CHAPTER 11 :

“Et tu, Bruté? — Then fall, Ceaser.” — Julius Ceaser (Act III, Scene I)

Powder blue eyes landed on Klein, which narrowed at his very sight. The nervous cop swallowed; was it that easy for him to notice that he was present here, even when his face was beneath a mask?

He was pulled in for another lousy kiss by the blonde, to which he drunk himself in. Pressing her up against the pole, her steel handcuffs clanking against the metal, he took notice of her eager mouth and shoved his tongue down her throat. She moaned, so did the audience. Putting her down from his lap, he salvaged a leather flogger out of one of the many drawers.

She stood there, eyes painted dark with desire, as Winter sauntered over to her. “Do you want to be flogged, Catherine?” He questioned, his eyes giving a rough side way glance at Jase, whose jealousy was rising to the pit of his stomach.

“Yes, sir.” She took in a sharp breath, and he smiled. That seductive lop sided grin that could make anybody lose their shit. Within seconds, he’d lashed her twice on her belly, leaving faint red marks. The girl bit her lip while Xavier came forward, placing his lips on the abused flesh. He was nipping, biting, and sucking, all the way down to the hem of her lacy panties. The girl whimpered beneath his touch, arching her back for support.

Jase would be going off the rails pretty soon. He couldn’t believe that this man just did all that in front of so many people. And then, when he kissed him, he harshly shoved him away by the wrist. Hurt and humiliation crept in his cheeks, but he knew that he hadn’t be fair to Xavier either. After all, he beat the man for some stupid reason.

Xavier was trailing his tongue upwards to the girl’s neck. His trained tongue teased her sensitive spot, as he bit the area, easing the pain with a few wet kisses. He was leaving marks all over and by the look on the girl’s face; she was enjoying it more than him and didn’t mind one bit.

Jase’s palms curled into fists at the explicit show, and he felt anger and jealousy. And, the show was over. The crowd dispersed, walking away to watch another show as Xavier opened the girl’s handcuffs, setting her free. He asked her to go to the restroom to change, and she did so obediently.

The agitated cop couldn’t help but think if this Catherine was his current submissive. Even the thought of that created a sheer distaste in his mouth, which he couldn’t ignore. The amused CEO collected his shirt from the couch, throwing that over his shoulder when Klein approached him.

“What do you want, Klein? Why are you even here?” His voice was eerily calm, which means that he was still pissed.

“That girl — Catherine. Is she your submissive?” His voice had just gotten bolder, as Xavier raised an eyebrow.

“Can I say how that is none of your fucking business? Leave me alone.” He growled, his eyes glimmering with a dangerous shade of malice.

“Xavier, listen to me.” His hazel eyes reached Winter’s, a look of request plastered on them. The CEO scoffed, crossing his hands over his bare chest.

“Listen to you? And calling me Xavier? Rephrase that. Only my family and close friends call me Xavier. For you, it’s Mr. Winter.” He snapped, hissing out the last sentence of his eloquent speech.

Jase’s face fell. He had really fucked this up. He didn’t use to mind when the cop called him by his name, repetitively. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but, he went on his tiptoes, cupping Xavier’s face in his hands.

“Xavier, please…” He breathed out a vulnerable whisper, and Winter cursed under his breath. Yes, that affected him. It was a good sign. The CEO titled his head back, letting out a deep sigh.

“I told you to stay away from me, Jase. Why don’t you listen?” His voice was now calm, serene, all anger drained out of it by now.

“I don’t know. I just… I’m strangely drawn towards you. I can’t explain it.” He looked deep in the bewitching blue orbs, as a sigh escaped Xavier’s lips.

“I’m not a good man. You deserve better. Just, don’t come close to me and don’t touch me. I… can't. Why aren't you scared of me? Why don't you run from me?” The CEO impatiently breathed, his words echoing in Klein's ears. Why should Jase be scared?

(A/N : Ah, Xavier says he's not a good man. But, why? Come on, don't ask me that. You find out! ‘Why don't you run from me?’

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