8: Denied Climax

LILLIAN

Xavier’s home was a pent house in one of the very man and expensive apartment complexes he owned in the city.

I wouldn’t lie, it exudes an air of understated luxury.

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator and into the spacious living area, and I couldn’t help but be struck by how chic yet cozy it was. Xavier had impeccable taste, I would give him that.

That interior design was a blend of modern furnishing and plush accents that excused an aura of refined elegance.

I was so used to things being extravagantly luxurious and flashy but this house just proved to me that there was luxury in simplicity. And for a billionaire, Xavier’s space was rather minimalist, devoid of any fancy stuff to show off his obvious wealth.

Instead, the space was adorned with tasteful artwork and carefully curated decor.

Everything about this place screamed class but the last thing I would do is admit it to Xavier.

“I guess you can take a person out of poverty but never the poverty out of a person,” I remarked with faux distaste, causing Xavier to stop walking. “Your home is so boring.” I added, wanting to get under his skin the way he was getting under mine.

But all he did was chuckle.

“Well, it’s your home now,” he said, throwing his hands around to gesture around him. “So get used to it.” He added and I glared at him, not having anything to retort back.

He turned back around and started walking towards the stairs.

“Follow me,” he ordered. I rolled my eyes but still heeded, following behind him till we got to a bedroom.

His bedroom.

As soon as the door closes behind us, we were enveloped in a cocoon of privacy. Xavier turned around and his piercing gaze met mine. I fought the urge not to shiver beneath his intense look.

“Don’t tell me that I’m sleeping in here with you.” A frown contorted on my face.

“Where else did you think you would be sleeping, Lillian?” He asked me, his eyes challenging. “Your clothes have already been arranged in the closet and everything you need has already been set. We are married after all.” He smirked.

That stupid… stupid smirk.

I couldn’t suppress the surge of anger that coursed through me.

“We might be married but we both know that you didn’t give me so much of a choice!” I spat at him.

“It wasn’t my doing,” he raised his hand in mock surrender. “Your idiot brother shouldn’t have gambled away all your family’s hard earned money.” He mocked.

“I’ll never love you, Xavier.” I blatantly told him. “I might have married you but I’ll never fall for you! And I’ll never let you touch me.”

Xavier’s curled into a cold smiles, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

“I don’t need your love, Lillian,” he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance. “I just want to own you, and now I do. And trust me, I don’t need your permission to touch you. You are mine, so I can touch whenever I want and however I please.”

His words sent a chill down my spine, unsettling me, but I refused to let it show.

“You are delusional.” I bite back.

“Am I?” He bobbed his head to the side, challenging.

One moment he was standing a couple of feet away from me, and the next moment, I was pinned against the wall, both hands clasped together in one of his and trapped over my head, his body pressed against mine and trapping me between him and the hard wall.

I gasped at the suddenness of this, struggling against him but he didn’t budge. He was way too strong.

“What the fuck are you doing!” I snapped at him. “Let me go right now!”

“This is me proving to that I am not delusional and I can, in fact, touch you whenever and however I want.”

His knee pressed between my thigh, pushing them apart and his free hand disappeared into my dress. My eyes widened as I got a whiff of what he was about to do to me.

“Xavier, don’t!” I ordered.

“Not so feisty now, are you?” He smirked sardonically, his hand disappeared into my lace panties and his fingers stroking my mound.

I gasped at the feeling of his cold hand brushing my flesh, and in no time, I began to feel a tingling sensation building up between my thigh, more to my absolute humiliation.

But I kept a straight face and stared him right in the eye, to prove to him that he won’t get a reaction for him. But, Xavier saw my defiance as a go-ahead to amp things up.

His fingers started moving, delivering slow torturing strokes to my mound, and I involuntarily whimpered, my breath coming out in small, shallow pants.

“Come on, Lillian,” Xavier spoke, his voice breathless and almost like a persuasive growl. “You don’t have to act like you are not enjoying it. I won’t judge,”

“Go to hell,” I bite back, my voice equally as breathless, ending with another soft whimper.

Xavier chuckled in response, and then, without warning, he buried his middle finger knuckles deep inside me, punching a loud, strangled moan out of me, tearing down all the bravado I put up.

I couldn’t help myself anymore.

My head fell back as fits of moans escapes my lips. His thumb circling my clit wasn’t helping matters, eliciting gasps and sigh-like moans from my lips as he played with the sensitive nub.

“Yeah, that’s it…” he brought his face to my neck and whispered against my skin, making me shiver. “Fuck! You are so wet!” He groaned, the timbre in his voice being the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a long time.

And I hate that I just admitted that to myself.

My body responded to his touch against my wish. I could feel my walls clench around his finger, pulsing. When he withdraw gia finger and pushed back again, I nearly lost my shit, biting down against my lip to muffle my cry of pleasure. He curved his finger inside me and massage my g-spot.

Oh my… I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

In no time, I began to feel myself cresting, getting closer and closer to climax.

Yes, that’s it!

Yes!

Yes!

Ye—

All of a sudden, I felt empty and my eyes flew open. Xavier had removed his finger, denying me of my climax.

What the hell!

He releases me from his hold and moved away from me, standing few feet away with his lips curved in a coy smile.

I stared at him in utter disbelief.

“Now you know that I own every single part of you,” he said, and I stared back at him, breathless and speechless, not even knowing what to say back.

He did that just to prove a fucking point!

I wanted nothing more than to stab him.

“My instruction still stands,” he kept speaking. “We will be sharing a room and we will always share a room whether you like it or not. You cannot defile me, and you know it.” He deadpanned and a wave of revulsion washed over me.

I recoiled at the thought of being forced into such intimate proximity with him, my stomach churning with disgust.

“I’ll kill you one of these days,” I spat, my voice thick with bitterness and venom. “I’ll stab you over and over again in your sleep!”

But Xavier remained unfazed, his expression cold and calculating.

“And what would that accomplish, Lillian?” he asked, his tone chillingly calm. “If I die, your father dies too. And your brother will rot in prison forever.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, reminding me that I was trapped in Xavier’s twisted game of manipulation.

A sense of helplessness washed over me. No matter how much I loathed him, I couldn’t deny the bitter truth of his words.

My family’s fate hung in the balance, and Xavier Santos had all the power.