Daphne

 

“What?” asked Daphne, crossing her arm across her chest once again.

 

She felt emboldened in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. Now that everything had come out in the open and she had nothing else to hide, she realized that there wasn’t anything to be afraid of. The cards were all on the table, and now it was up to Xander how to react.

 

But if she were being honest with herself, she didn’t know just what Xander was capable of. He’d never hit her before, and she knew he wasn’t the type, but still, she couldn’t ignore the anger that was clearly boiling just beneath the surface. She watched as he worked his jaw and clenched and unclenched his hands. For a brief moment, she was able to see the rage-laden side of him that he, up until now, had likely only showed to his enemies.

 

And right at that moment, Daphne found herself overcome with emotion. Tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her face before she even had a moment to compose herself.

 

“I just … I just didn’t know what else to do. One I found out that I was pregnant, all I could think about was that man.”

 

“What man?” demanded Xander.

 

“The … man I saw you beat.”

 

“What?”

 

“One night I snuck out to follow you, to see just what you did when you were at ‘work,’ if that’s what you even call it. Part of me thought that you were going out to cheat on me, and I had to make sure. So, I followed you out to some warehouse in the middle of nowhere. And I watched as you and your fucking MC friends dragged some guy, kicking and screaming, out of a van. You took him inside, and when you finally came out he’d been beaten to an inch of his life. And there was blood on your clothes, so much blood.”

 

Xander continued to stare at her, his eyes narrowed.

 

“Do you even remember what I’m talking about?”

 

He waited a moment before responding.

 

“I’ve done that to a lot of guys,” he said. “But only ones who deserved it.”

 

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

 

“I’m not some fucking violent thug with no control over his anger,” said Xander, his voice edged with razor.

 

“How am I supposed to know that?” demanded Daphne. “All I could think about was how I didn’t want any child of mine to grow up in a house with a father like that. Think about it—`do you want Jack to grow up to be like you? Running from the law, violence a part of his life? Don’t you want something more for him?”

 

“That doesn’t give you the goddamn right to hide him from me, and lie to my fucking face about it.”

 

Daphne shook her head.

 

“I need to be alone,” she said, starting off for her bedroom.

 

“Not a fucking chance,” said Xander, following after her. “You think you can just pull this shit and hide out when you get called out on it?”

 

Daphne rushed into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. But it caught on something before closing all the way. Turning around, she saw that Xander had grabbed hold of it, stopping it in place.

 

“What … what are you doing?” Daphne asked, her eyes going wide as she watched Xander hold the door.

 

She pulled on the knob, trying to shut it. But it was no use—Xander was just too strong. His thick bicep hardly even needed to flex to surpass her strength. Xander stared at her hard, breathing in heavily through his nose. He stepped into the room and shut the door hard behind him.

 

“Xander …” said Daphne. “What are you doing?”

 

He continued to stare at her, his expression a curious blend of anger and lust. Then, suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Daphne by the hips. A little shriek left her mouth as he took hold of her in his irresistible grip. Xander spun her around and pushed her towards the nearby dresser. Once she was just about on top of it, Daphne reached out and grabbed it, bracing herself.

 

“S-stop,” she said, her voice a pliant whimper.

 

But Xander wasn’t in any mood to negotiate. It was clear what he wanted.

 

Daphne looked at Xander in the mirror as he loomed over her like a big, burly beast, like some kind of Viking berserker in the middle of a rage. With a hard pull, he yanked her pants and panties down, her bare ass now exposed to him.

 

“Xander …” she said, surprised to hear just how much lust was in her voice as soon as the words left her mouth.

 

She knew she should’ve protested, that she should’ve screamed or fought back, that she shouldn’t let Xander do what he clearly had on his mind. But as much as her conscious thoughts protested, she felt herself grow wetter by the second. Something about the way Xander held her, not willing to let her go, turned her on beyond imagination.

 

Xander, one hand clamped down on her hips, undid his belt and zipper, then yanked down his pants, his massive, hard cock springing out.

 

“Xander … you can’t,” said Daphne, giving one last protestation.

 

But before she could say another word, he shoved himself deep into her with a single hard, full motion. Daphne uttered a small squeal as he entered her, his cock filling her up instantly in a way she wasn’t entirely prepared for. Once he’d fully penetrated her, Xander began pumping instantly, fucking her at full strength, buried himself into her over and over again.

 

“Oh fuck,” said Daphne, now gripping onto the dresser as firmly as she could. “Xander …”

 

Xander went at her with pneumatic strength and rhythm. He drove himself into her, slapping her ass hand with his open palm as she did. Daphne shrieked with each impact of his palm against her flesh, the bright, cracking sound of his hand against her curves ringing out through the bedroom.

 

“I want you to say it,” said Xander through his heavy grunts. “I want you to say that you belong to me.”

 

“You … oh, oh,” said Daphne, part of her still wanted to protest, but the greater part of her wanting to give in to his total domination of her. “I …”

 

“Say it,” said Xander, his voice gruff and commanding. “Say that you and Jack and my property.”

 

To make his point clear, he slapped her ass hard once again, another moan of pain and pleasure slithering out of Daphne’s mouth.

 

“Me … and, oh, Jack … we’re yours, we belong to you.”

 

“Tell me you’re mine, all mine,” he said, still pounding her harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life.

 

“I’m all yours,” said Daphne, the words rushing out of her mouth in some kind of joyous rush. “I belong to you!”

 

And as soon as the words came out, an orgasm more powerful than Daphne could’ve imagined ripped through her body. She dug her fingers into the dresser, moaning and shrieking as the pleasure tore through her body. Daphne’s knees buckled under her, and only through Xander’s hard grip on her hips did she stay upright.

 

Opening her eyes as much as she could stand, Daphne watched as Xander’s face tightened in orgasmic concentration. He grunted hard, driving himself into her over and over until he finally came. He emptied his cock into her, exploding inside of her in the wet, sticky way that drove her wild every time, without fail. He brought his hand down on her ass one last time, slapping it hard and giving it a full squeeze. Then, when he was done, he withdrew his cock from her, the warm trickle of cum down her thigh following right after.

 

Daphne caught her breath as she stood there, her chest rising and falling. Xander, apparently just as spent as she was, staggered backward towards the bed and fell down on top of it. Daphne stepped out of the clothes pooled around her ankles and walked to the bed, collapsing on top of Xander. She nuzzled in close to him, placing her head on his chest. She couldn’t help but be confused by how she felt—she knew that she should’ve been shooing him out of her room and slamming the door behind her after what he’d just pulled. But in reality, she felt the opposite way than she would’ve expected; instead of feeling fearful towards Xander, she felt safer now.

 

It must be because everything is out in the open, she thought, listening to his heart beat through his chest. It was weighing on me, and I did know that it was only a matter of time before he found out.

 

She thought back to Xander’s comment about how she’d never truly want a “nice man,” how only a rough, savage guy like Xander would be able to give her what she really wanted. The idea sent a shudder down her spine.

 

But despite it all, she wouldn’t trade where she was right at that moment for the world.