His Sexy And Delicate Rose

CHAPTER SIX:LIFE AS THE WIFE OF XAVIER WOODS

CHAPTER SIX: LIFE AS THE WIFE OF XAVIER WOODS

The sun streams through the curtains, heralding a new day. Melissa wakes with a start, momentarily disoriented. It takes her a moment to remember where she is, the events of the previous evening coming back to her in a rush. She stares up at the ornate ceiling, the gilded decor a reminder of the gilded cage she's found herself in.

As she slips out of bed, a knock sounds at her door. "Madam? Breakfast is ready

Melissa scrambles out of bed, pulling on a robe as she makes her way to the en-suite bathroom. She turns on the faucet, the water splashing over her hands as she brushes her teeth with more vigor than necessary.

She stares at herself in the mirror, her eyes rimmed with dark circles. "What have I gotten myself into?" she whispers to her reflection. She doesn't have time to answer her own question, though, as the butler's voice sounds again from the other side of the door. "Madam, are you quite alright?"

As Melissa rinses out her mouth, her mind races with possibilities. What would Xavier do if she continued to defy him? Would he hurt her? Or worse, hurt Simon? She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead.

When she emerges from the bathroom, the butler is waiting for her, his expression professionally neutral. "Breakfast is served in the dining room, madam. Shall I escort you?"

Melissa nods, her heart pounding. "Yes, please."

Melissa enters the dining room, the clatter of silverware on fine china the only sound to break the silence. Xavier sits at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on her as she takes the seat opposite him. The butler brings in a tray of hot coffee and a plate of freshly baked croissants, setting them in front of Melissa.

Xavier's expression is unreadable, the silence stretching out between them. Finally, he speaks, his voice clipped and cool. "I trust you slept well?"

She shivered at his baritone voice

Xavier raises an eyebrow at her shiver, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Are you cold, Melissa?" He pours himself a cup of coffee, the liquid steaming in the morning light. "Perhaps a fire in your room tonight would help."

Melissa clears her throat, her hands fiddling with the hem of her robe. "Thank you. That's kind of you." She takes a sip of her coffee, its warmth a small comfort against the chill in the room. "How...how did you sleep?"

Xavier's hand slides over her thigh, his touch light but possessive. "I slept well, Melissa. Although I must admit, I'd sleep better if you were beside me." He sips his coffee, his gaze never leaving hers. "Perhaps tonight you'll choose to sleep in my bed. After all, you are my wife."

Melissa stiffens, heat rising to her cheeks. "I...I don't think that's a good idea.

Xavier's smirk grows, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. "Oh, my dear Melissa. You're still fighting me, even now? How amusing. But know this: I always get what I want." He leans forward, his hand still on her leg. "And I want you, Melissa. I want you in my bed, in my life, and in my empire. One way or another, I will have you."

Melissa's heart hammers against her ribcage, her breath catching in her throat.

Melissa's hand darts out, grasping Xavier's wrist. "Please, Xavier," she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't right. You can't force me to be your wife."

Xavier's eyes flash with a dangerous glint, his grip tightening on her leg. "Can't I? I think you'll find that I can do whatever I please. You're a thief, Melissa. You've broken the law.

Xavier jerks her closer, his breath hot against her lips. "And I'm the law in this city. So, you have two choices, Melissa. You can fight me, and suffer the consequences. Or you can submit, and enjoy the benefits of being my wife." His lips graze hers, a tease of what's to come. "What will it be?"

Xavier presses his lips against hers, his hand moving up her thigh. Melissa stiffens, her body rigid in his grasp, but he's relentless, his kiss deepening as he coaxes her mouth open. The taste of him floods her senses, coffee and desire mingling on her tongue.

Despite herself, Melissa finds her body responding, her lips softening under his. Her hands find their way to his chest, her fingers digging into his shirt as she tries to push him away.

Xavier groans against her mouth, his desire mounting as he lifts her onto his lap. "That's it, Melissa," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "Stop fighting me. Give in."

Melissa shudders, her hands stilling on his chest. She can feel the hard length of him pressed against her, her heart racing with fear and something else, something darker and more dangerous.

Xavier's fingers slide beneath the fabric of her robe, seeking out her n****e. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from her. "See? You like this, don't you?" He begins to massage her breast, his touch rough but insistent.

Melissa bites her lip, her face flushed with shame and pleasure. She can't help the moan that escapes her lips, the sound filling the room like a confession. "Stop," she whispers, her body betraying her. "Please, stop."

Xavier's palm slides between her thighs, his fingers finding the damp heat of her honey pot. "Stop? But you're so wet, Melissa. Your body is begging for more." He begins to stroke her, his fingers teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh.

Melissa's breath comes in short, gasping pants, her mind fogging with desire. She wants to resist him, to fight him off, but her body is too far gone. She bucks against his hand, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers.

Melissa's fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he continues to tease her. Her body arches into his touch, her moans growing louder with each stroke of his fingers.

"That's it, my little thief," he whispers in her ear, his voice low and seductive. "Let go. Let me have you."

Melissa lets out a shuddering breath, her body quivering on the edge of release. Her eyes roll back, her vision swimming as she succumbs to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Xavier pulls away from her, a feral grin on his face. He unbuckles his belt, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers. With a flick of his wrist, he frees himself, his manhood throbbing with need. "Look at what you've done," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "You're going to take responsibility, aren't you?"

Melissa stares at his length, her mouth going dry. She can't help the spark of desire that ignites within her, her need for him overriding all else.

Xavier stands, his arms strong and steady as he lifts Melissa off his lap. He carries her through the house, her robe falling open as they move, her naked body on display for his eyes only.

They reach the bedroom, the door shutting behind them with a soft click. Xavier sets her down on the bed, his eyes trailing over her body. "On your knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Xavier steps forward, the tip of his monster pressing against Melissa's lips. He grabs her hair, tilting her head back as he nudges her mouth open. "Suck," he demands, his voice low and commanding.

Melissa opens her mouth, taking him in with a soft moan. She wraps her lips around him, her tongue swirling along his shaft as she begins to suck. Her eyes flutter shut as she loses herself in the taste and feel of him.

Xavier groans, his breath hitching as he pulls out of Melissa's mouth with a wet pop. He tosses his head back, his hair falling around his face in wild abandon. "Such a good little slut," he murmurs, his hand stroking himself as he gazes down at her. "But I want more."

He grabs her hips, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Melissa shivers, her body tingling with anticipation as he positions himself behind her.

"I'm not a slut"

Xavier laughs, the sound harsh and mocking. "Oh, but you are, Melissa. You're my slut." He grips her hips tighter, pulling her back against him. "And I'm going to remind you of that every time I f**k you."

Melissa bites her lip, her arousal warring with her pride. "I'm not," she whispers, defiance in her voice. "I'm not your slut."

Xavier leans over her, his lips grazing her ear. "We'll see about that, won't we?"

Xavier positions himself at her entrance, his hands sliding over her hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh. "You're going to beg for my c**k, Melissa. And when you do, I'm going to give you everything you've been craving."

Melissa trembles, her body aching with need. "I won't beg," she gasps, her voice quivering with desire.

Xavier's smirk widens. "You will." He presses the tip of his monster against her folds, the slick wetness coating him. "Now, beg."

Just as Xavier is about to press further into Melissa's warmth, his phone buzzes with an insistent ringtone. He growls in frustration, pulling away from her as he snatches the phone from the bedside table.

"What is it?" he snaps into the phone, his tone deadly.

Melissa seizes the opportunity, rolling away from him and wrapping the bedsheets around her naked body, an attempt to regain some semblance of control.