The New Leader Is Xavier [56]

Author's POV

Iris’s hands started to sweat as uneasiness ran in her. She wiped her hands on her shirt. She anxiously walked into the hall, her breathing heavy, lost in her deep thoughts. She took steps that were scared.

A sudden knock made her flinch hard, almost choking her breath in her throat. Her eyes crept to the door. Her hand moved to her chest, rubbing it, trying to ease the pounding of her heart.

Who could it be now? The thought crawled into her mind, sending a shiver through her.

She hesitated. She took steps towards the door, her hand wrapped around the handle. With a shaky breath, she opened the door.

As she did, she met dazzling green eyes, only making her body more tense.

“Hey!” Elena said. A bright smile made its way to her lips as her gaze fell on Iris. Her presence was light and warm, but it didn’t help Iris at all.

“Hi… you’re here?” Iris questioned in a low, hesitant voice.

“I am sorry, I should have informed you first…” she said in a slightly low voice, “but I wanted to meet you, and when I got to know about you being alone here, so I came here to give you company,” Elena said with her perfect smile.

Iris’s gaze scanned her. Elena was a woman who could make anyone doubt themselves. She was the definition of perfection in every way. Iris couldn’t help but notice how she smiled, her expressions, the way she talked, and how she pulled her hair behind her ear while smiling.

“Iris?” Elena called out, seeing her dazing off. She noticed how she was checking her out.

“Ye-s…” Iris stumbled on her words, feeling awkward.

“I know I am hot. If you want, I can take you on a date,” Elena said with a teasing smile, a wicked smirk forming on her perfectly heart-shaped lips.

Iris couldn’t help but smile at her teasing. Elena was a friendly person with a light presence.

“Are you going to make your date stand all day outside?” Elena said.

The hesitation was clear in Iris, but not wanting to look rude, she stepped aside. “Come,” Iris said with a soft smile.

Elena walked inside as Iris closed the door behind her, breathing deeply to overcome her blood-settled anxiety.

“Do you like to have something?” Iris asked Elena, who had taken her seat on the sofa in the living room.

“You,” Elena stated, making Iris stop at her words.

“What?” Iris whispered, looking at her.

“I want you to sit here and have a talk with me,” Elena explained, her lips slowly curling up.

“What are you thinking… uh?” Elena asked with a tease.

“It… umm…” Iris found herself short of words.

“You are so cute,” Elena burst out laughing.

“It’s okay, you can sit. I am not a lesbian,” Elena said, a smile still on her painted lips.

Iris smiled a little, taking a seat opposite her. Elena looked at her as she stated, “I am here to talk about something important.” The smile on her lips slowly dissolved.

Iris looked at her, maintaining a calm posture. “It is about Xavier,” Elena mumbled, her words pushed out a little, gulping down. “I love him,” she said.

Iris froze for a moment, trying to process what she said. Her face turned into confusion as she asked, “What?”

“I love Xavier as a lover,” she said this time without any trace of hesitation.

“He is your brother,” Iris stated, having enough of her already.

“Not by blood… we were both adopted by Declan,” she stated. Her words were steady, and the determination in her voice was clear that whatever she was here for, she would do it.

Iris’s eyes narrowed at the information. “Why are you telling me this? You should tell Xavier… for your piece of information, I am his wife,” Iris said, her face hard now, eyes getting colder.

“I am telling you because I want you to help me to get him…” she said so casually, as if she was dealing with something normal, making Iris shift uncomfortably.

“I had enough of your nonsense. You can go now,” Iris said, getting up from her place, her face clearly showing the dislike.

“Wait, Miss mole.” Her words came low and deliberate, making Iris stop in her place. “Take a seat, spy. You don’t want your little secret to go out… especially to Xavier,” she mumbled those words darkly.

She froze for a moment at her words. A slow, slight smirk formed on her lips. “Please take your seat… and not that rubbish of ‘I don’t know what you are talking about,’” Elean pushed, her eyes meeting Iris’s steady ones, “because we both know who you are.”

Iris didn’t show any emotion on the surface of her face. She slowly sat down, her eyes piercing through Elean. There was not even a pinch of fear in her eyes.

“What do you want?” Iris asked.

A ripple of laughter escaped Elean’s closed mouth as her expression changed into a soft one.

