Chapter 18: Chapter 18

"I am taking you home," Xavier informed her.

"I am not going anywhere with you." she vehemently replied with so much bitterness and venom in her voice that hurt him.

Even though he wouldn't dare admit it.

She hated him even when wasted.

"Oh but I am so taking you out of here." He retorted grabbing her hand.

"No I am with Tyler," she stated stubbornly trying to free her wrist from his grasp.

"Go with him, Maya," Tyler whispered.

She stopped in her tracks making Xavier narrow his eyes at his brother suspiciously wondering why Maya was even listening to him.

He shrugged amused.

Her brown eyes were full of so much trust and concern for his motherfucker of a brother he observed angrily and for a split second he wished she will look at him like that.

She nodded at him and he smiled in response, the sight devastating Xavier as he could see it in the way she stared at him, how she had willingly allowed him to lead her out of the room to the club's balcony.

She trusted Tyler she had just met more than him.

It was windy outside and with some luck, she could regain consciousness a little, he reasoned ignoring the unfamiliar green monster that was about rearing its ugly head whenever he remembered the exchange he had witnessed.

"What are you doing here?" She asked holding on to the railing and removing his hand from hers.

"Everything was going on so fine, then why did you have to show up and as always ruin everything?" she coldly shouted gripping the railing more tightly.

"I am tired Xavier of you and your fucking little mind game," she whispered her voice coming out weak, hurt, vulnerable.

In her current state there were no walls and Xavier felt like he was starring into her soul as he stared into her eyes, craving just to see even a spark of the familiar defiance and determination but her brown eyes held no warmth, it just mirrored how tired she had confessed she was.

"I...want you." He whispered at a loss of what to say, the right words to use to make up for every mistake he have ever made.

He was never good at expressing himself with words, to apologize. Besides, he doesn't believe in mere words so he didn't say anything else but instead he closed the distance between them.

He hooked an arm around her waist, pulled her closer, and sealed his lips over hers.

He felt the sting first before he met her cold glare realizing he had just been slapped. He starred at her stunned but she just spun on her heel almost falling.

He rushed to help her out, his thumb swiping her belly button inadvertently.

She sighed, her back towards him grazing his already hardened erection as he mentally fought with himself trying to remember again and again that she was drunk but as he turned to face her, the lust and want on her face broke all his restraints.

He captured her mouth with his. Aggressively they held on to each other, it was hot, it was both their waves of anger and desire clashing together as they both gave as much as they got.

It was no use fighting him Maya thought. Even in her drunk state and jumbled thoughts, she was still very much attracted to him, besides she could always blame it on the alcohol.

From the time he had burst into the room looking very much like an angry Alpha she had wanted to jump him. Instead of being pissed off, she was just so aware of him. And his dark Aura, instead of making her scared just added to the appeal.

He was like a dark storm bearing down on her relentlessly, their kiss was filled with both undeniable need and anger at their needs.

Hard breath spilled over her lips and the wet slide of his lips tasted like vodka and desire and man.

Her breast pushed against the hard plane of his chest. Then her lips were freed as his mouth over her skin, exploring her jaw, her ears.

".....Fucking turtle neck." He whispered harshly.

She laughed, already forgetting that they were still in a club and although the Loud music was now distinct, it was still Loud enough to act as a reminder but just like his presence was able to overcloud senses and made her forget that he was ball deep into another woman that afternoon.

She was also able to forget her surrounding.

She just melted into him, tired of fighting. He hoisted her up to sit on the railing, the move surprising a gasp out of her especially as he crowded the space between her legs pushing himself closer.

Bringing his erection against the place between her legs caused friction, hardness as his unbelievable bulge ground against her.

She groaned.

One strong arm wrapped around her back and held her closely, while the other stroke her hair and her face momentarily then she felt the cold air hit her breast, his hand pushing her top up, as his mouth went down on them through her lacy see-through bra.

~ so much for conservative she sighed.

"Xavier." She moaned not able to stop herself.

He grasped her face in his hands and claimed her lips again with a dominating kiss. There was nothing gentle about it, It was rough, possessive, but damn she took everything he gave her.

She scooted forward on the railing so that her body pressed harder against his.

Her hips rocked and jerked against his cock, pulsing, shuddering, gasping breath from her throat that ricocheted to his cock and made him even harder if that was even possible as a result of how hard he was already.

He trailed his hand down in between her thighs and groaned realizing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"I had an intense laundry day so I just decided to wing it." She explained already answering his unasked question.

"You were not wearing anything underneath this while grinding against my brother?" He gruffly asked.

"Yes." She managed to whisper as his finger slide into the slippery heat of her lips.

Her mouth dropped open as a surprised, desperate cry as he forced her stance wider, his hands filling up the space between her thighs.

"You are going to be the death of me," he said his harsh breath mingling with her's.

He stroked his finger against her wet heat, petting, preparing.

"This is for wearing this fucking short skirt and allowing those men to ogle at what is mine." h, whispered.

She was about protesting telling him that she wasn't his but immediately his middle finger sank into hers, she couldn't care less. She shuddered gripping the railings hard while burying her face with his chest.

"Look at me... I want you to see who owns you, who you belong to."

She moaned as he gripped her hair, tugging her head back so she would be looking at him.

"This is for fucking going against my order and going out with my brother," he said adding a second finger.

Her eyes widened as she screamed holding on to him, the sensation was too much.

The abject lust he saw in her eyes made his cock throb and then her brows furrowed and her beautiful mouth a bit swollen from their intense kisses opened in a silent cry as her core fisted at his finger again and again.

A groan spilled from his mouth as he could only imagine how good that will feel if it was his cock.

"Yes." He gritted out as he watched her shatter.

If he thought she was irresistible at the club, she was at the moment so beautiful like a fucking goddess, his goddess.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes dazed as she dug her fingers into him. He slipped his fingers free of her, his hand out of her clothing while she leans against him breathing heavily.

"Fuck Me, Xavier," she whispered after some minutes.

He starred at her as all the reasons why he shouldn't consider it came rushing to his mind.

He couldn't take her on a club balcony, she was more special than that no matter how much he craved her. She was also fucking gone, the girl was drunk and was not even aware of what she was offering and how much he wanted to be her first.

He let out an exhale not believing his decision.

"No Maya." He whispered.

She looked pained.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because you are super drunk right now. I even feel like a jerk for touching you in this state. And I can't have sex with you when you are this drunk." He carefully explained like she was a child.

She shook her head.

"I know why you can't already," she whispered sadly, her tone annoying Xavier as he couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

He wanted her to smile at him, he was so desperate for her to for once just look at him the way she did Tyler.

"Why?" He managed to ask.

"Because I am not Skylar or one of the blondes I see you with on magazines and TV that will give runway models a run for their money. I am not your type, will never be in a million years," she whispered her eyes droopy.

"Maya." He whispered sternly as she fought to keep her eyes open.

"If you were a guy I would have fucking punched you for even comparing yourself with Skylar and apologize over a couple of drinks. I don't know if what you see is what I do but if it isn't then you need to fucking change your mirror." He angrily stated.

She gazed at him silently for a while. "Still wished I was blonde," she whispered.

"Jesus... You are fucking perfect Maya." He whispered exasperatedly.

"Well, it is hard to believe that when I have offered myself to you twice and you keep on rejecting me...." She stopped laughing bitterly.

"God now I sound desperate and pathetic. I can't believe am begging you to have me." she drawled out.