested.
This time he would get Cassandra on his own terms
.

Dylan laughed nervously. “I…I thought you would want to know,”
he said lamely. “Man, Cassandra would make a beautiful wife for you. We can take
our business to a whole new level.”

“I see.” Qin twirled the handle of his rapier between his
fingers.
What makes this ass think I would ever marry a black woman? Why
would I taint my children’s blood? I should just kill him and be done with it.

“Perhaps Mr. Kelly can assist us in retrieving his sister from
the island,” Sai said coolly.

Qin gazed at his Dragon Tail and knew Sai was only trying to
soothe his temper. He turned on the balls of his feet and started out of the
room. “I will leave you to work out the details.” Qin stopped in the doorway.
“Sai?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Don’t fail again.” Qin strode to his playroom, anticipating
the young girl strapped to the padded wall.

This captive was extremely defiant. She believed herself in
love with her fiancé and had fought his men to the bitter end. Qin was looking
forward to her resistance. Having her beg him to take her was going to be especially
sweet since she hadn’t had sex with her fiancé yet. This one he intended
sending back so that she could remember how stupid the concept of love was. She
would remember every moment of being with him and begging him to take her.

To protect his identity, he adorned a mask and stepped into the
room.

“Please help me,” the girl whimpered. She was spread-eagle on
the wall, her arms restrained over her head and her legs restrained wide open against
the wall. His employees had done their job, and every strip of hair had been
removed from the girl’s body. She couldn’t hide her responses from him. Her
pussy juices were already streaming down her inner thighs at the sight of him.

“You’re not as beautiful as my Cassandra, but you at least have
a very nice ass. Don’t worry, sweet Melissa, I will fuck you every possible way
there is to be fucked.”

“How do you know my name?” she whispered fearfully.

“I know everything about you. I know you’re going to love
fucking me tonight.”

“No, please. I want to go home,” she insisted.

“I think I’m going to fuck your ass first,” he said drolly as
he unzipped his pants and began to undress.

Her eyes almost bugged from her head at the sight of him.

He stood before her now, naked except for the mask. She licked
her lips and started straining against the straps that held her.

Qin smirked, knowing that she was trying to get to him, not
away from him. He knew his body was in amazing shape, sculpted into a work of
art. “Women love bending over for me,” he told her as he palmed his cock and
ran his fist over the impressive length.

“Please, please take me,” she pleaded suddenly.

“What about your fiancé, Melissa? Do you remember him?” Qin
wanted her to remember her betrayal.

Her eyes clouded with fear. “Oh God, please don’t tell him,”
she pleaded again.

He stroked his cock again and moved closer to her.

She ran a long wet tongue over her lips. “Please, I just need a
few strokes to take the edge off.” She was almost sobbing now.

“What is your fiancé’s name?” he persisted.

“Fuck him!” she growled.

Qin laughed. “I would rather fuck you.”

“Please help me.” She sounded even more pissed. Her eyes
glistened, almost appearing to be in a delirious fever.

Qin just loved fucking with her mind. No one could resist this
drug of his ancestors. “I would much prefer to fuck you, Melissa.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“I will give you what you want, but you have to obey,” he warned
her.

She nodded in agreement. “Yes, anything please.”

Qin closed the remaining distance between them.

She started shaking violently at just his male scent. The tips
of her breasts appeared as though they were hard marble, her skin glistened
with a light sheen of sweat, and the lips of her pussy were drenched with her
essence.

He released the straps securing her feet first and then the
others at her wrists. Although he had anticipated it, he was still amused by
her immediate attempt to kiss him. He held her at arm’s length with easy
strength. “No, Melissa, I don’t kiss black girls. I’ll fuck you, but kissing is
not an option,” he told her coldly. He had deliberately hardened his voice. No
way was he going to seduce her further.

“Please,” she sobbed.

“Tell me, Melissa, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No, that’s a sin.”

Qin laughed.
Oh yes, before this night is over, she’s going
to betray her man and her God.
“I’m going to fuck that ass, Melissa.”

“No, that’s an abomination!” She started taking steps away from
him.

Qin reached out and run the rough pad of a finger over her beaded
nipple.

“Oooooh!” she screamed as her body dissolved into an orgasm,
trembling violently.

Qin waited until her body calmed down from that release. “Ask
me to fuck that ass, Melissa,” he demanded, trailing his fingers over her
stomach.

She started quivering again, her body begging to be possessed. “Oh
please, please.” She squirmed where she stood, looking at him as if he was her
first meal after months of starvation.

“Ask me. Say, Master, please fuck my ass,” he instructed her.
He slipped a thick finger in her pussy.

“Oooooh,” she moaned loudly, and tears leaked from her eyes at
the bliss of it.

