Inside the car, Xavier didn't do anything else, and Asher was thankful for that. Gosh, all of this was giving him anxiety because he couldn't comprehend why everything was happening at once.
He looked to the front. Nolan was busy driving, his attention fixed on the dark road ahead. Asher wondered why they were returning at the dead of night. What if something happened on the way? But this was the formidable lord after all—he shouldn't be scared of anything.
Still, fear crept in.
With everything he had seen, he was now scared of what Xavier's room would look like. What if there were ornaments of severed heads hanging on the walls? Or inside his wardrobe?
Fuck.
He suddenly remembered—would they be sharing a room? Because he couldn't sleep well without putting a knife under his pillow. Who knew when Xavier might try to strangle him in his sleep?
Goodness, he was getting PTSD just thinking about all this. And his family—would they even like him?
And this man… he wasn't homophobic. Even he was surprised at himself. But could he really handle doing all this with a man? Look at him—he was straight. He was pretty sure he liked girls.
But his traitorous mind decided to embarrass him by replaying the scenes from the main hall. When Xavier touched him in places that were obviously forbidden.
And then he felt it.
A liquid warmth dripping down his legs.
Fuck!!
What was that?
He was getting aroused just from the mere thought. How disgraceful.
Damn it, he was doomed. His bulge was threatening to expose him, especially since he was wearing joggers—and no boxers. All thanks to Xavier.
Kidding. Xavier didn't tear it off. He had just forgotten it back in the prison cell. How embarrassing. Halfway through their earlier moment, he remembered he wasn't wearing anything inside, and his crotch had been battling to be freed ever since.
He silently prayed Xavier wouldn't notice. The embarrassment alone would kill him.
Okay. Calm down. The ecstasy would fade.
But the feeling returned fiercely the moment he remembered Xavier's hand slipping under his ass.
Oh fuck me. Why now?!
Asher glanced at Xavier. He was on the right side of the car, watching the passing surroundings through the window, his attention seemingly elsewhere.
Okay… how do you get rid of this?
He began thinking fast.
To jerk off? Right? But that would be worse.
Unknown to Asher, his scent was rising to its peak. His citrus pheromones were spilling out with his arousal, and Xavier caught it instantly. His eyes shifted from the window to Asher, watching him subtly battle with the growing hardness inside his joggers.
Xavier's bulge reacted immediately.
Not again. He had been controlling himself so well. Now it was ruined. He couldn't keep it down anymore.
Nolan remained unaware of the chaos at the back, focused on driving. Asher, still unaware of being watched, slid his hand to his bulge. Slowly, he tugged his joggers down.
Xavier's eyes darkened with hunger as he watched Asher's shaft spring free.
The overwhelming desire to touch it grew stronger. He swallowed thickly, saliva gathering in his throat. This was his limit. Any second now, he would lose control.
Xavier knew once they reached headquarters, he wouldn't have time for this. Piles of files and work had been waiting for him during the weeks he stayed at the prison. He technically could ignore them—but this? This demanded his attention.
Fuck… Asher, you're killing me internally.
Xavier groaned softly in his seat, loosening his black pants and freeing himself from the tight restraint. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy.
He began stroking it slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on Asher, who was doing the same. The air inside the car grew heavy with scent and tension.
His gaze darkened further as he realized resisting the urge to touch Asher was pointless.
They were both horny. Both needed release.
Asher's attention was fixed on his flushed shaft when suddenly a rough palm circled him and began to stroke.
He stumbled back in shock, not expecting to be caught so quickly.
"Fuck… that feels good."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. And he wasn't lying. The sensation that surged through him when Xavier stroked him was unreal.
"Want me to continue?" Xavier asked, voice low, eyes locked on him as they both gasped for breath.
His pheromones spiked even higher, dominating the air. Asher's scent mixed with his, intoxicating and impossible to resist.
And it wasn't just affecting Xavier.
Nolan began to notice the overwhelming sweetness filling the car. The citrus scent clogged his senses, making it hard to breathe. His grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly. He glanced at the rearview mirror—and froze.
