CHAPTER 16
KIRA
“Kira.”
His voice. Just that.
My breath caught. “Xavier…”
“I knew you’d call.”
Smug. Bastard.
I clutched the phone tighter. “I didn’t call—you called me.”
“You texted first,” he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
I swallowed. My throat was dry. “I just—”
“You couldn’t make yourself c*m, could you?” he asked.
I went quiet. My lips trembled. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But I couldn’t lie. He already knew.
“…No,” I whispered.
He chuckled softly. “I told you. You need me.”
“I don’t need you,” I said quickly, but my voice cracked.
“You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
“Xavier—”
“Answer me.”
I squeezed my thighs together. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
A small sound escaped me. That voice—he used it in the offi
