XAVIER
Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck. I was just cutting her hair, and then she was taking off her bra, and putting my fingers between her legs. Oh, fuck! She’s so wet. My cock is so hard it’s going to kill me. This is where I die. Not with a bullet, or a knife, but from a brain aneurysm after the impossible pressure in my dick backs up all the way to my skull.
My balls are so heavy, it’s like I’m packing a pair of lead weights underneath my jeans.
“You don’t want me,” Phina says, naked against the door, her wet pussy all over my fingers.
“I fucking want you,” I groan, still holding her at arm’s length. “But it doesn’t matter. It’s not right.”
She narrows her eyes. “You would rather I live with the memory of Ignacio as the only man who’s ever touched me,” she responds. Almost like it’s a dare.
“Just show me,” she whispers urgently, her eyes on the spot where my cock is trying to split my pants open. I can’t. I shouldn’t. But my hands have a mind of their own, unbuttoning my fly, pushing my pants down my locked thighs, gripping my cock in my hand as I stare down the impossibility in front of me.
Seraphina steps forward, her hand reaching for me. She wraps her fingers around my cock and squeezes.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispers. I lick my lips. A kiss, my conscience can handle. I wait for her to tilt her head to me, but she sinks to her knees instead. She presses her lips to me, precum smearing across her lips as she plants a kiss on the blunt end of my cock, and my conscience no longer matters. A growl starts deep in my chest as I pull her back up to her feet, my hands grabbing her ass, lifting her into the air. I turn her, from the door to the bathroom counter, the scissors clattering to the ground as I perch her on the edge of the counter and grip her knees, spreading them wide. I’m going to burn in Hell for this, but an eternity of suffering is easily worth every thrust I can get into her wet cunt before I explode.
“I want to kiss you, too,” I breathe, my heart hammering as I bury one finger in her tight pussy. Oh, God. My cock throbs with raw need.
“Hurry,” she begs, squirming on the counter. I don’t waste another second. I drive my hips forward, my cock finding the wet heat of her core, and I just stay there, barely breaching her tightness. I just want to see the spot where we join, the way my dark cock looks against her pale skin. I rock my hips forward slightly, dipping my lips to hers and kissing her. She tastes like me, salt and sex on her lips, and like something else, as well. She tastes like a cold glass of water to a man dying in the desert. My chest tightens at the relief; she didn’t die. She survived. And she’s here, flesh and blood. And she’s fucking beautiful.
“Do it,” she whimpers, raising her hips toward me. I hold her chest to mine, her nipples warm on my bare skin, and enter her slowly. I savor every inch, every damn second, every wet kiss, every tiny moan. I fuck her on the bathroom counter until she tightens around me, throwing her head back so hard it smacks against the mirror, and then I can’t hold back, moaning as my balls tighten and I empty myself into her.
“You’re safe now,” I grind out, my forehead tipped to hers again as we catch our breath, sweat-slicked and spent. “You’re never going back there. You understand?”
Seraphina nods, sagging into me. We stay there like that until our skin grows cold, until the light starts to dim outside, and then we finally untangle ourselves from each other. No way in hell did I expect this to happen, but it feels right, even though I said it was wrong. We dress, I slide Seraphina’s severed braid into a bag, and then we’re leaving, moving forward to the next hiding place. She stops on the threshold, gasping, her hands to her mouth as she takes in the sky. It’s sunset, and the world is awash with dusky pink and purple, slashes of yellow and orange in between. “What is this?” she asks, her eyes wide with wonder. My throat burns. We did it. She’s in the light, no matter how fast the sun might be fading.
“That’s a sunset, sweetheart,” I say, smiling so wide it almost hurts. “I’m going to make sure you see that every single night from now on.”
She smiles back at me, tucking her hand into mine. We get into the car. We drive all night. Every mile that we press north is like another weight off, like another length of chain cast into the desert, forgotten.
I get a text from my brother on my burner phone, just as we’re entering San Francisco and the safe haven of people I trust. Ignacio survived. I was kind of expecting this news, but it still punches me in the gut. I don’t tell Seraphina, not yet. She looks too relaxed for me to ruin her life all over again with the knowledge that her captor is alive and most likely looking for her right now.
Seraphina will never go near that fucking tower again, if I have to spend my whole life running with her.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But tonight, we are just two people, driving on the interstate, heading toward refuge.
And the knot in my stomach is finally gone.
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Thank you for reading Knot! I hope you enjoyed getting to know Xavier and Seraphina. You can read more of their story in their upcoming series, slated to release at the end on 2017.
Lili St. Germain is the USA Today bestselling author of the Gypsy Brothers series and the Cartel trilogy.
Her next series is called CALIFORNIA BLOOD, a trilogy set in the criminal underbelly of San Francisco, which follows two warring families who are ruled by blood, power and twisted desire.
Verona Blood is the first book in the series, and will be released mid-2007. Please read on for a short description of the series and links!
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VERONA BLOOD
Avery Capulet is missing.
Taken by a madman. Kept in the dark.
She might not survive.
He’ll use her body. Destroy her mind.
All before he even lays a hand on her.
Rome Montague is a drug dealer. A criminal. A thief.
Rome Montague is missing – but nobody will miss him.
Not that it matters; after the things he’s done to this girl, he doesn’t deserve to be found.
For CALIFORNIA BLOOD pre-order links, release dates and more, visit
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If you can’t wait that long for Lili’s new books to release, check out her GYPSY BROTHERS series, and meet Dornan Ross, the villain readers LOVE to hate! The Gypsy Brothers series centers on a young woman and her quest for revenge, as she infiltrates the biker club who murdered her father and left her for dead. Love, lust and vengeance all collide when Juliette Portland sets out to destroy those who wronged her.