“Look, Iris, I don’t care what you are or what you do, but if even a scratch comes to Xavier, then it’s my concern,” she stated her words.

“Declan is the one who sent me here to expose you to Xavier, but I will not do that… in return, you have to do something for me.”

“I love him so much. From the moment I started to understand love, I only loved him… and I want him. You have to help me to get him, that’s it.” Her expression was unyielding.

Her eyes locked on Iris, capturing every tinkle of muscle, trying to read her. Looking at Iris, it was clear that she was far away from helping her get him.

“I like it, but… let’s come to the clear point you don’t love him. I know you just need a moment, and you will draw a sharp knife through him.” A dry laugh escaped her lips as she stated those words.

“What made you think that I will give you my most important pawn to you?” Iris’s words landed steady and unsettling.

Elena leaned forward, her eyes boring into Iris. “Don’t play with fire it will only make you regret at last.”

“I am already playing with it… and I want to confirm it even if I burn, I am the one who is going to win it,” Iris stated, looking straight into her soul. Her voice carried a promise.

A ripple of laughter escaped Elean’s lips as she leaned back, her laughter bursting in the room, echoing through the walls as if Iris had cracked the funniest joke.

“You are so funny… I really have to admit it,” Elena said, her hand reaching her chest, trying to control it. “You are so delusional.” Iris’s expression remained hard, not even a crack.

“If you don’t want the deal, then it’s okay. I only wanted to help you, but I think your delusional mind doesn’t want it… in any way, I am going to get him,” Elena stated.

Iris’s lips curled up in a slow, mocking smirk. “You can try as much as you want… if he comes for you, you can have him,” Iris’s voice dropped with a challenge.

Elena’s face hardened for a moment as it slowly started to crack. She slowly got up. “I think you are thinking too high of yourself. Even more than ten like you can’t compete with me,” she said with a confident smile.

She took a card from her purse, placing it in front of Iris on the table. “I want to say this wake up and smell the coffee, Iris… if your delusion ends, you can call me.”

Elena walked out of the door, closing it behind her, while Iris sat there, her expression unreadable as she just looked at the wall, boring a hole into it.

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Xavier walked into the hospital. As he walked in, everyone bowed down in respect, more out of fear. With him were Ethan and Alexander.

Xavier’s hand gripped the door handle as he pushed it open. His gaze landed on Declan’s lifeless body lying on the bed, wires connected to him.

He pushed the door a little and resumed his steps, walking towards him. Declan’s eyes fluttered open weakly at the sound of footsteps.

His eyes landed on Xavier, a small smile tugging at his lips. His hand reached for Xavier. “My stone… come,” he said proudly.

“Don’t leave your old man now,” he mumbled in a weak, emotional voice. “I am sorry for sending you away,” Declan whispered.

Declan’s other hand reached beside the table, gripping something. He took it, placing it into Xavier’s hand. It was a gun not an ordinary one. “I am Declan Stone, making you the Stone Gang leader,” he announced, making the room go silent.

“Look, I carved your symbol the wildflower. Now the Stone Gang is in your hand. I am giving all my rights to you,” Declan stated.

“I can’t-” before Xavier could finish his words, Declan cut him off.

“You can bring Iris too. She will rule by your side… and what I said I am going to ask for forgiveness from her,” Declan’s words landed, making everything echo in the air because it was unreal Declan Stone said he would ask for forgiveness.

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The Slap [57]

Author's POV

Xavier twisted the door handle, opening the door. His eyes scanned the hall and kitchen but didn’t find her. A slight frown appeared on his face as he strode towards the bedroom and opened the door.

His eyes landed on the empty room. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath stopping for a moment at not seeing her there. Before he could do anything, a faint voice came from the balcony, making his breath resume.

He walked towards the open space, his eyes landing on her, making his heart flutter.

“Do you understand, Alaric?” Iris asked.

A laptop sat on her lap as she was sitting on a swing, taking a lecture. It was almost 7 p.m. The children’s small faces flashed on her screen, not more than eight to ten years old.

“Yes, ma’am, you are great and so beautiful,” the child said, smiling brightly.

Iris smiled. She sensed his presence. She turned around, looking at him, making her breath catch.

She turned to the screen. “Okay, let’s meet tomorrow after your school. Bye,” she said as all the students said goodbye, smiling, some giving flying kisses. She quickly shut the laptop.

