Chapter 45

"Xavier, fuck me."

His leather-gloved palm gripped my wrist, and I could feel his thumb rubbing my wrist bone intentionally or unintentionally.

I knew he felt something for me.

I slowly lowered my hand around his waist, trying to really get a grip on his "handle."

"Fuck me, okay?"

Just as my fingertips hit something, there was a sudden pain in my wrist as he twisted my hand back and turned his body around.

"You're really getting bold; it looks like you don't even know I'm not to be messed with until I teach you a lesson."

With a stern look in his eyes, he pushed me down on the table.

I was just about to get up when I suddenly heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone behind me.

I didn't move.

I buried my face in my arms, even collapsed my waist, spread my legs, and waited for him.

It didn't matter if he wouldn't help me later; as long as I slept