“Mmm . . . so wet and always so ready for me,” he growls into my ear. “I can’t wait to feel that tight little pussy of yours wrapped around me.”

The delicious torture on my clit continues, and my head falls back and bumps into the wall. “Oh God.” It’s all I can manage to get out before he flicks my clit one final time, and I come against his finger.

My entire body shudders as he pushes my pants and panties down in one quick swoop. My fingers fly over his belt. I need to feel him moving inside me.

“Patience, baby. I’m far from done with you yet.”

He bends down and pulls my shoes off, one by one, and tosses them to the floor. I step out of them as he pops up and then slowly slips my shirt over my head.

One finger traces the mounds of flesh on my chest while his other hand reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. I stand there, completely naked, in front of him, and his eyes take their time in raking over every inch of bare flesh exposed to him.

“So fucking beautiful and all fucking mine.”

Goose bumps erupt across my skin at the sound of his possessive words. It turns me on to know he claims me as his own, and the way he looks at me makes me feel like the most desired woman in the world.

He gently pinches my chin and then rubs his thumb across my lips. I open my mouth, wrap my lips around his thumb, and suck as I stare up at him.

I want to taste him.

He seems to know what I want to do because he drops his hand from my face, and I lean in and kiss his neck just below his chin. The scruff tickles my nose as I work my way along his neck before I turn my attention down to that toned chest of his.

I drop to my knees in front of him and unzip his pants. When I push his boxer briefs along with his jeans down, his cock springs free. I run my hand along the silky skin before popping the head into my mouth.

Xavier sucks in a quick breath through gritted teeth. “Fuck . . . Anna.”

The way he says my name encourages me to keep going because I like seeing him lose control.

I work faster, bobbing my head, taking as much in as I can. I feel proud of myself for resisting the urge to gag when he hits the back of my throat.

He runs his fingers through my hair and holds it away from my face, so he can watch me. “If you keep that up, I’ll come in that pretty mouth of yours, and I’m not ready for this to be over.”

My tongue darts out, and I lick his length one final time before he pulls me back up to face him. The wood paneling scratches my back as he pushes me against it and hitches my right leg over his hip.

The head of his cock presses against my entrance. He crushes his mouth into mine, and I close my eyes as he slips into me.

“Mmm . . . yes!” I breathe as he pulls back and then slides into me again. “So good.”

“You like that?” he whispers as he continues to pump in and out of me. “You want more? Harder? Deeper?”

My mouth hangs open, and he bites my bottom lip.

“Tell me.”

“Yes. All of it. Just keep going.” The desperation in my voice surprises me.

Xavier grabs both of my thighs, lifting me off my feet with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes inside me even deeper.

“Fucking perfect. You were made for me.”

His pace picks up, and sweat slicks his skin as he pounds into me.

The constant attention to my pussy causes that familiar tingle to erupt, and I cry out as an orgasm rips through me hard. “Xavier. Oh God. Yes.”

His movements become more rigid. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and bites my shoulder as he finds his own release. “Fuck, Anna. Shit.” Tremors ripple through his entire body as he comes down from his orgasmic high.

He pulls back and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you, Anna.”

I stare into the eyes of the man I love without a doubt, and there’s no question that this is who I was made for, the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.

Our love—it’s unbreakable.

Chapter 10

Xavier

There’s not much shelter from the brutal Detroit winter under a freeway bridge, but it’s the best place I can find to sleep without being harassed by the cops all night long.

It’s been a month since I packed all my shit into one tiny bag and split from Grandmother’s house. The beatings were becoming too severe, and if I stayed, I would’ve ended up really hurting the old lady—or worse, killing her. At fifteen, I’m already twice her size, so all it would’ve taken was me losing my head and hitting her back harder than I’d meant to, and my ass would’ve been locked up.

So, I decided taking my chances out here on the streets is a much better option.

Footsteps crunch along the gravel, and I pull the only blanket I own around me even tighter to keep the person from trying to snatch it from me. I really don’t feel like fighting over this thing again tonight.

The steps grow closer, and a flashlight shines right in my face, blinding me. I hold my hand up to shield my eyes as I squint.

“What do you want?” I ask in the roughest voice possible to try to scare whoever it is.

“Holy shit! Xavier? Is that you?” A voice that sounds vaguely familiar sounds excited to discover he actually knows who I am.

Still doesn’t mean I trust them.

“Yeah. What of it?”

“Damn, man, I thought you were dead. It’s me—Cole,” the voice says.

But I still can’t see the person because of the light.

“Cole?”

“Yeah. Oh, shit. Sorry.”

He cuts the flashlight off, and soon, my eyes adjust back to the darkness.

Standing there is Cole Parker, a scrawny black kid with braids who used to sit with me at lunch from time to time. Beside him is Malakai Johnson, mostly known as Kai around the neighborhood. Kai and Cole are both in my grade, but Kai is a well-known troublemaker who runs with a local gang, and Cole is more laid-back. I never even knew the two of them were friends.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I ask, my voice groggy. “Don’t you two have someplace to be?”

I don’t want them here. I don’t want them asking any questions about how I ended up here. That’s something I don’t want to discuss with anybody.

Kai shrugs. “Home? What home? If you call that shithole foster house where I live a home, then you can fucking keep it. If there wasn’t already a rap sheet a mile long attached to my name—shit, man—I’d be right out here, next to you.”