Her gaze moved to his. He was standing there, looking straight into her, boring a hole through her. He took a step towards her, making her freeze in place.

Iris was afraid of his reaction now because in those days with him, she had understood how possessive he was about her; he was jealous of everything.

Xavier’s brown eyes had turned into fire, burning it was a dangerous sign for her. In two steps, he was standing beside her. His hand moved, gripping the laptop. He threw it against the wall; it crashed.

Iris’s eyes widened in fear as she took two steps back. His eyes were stuck on her, capturing every flicker of emotion flushing through her.

Before she could take any more steps back, he quickly moved, gripping her wrist in a tight hold as he pulled her harshly towards him, smashing her body into his. The air was knocked out of her lungs. She whispered in fear.

His hand reached for her jaw as he squeezed it hard, making her stare into his burning gaze.

“Xavi-er…” her words came out broken. Before she could form the whole sentence, he captured her lips in his, making her eyes widen slightly.

His lips moved against hers hard, sucking all the moisture from them. They sank into her soft, pink flesh, making her wince in pain in the kiss.

The metallic taste of blood she could taste in the kiss it was turning into pure torture for her. Iris’s hands pushed against his arms, trying to get free from him. Xavier was boiling in jealousy. His kiss turned harsher as his tongue dominated her. Gripping her hand, he smashed her onto the swing.

She lost her balance, landing flat on the mattress. She whispered in pain.

His lips finally freed her petals. “Why the heck were you smiling at that asshole?” he stated, his voice rough, filled with possessiveness.

“How dare that stupid boy give you a kiss… I am going to rip out those ugly lips of him,” he growled. A shiver ran through her body, setting her blood cold in her veins.

He was looking like he had lost his control, like a loaded gun. A living fear ran through Iris’s body.

“It’s not like that… they are just small kids-” She barely completed the words before he again took her torn lips in his.

His lips moved against hers hard. His hand reached for her dress, tearing it as his rough hand found her breast. He kneaded it hard, printing marks over her soft skin.

Xavier’s lips traveled from her lips to her jaw. Iris was all caged in his grip, hopeless.

“Xavier, stop,” she breathed out, her voice low but steady.

“You are hurting me, stop please,” Iris pleaded.

As those words didn’t reach his ears, he continued. His hand curled her dress, pushing it up. His fingers wrapped around the hem of her panty.

She was trembling in his grip now. He was looking out of control, making her fear for her life. In that desperate moment, her hand lost control, and it made contact with his cheek a hard slap.

His face turned from the effect of the strike. Iris’s breath hitched, her breath choking in her throat at her own action.

“I… I am sorry, please,” she whispered in a fearful voice.

“Xavier, you are overreacting. It was nothing like that. He was just a child, please,” she burst out everything.

He turned, locking his eyes with her fearful ones. His hand shot up, wrapping around her neck as he tightened his hold, lifting her up from the mattress.

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Puppet in her hand [58]

Xavier's POV

I can feel her small hands blow on my skin. My hand tightens around her delicate neck as her eyes widen in fear. The way she looks at me makes something twist in me.

If someone else was in her place, by now I could have put a hundred bullets deep into their throbbing flesh. Make them count for every inch of my skin they have touched.

But… her I couldn't do anything. Fuck… I don't want to hurt her in this way. My fingers loosen around her neck. Her tense muscles loosen up. I can see the redness spread across her skin.

She was breathing hard, the saliva strings smashed across her pink petals, tempting me in the worst way. My already tight pants, my dick twisted in need… fuck, she can tempt me in any way.

Before my mind can react fully, my muscle memory clicks, wrapping her hair in my fist. I drag her into me, taking her soft, sweet petals in mine.

She is the one and only one who can make me go crazy, doubt myself. I have seen every version of myself I never knew existed in me. The way she looks into me makes me forget myself. I never experienced these feelings with anyone.

From the start, it was all supposed to be control and fear. My lips moved against hers as I remember the day when I thought to control, torture her, make her fear even lifting her gaze, lock her up within four walls, make her a puppet in my hands. I wanted to bind her to me with fear I even did, but failed mercilessly. One look from her and she can make me crawl to her feet. She is the one who controls me now. I am unknowingly the puppy, and she has the leash in her hand. She controls me now.

