Family Business

9. Kay's Dinner

**Xavier POV**

Seeing her hand and hand with that motherfucker, clearly drunk and being pulled along into the room, made my blood fucking boil. I had been in a good mood until that idiot came in with him.

I really didn't think she'd take that sweatshirt off, I was kind of surprised. I was trying to run her off, really. Then to see her perfect tits pouring from that lacy thing she was wearing, them shaking every time that fucker made her laugh. I felt like I couldn't tear my eyes off her, and neither could fucking Asher. Then my dumbass sister making a big show of herself touching Faith like that. She loved to milk the attention of guys by doing shit with girls, like when she kissed Makayla like that. Which was pretty disgusting. What was even worse was watching Asher kiss Faith. I had never seen her be affectionate towards a guy, and I didn't realize how much it would send me into a tailspin. I don't think I've ever been so fucking jealous in my life, and the feeling did not sit well. I've never been jealous over a girl, so this burned at me. I shouldn't have made it so obvious, but it was like an uncontrollable reaction to jerk them apart. Then Asher making that slutbag Makayla rub on me. Talk about killing my fucking sex drive.

But it all came flooding back when I sat Faith down on my dick. I was absolutely raging, pressing myself against her pussy while I left a hickey on her. I couldn't help but discreetly run my tongue over her rosy nipple as well, which was erect at my attention. Her body was so delicate, she felt so tiny on me, and it reacted to every little thing I did. Literally couldn't be hotter. Asher was not happy about that, and I got what I wanted: she ran off like always. I was hoping she'd go back home, but that fucker followed her and kept her there. I thought she was back at the house when I brought home my hump for the night. I was hoping she could hear me, maybe I could make her jealous too. But I came downstairs, kicked the girl out when I was done with her and sat in the kitchen eating some of the leftovers from the fridge.

That's when I saw her on the front porch with Asher, looking nervous and drunk. Then when he kissed her, I just lost it. I couldn't hold it together. Then holding her up against the wall, the way she was so easy to intimidate but still trying to fight with me. Her whines and complaints. The best thing was that her body seemed to uncontrollably respond to me, the goosebumps bristled over her skin and she got all breathy and weak. It's like she was just begging me to hold her down and do whatever I wanted to her. I couldn't help but finally get my mouth on her sensitive nipple, her body was just so darling. Those pale pink, soft aureoles framing her beautiful rosebuds, so pink and beautiful. Then her answering that question during the game... that dumbass asking that stupid carpet/drapes question. There's no doubt that every man  wonders the same thing when they see her. Hell, I've been thinking about it for years. I was frothing at the mouth wanting to see it now. I know I'd have to work for that one, probably hold her down kicking and screaming. She was freaking out just showing her boobs, and she only did that because I promised to let her go. I shouldn't have, I should have drug her up to my room and peeled her apart like she deserved. Once she slept with me, there was no doubt in my mind that she'd be craving me, crawling back for more. I'd surely be nicer to her if she just gave me what I wanted unconditionally.

I regretted letting her go immediately as I watched her flee up the stairs to the safety of her bedroom. I had promised her I would, and I had to reel myself in before I made a bad mistake. One of these days, she was sure to push me over the edge. I wanted that virginity badly. I had never been with a virgin, and I had never been with a natural red. Of course, I had slept around with some bottled reds, trying to placate my fantasies about that girl, but never the real thing.

For someone who seemed so smart, I did think she was a bit stupid when it came to how I felt about her. Or, maybe a bit naive. I think she was pretty used to men being real nice to her to try to sleep with her. I haven't been able to swallow my ego to genuinely be nice to her. I think the rejection just pissed me off more. I was more than pleased that she turned down others, especially since she still had that purity of hers. It just pissed me off that her rejection extended to me. I never had a girl turn me down. Besides, her family loved me, I could give her the world, and I could maintain the lifestyle she was so accustomed to. It's not like she had to desperately throw herself on me, but at least being open to it would make me less pissed off. I think her rejection only made her a bigger target for me. Who doesn't love a challenge?