Beta's Runaway Bride: 8 - Xiomara

I don't know how to answer that question, so I just shake my head. “Let us head back, hmm?” I say

in an attempt to change the subject and thankfully she doesn’t press me.

When we get back to the other women, Luna Mia gets to her feet and walks over to me. “Are you

okay? Do you want to go home?" she asks, and I nearly laugh at her use of the word “home’ when

talking about Maxim's place.

I shake my head. “It's okay, I'm alright,” I say and am about to walk away when she gently grabs my

shoulders and shoots me an apologetic look.

“Is this about Maxim's decision? Are you upset about it?” she asks, and now it's my turn to frown.

"What do you mean?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “What decision?”

The look on her face tells me she’s just told me something I was not supposed to know. Her eyes

widen and her mouth opens in a gasp; then she puts her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh...Oh,

Xiomara, I'm so sorry! I shouldn’t have mentioned a thing!”

I cross my arms and feel myself glaring. “What were you not supposed to mention, Luna Mia? What

decision did Maxim make?” I ask. She breathes out a sigh and her eyes shine with tears as she tells

me the decision Maxim has made.

"When was the last time you trusted someone other than yourself?”

Gianna's words still ring in my head even after Maxim collects me later in the evening to go back to

his place. When was the last time I trusted someone...I've never had the luxury of trusting anyone

other than my mother.

Trusting their partners seems as easy as breathing to them, but I've never had someone who was

worthy of being trusted. Is that the key to this, I need to completely trust Maxim in order to be

happy? I was willing...before Luna Mia told me the decision Maxim made without me.

"..What do you think?"

My eyes snap toward Maxim and I realize we're standing in the kitchen of his home. I also think he's

been talking to me this entire time - damn it!

“I...uh, I'm sorry 1 didn't catch that,” I say with an embarrassed smile. “What was it?"

Maxim has his one eyebrow lifted at my reaction, but he continues anyway. “I said I'll order some

take-out if you're up for it. You've been cooking the entire week, I'm sure you'd like to rest tonight,”

he says, acting kind again and giving me whiplash.

Maxim doesn’t give me a chance to run away, instead, he pulls me back by my wrist and pushes me

against the wall at the foot of the stairs. The look in his eyes tells me he’s close to snapping and

when he places both his hands next to my head, caging me in, I see how much he's struggling to

hold back.

“You don’t get to do that,” he says through gritted teeth. “You do not start an argument with me

and run away in the middle of it. What were you about to say, Xiomara?”

I shake my head and place my hands on his chest to push him away from me, but that just makes

him move closer. “Just drop it, okay? We can go back to pretending the other doesn't exist since I'll

be gone soon!”

My words seem to set something off inside of him and he takes my wrists and pins them above my

head. “I really hate repeating myself, Bambi; what were you about to fucking say?”

The threat should scare me...it shouldn't send a sinful ripple down my spine. Just like that

murderous look in his Beta gold eyes should send fear into my heart, instead, it makes my heart

beat faster for other reasons.

I swallow deeply and try to pull my wrists out of his grasp, but it's useless. There's no way I'm

getting out of here unless he lets me go...unless I tell him what I was about to say.

“Let me go, Maxim-"

“Tell me why you're so fucking pissed off with me for doing the right thing?” he grits out and I see

red.

“The right thing?” I scoff. “You tell me to be subservient, you tell me to play nice with the other

women here. Then you argue with me and in the space of the same hour, you were kind to me and

five minutes later pissed off with me again! You're giving me whiplash, Maxim! What do you want

from me?!"

My throat is hoarse from screaming out my honesty, and I expect him to give me as good as he just

got. I expect him to tell me how this is all my fault because his Alpha had to make arrangements to

have this done. I expect his anger. I expect his ire.

I didn't expect him to claim my mouth in a rough kiss that has me tasting blood.

Shocked at his reaction, but my body immediately responds in the way he wants it to. His lips are

soft against mine, his tongue begging for entry and when I give in, the moan that comes from me is

nothing short of filthy.

Maxim lets go of my wrists and deepens the kiss by gripping my hair at the nape of my neck and

pushing himself up against me. I can feel the outline of his rapidly thickening cock against my belly,

and my core tightens knowing it's because of me.

He trails kisses toward my neck and nips my skin hard. “You're so fucking infuriating,” he groans

against my skin sending a ripple of desire shooting between my legs. “So fucking infuriating.”

"What are you going to do about it?" leaves my lips before I can even register that I'm taunting a

Beta with murder on his mind and when he looks at me again, I wish I never said that.

Grinning, he slips his hand in between my legs “I'm going to make you regret pushing my fucking

buttons,” he growls in my ear and slips a finger inside me to find my traitorous pussy wet for him.

His chest rumbles with a groan and he proceeds to spread my wetness all around my folds,

encircling my clit over and over.

"Hmm, guess I drive you just as fucking crazy, don't I?” he says in a low voice and grins against the

nape of my neck, then he rips my panties from my body. “Does fighting with me always get your

pussy this wet, Xiomara?”

“I hate you,” I moan, leaning my head against his chest while my body shakes with need. He gives a

deep chuckle then he picks me up and when his cock lines up with my entrance, it takes me a few

seconds to realize what's happening.

In one swift motion he thrusts inside of me so hard that it elicits a scream from me; I dig my nails

into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist for purchase. Sucking in a sharp breath,

Maxim groans when he’s buried inside of me completely and I feel his cock throbbing inside of me.

“Fuck,” he growls and his hold on my hips tightens...only for his thrusting to grow frenzied.

I've had sex before, but only to scratch an itch when needed...but the way Maxim is fucking me right

now makes me feel like he's trying to brand himself right on my soul. The sounds we're making

together, slapping of skin, groans, moans, Maxim's growls of appreciation...

It throws me over the edge and when I find myself screaming out his name and trembling on his

cock, I feel him stiffen up and pull out of me. He grabs my hair and pushes me onto my knees, and

right now I am more than willing to be on my knees for him.

I take his cock into my mouth and taste myself; my lips stretching around his girth has my pussy

throbbing with need again. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, but it doesn't take long

for Maxim to reach his peak either. He grips my hair tight and pushes my head down so I can

swallow everything he has to give me.

It strikes me there, at that moment, that I want to stay here with him...but I know I can't. What

happened just now cannot happen again; Maxim and I are bad for each other. We'll make a toxic

pair that will only end in death.