My lips moved against hers urgently to consume her whole, let no one else in the world see her ..only me.

Her hand got pressed against my chest and pulled me into her, making my lips curve up. It was unexpected, but I am loving it. Her body was melting in my arms.

She pushed hard against me, making me lose my balance, landing flat on the mattress, the swing in oscillatory motion.

Her hand landed on my chest, her eyes bore into mine. They are crawling up towards my face in a normal way but for me they are moving in a seductive manner.

I was dying with impatience to know what she was doing, so I let her take the lead.

Her hand lingered on my cheeks, softly caressing them with newfound tenderness, making me melt in her. She leaned down, her breath grazing my skin. Her soft lips touched my cheek, making me close my eyes in a frisson; a chill ran through my body.

Her soft lips gave kisses all over my cheeks where sometime ago she had hit me, as if apologizing, trying to soothe the sting that her small hand left. But there was none now I could only feel the resonance in her way.

I don't know when my hand found her waist, gripping tightly as the newfound feeling crawled through me, making me lose myself in her solace of touch.

Her lips ran across my face, giving small pecks as if trying to calm me down, and it was actually working, making me lose myself in her comfort like a desperate wild puppy.

They traveled down to my jaw, making me dig my nails into her smooth flesh. I could feel the excitement run through my body, making me painfully hard.

I tightened my hold, flipping her down, hovering over her. She looked into my eyes, holding mixed emotions the ones she was trying to fight.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked. I found my voice rough.

“I am sorry… I slapped you,” she whispered, as her hand found my face, cupping it as if she was talking to a child. I am not one I hate the thought but when it came from her, I was kind of loving it, the way her thumb brushed against my skin, trying to soothe it.

She slowly lifted herself with the help of her elbow, taking my lips in hers. Fuck… she was going to be my death.

Her lips moved painfully slow against mine, making me want to take the lead and teach her how the fuck to kiss, but I was loving whatever she was trying to do.

Her fingers ran down my shirt in a shaky motion. As she broke the kiss slowly, her hand brushed against the scar on my face.

“How did you get this?” she asked.

I was taken by her question. Does she get bothered by them?

“While fighting for food?” I answered. I could feel my heart throbbing against my chest. There was no disgust on her face, no judgment, as she leaned in and kissed it.

My eyes closed as she pulled away a little. My eyes met hers, creating a collision of emotions inside me.

I gripped both her wrists, smashing them beside her head as I took the lead, taking her tempting lips into mine, wondering if I would ever get tired of them the answer would be no.

My hand moved, getting rid of her clothes as my lips found her sensitive point, sucking on it, making her whisper.

“Xavi-er,” she breathed out as my fingers found the perfect, soft folds of her pussy, separating it finding my way into her tight walls.

“Yes,” I found myself answering, even being so involved in the moment.

“We can't do it… here,” she said, making me stop for a moment.

“Why?”

“This swing will make a lot of movement, and it will not be comfortable,” she said innocently. Almost a laugh escaped my lips. I remember how afraid she was when last time we did it here.

I scooped her into my arms, taking her inside. I want her to be comfortable, want her to enjoy it and moan in pleasure when I fuck her.

I don't know when this changed. I don't recognize myself now. She has changed me completely. I am getting bent as she wants me. She was changing me.

Her back met the mattress as I hovered over her. My hand moved to my pant pocket, pulling out a bracelet I got for her.

Taking her soft hand in mine, I slipped it into her wrist. It looks perfect. When I first saw it, the only thought I got was her.

Her eyes ran across it, touching it as I held my breath for a moment. “It is beautiful,” she mumbled, making a relieved sigh leave my mouth. Why is it so hard to impress the girl? I remember when I got something for her last time she called it a waste of money.

“You bring everyday something,” she said as my gaze followed hers, landing on the table where countless items were scattered around.

It was not my fault. Whenever I go anywhere, whatever I look at, I only remember her. I want to get everything in the world for her that will make her smile.

“Because I wanted to,” I mumbled, landing down, taking her lips into mine. She is turning me into something I don't recognize but I love the change. I love the feeling I get when I am around her.

She has made my life complete.. ..no she is my life,

My hand moved, getting rid of my clothes. In the same second, I found myself deep down in her core, thrusting, making her whisper as her nails dug into my skin, creating a pleasurable sting.