He withdrew the finger and stepped out of her reach.

She cried out in frustration.

“Ask!” His voice had grown hard again.

She looked him directly in the eyes and growled, “Master,
please fuck my ass!”

“Bend over and touch your ankles,” Qin demanded calmly.

With tears of frustration in her eyes, Melissa eagerly did as
he demanded.

Oh yes, I can always depend on black girls having amazing
asses.
Qin wasted no time in impaling her.

She screamed with lust and pain throughout the night.

***

Xavier awoke slowly to a throbbing in his balls and an
insistent sucking on his dick. He growled as the pleasure of it sizzled up his
spine. Cassandra’s silky body was sprawled on top of him. Her hips straddled
his chest, and her head was buried beneath the covers with her lips and hand
wrapped around his hard length. She had obviously been at it for awhile. The
tip of his cock was being sucked down her throat, and she had the base palmed
with her fingers working feverishly, gliding up and down trying to feed more of
him into her hot mouth.

He was already leaking pre-cum, and she was hungrily sucking
and swallowing every drop of him. This made his eyes cross with lust and his
throat to go dry from the need to also taste her. He gripped her thighs and
pulled her sex over his face.

She growled a protest as some inches of his cock slipped from
her mouth before she greedily sucked him back in again.

 He lapped up her soaked pussy with his tongue. Each stroke of
his tongue made her tremble with need. She hummed and moaned lustily as her
tongue curled around his broad head. He pulled her plump clit into his mouth
and sucked hard on the sensitive bud. Her essence drenched his face as she came
hard. Her throat closed over him, and her fingers gripped his balls hard. He
roared as his seed flooded her mouth.

He turned her a few moments later and kissed her deeply, loving
the taste of their combined juices on each other’s lips. He slipped his still-hard
length into her heat and rocked them both to another orgasm. Cassandra curled
into him afterward and promptly fell asleep.

Xavier rolled to his feet to stand beside the bed an hour
later.  The loud sound of the wind outside had awakened him moments ago. The
room was in complete darkness, only a sliver of light visible from beneath the
door. It was impossible to tell what time it was. However, he felt well rested
and knew he had at least slept seven hours. He knew it was late in the morning.

The noise from the outside could clearly be heard, and the
fresh, purifying scent of rain perfumed the room. He tried to move around the
room without making a sound and without waking Cassandra, but that was a
painful endeavor. He kept stabbing his toes into furniture and even toppled a small
side lamp from a desk.

“What’s going on?” Cassandra asked him groggily.

“I don’t know yet, but it looks like the storm has
intensified,” he said grimly. “The electricity is out, and I can’t see a damn
thing.”

Her husky laugh filled the room. “Yeah, that’s what normally
happens during a hurricane.”

“I can’t see to put on my damn pants!”

Cassandra laughed again. “Did you try opening the door a little
so you can see?”

“Did I mention that I don’t have any pants on?” Xavier
muttered.

“I’m sure there’s no one out there waiting to get a peek at
your Mr. Johnson.”

He gave a short bark of laughter. “My what?”

“Your Mr. Johnson, Mr. Wee Wee, nah, that’s not right. Your
long dong dong,” she teased.

“You have no respect.” He moved to open the door slightly.

“I stand corrected.” Cassandra giggled as she lifted her head
and leered at him. “That’s a python!”

Xavier dropped down on top of her and held her to the bed. “There’s
a price to be paid for making fun of your man.”

She grinned up at him. “I—”

A strong gust of wind blew through the door, bringing in some
rain and debris from the outside. Xavier sprung from the bed to close the door.

They were again plunged into darkness.

“Damn, the carpet is already wet.” Xavier stumbled about the
room again, finally found his pants, and pulled them and his boots on.

“Living in Florida, I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of
hurricanes.”

“I have, but not in surroundings quite this primitive. I’m
going out to find us some food and light.” Xavier opened the door again to go
out.

“Now that’s what
I
like. My man going out into the
wilderness to hunt and bring meat to our humble abode.” Cassandra giggled when
he frowned at her. “I feel like one of those women from the frontier.”

Xavier shook his head at her teasing. “Behave until I get back.”
He closed the door behind him and was immediately soaked with an onslaught of
rain and wind. The wind gust was so strong that he fought to take each step in
his eight-yard walk to the door leading to the lobby area of the hotel. The
manager of the hotel must have seen him coming because he opened the door as
soon as Xavier arrived in front of it.

“I was just coming to bring you some food and drink,” the
manager shouted to be heard above the wind and rain. He closed the door behind
them, and Xavier walked behind him farther into the lobby. An older dark-skinned
woman, watching their progress into the room, smiled when Xavier nodded at her
in greeting.