Realizing what was happening in the backseat, and knowing if he was caught staring he'd be punished, he quickly slammed the brakes, stopped the car, opened the window, and stepped out.
Goodness Lord.
Asher's pheromones were dangerously intoxicating. He had complained about Xavier's before, but Asher's could make someone commit every kind of sin. And it didn't help that he was too damn sexy.
Fuck. Was he having sexual thoughts about him now?
He shouldn't. He had a mate back at headquarters—a woman. He was straight. Nothing more.
Inside the car, neither Xavier nor Asher noticed Nolan stepping out. All they wanted was release.
Asher had forgotten he was supposedly straight. At this point, his reasoning was gone. The only thing on his mind was the ache between his legs.
From stroking him, Xavier slid down onto his knees inside the spacious backseat and took Asher into his mouth, sucking slowly at first, finding a rhythm before going deeper.
Asher's breath hitched as he moved his hips instinctively.
Xavier had never been in this position before. He was always the dominant one, letting others kneel for him. But this time, kneeling and taking Asher in his mouth sent a strange thrill through him.
It was his first time doing this.
And he liked it.
The feel of Asher in his mouth was addictive.
Asher, on the other hand, was stunned. The so-called evil man had bent down for him. He watched in disbelief as Xavier gripped him firmly, rubbing him slowly before lowering his head.
No one had ever done this to Asher before.
He had always thought it disgusting.
But right now? It felt like pure sweetness.
His eyes rolled back as sensation flooded his body. His head felt light.
He was close.
"Fuck… I'm about to release."
Xavier hummed in approval and didn't stop. He sucked faster, deeper, until Asher finally came, spilling into his mouth in a rush.
Xavier swallowed, then licked his lips slowly before standing and cupping Asher's chin.
"Any sexual problems, let me know. I'm at your service. And stop hiding things from me—it hurts me."
Asher was dumbfounded.
Who was this man he was marrying? How could he be so sweet and so evil at the same time? Was this side only for him? Because he had never seen Xavier soft with anyone else.
Was he delusional?
"Okay… but you were kneeling. I didn't expect that."
He couldn't help asking. From what he knew, men liked being in power. Why was Xavier different? And he looked happy doing it.
Xavier's face turned unreadable. He stood up, pulled up his pants, then adjusted Asher's.
He was still hard, but he held back. After the wedding, there would be time. He wanted Asher to accept him willingly—not by force.
"That position is reserved for you. Anyone else who sees me like that will be killed. So this is our little secret, Asher Collins."
The way he said his name made Asher's stomach flip.
Was that romantic?
He was supposed to be depressed about being abandoned by his family. Instead, one man had taken over his thoughts completely.
"Okay…" he replied softly, still shaken.
"And I don't like you being afraid of me or restricting your opinions. It's not like I'd kill you."
He laughed at his own joke.
Asher didn't.
Nothing about being killed was funny.
His face froze, and Xavier immediately realized he had touched a sensitive topic. He coughed awkwardly.
"My bad…"
Asher's irritation flared.
"My bad? Seriously? Nobody laughs about being butchered."
Xavier's shoulders drooped slightly as he turned, looking almost like a scolded child.
Asher knew he was being manipulated—but those eyes…
"Okay, okay. Stop tormenting me. I forgive you."
Xavier grinned instantly.
When he looked forward and didn't see Nolan, his expression darkened.
"Where is that little man?"
The door opened immediately. Nolan slid back in.
"I'm sorry, boss. I decided to give you both some privacy. I'm sorry."
"Drive."
Just one cold word.
Nolan obeyed instantly, grateful the pheromones weren't as overwhelming anymore.
Xavier leaned closer to Asher.
"You smell so good. I love it."
Minutes later, Asher saw it.
From a distance, a massive fortress rose into view. An outrageous fence stretched endlessly across acres of land. It wasn't just one structure—there were multiple tall buildings, golden structures, and a massive citadel towering above everything.
Guards were everywhere. Security was suffocatingly tight. Even hyenas patrolled the grounds.
Asher's mouth fell open.
"Oh my God… how rich is this man?"
But that thought hung when he saw that they were still driving, apparently they haven't arrived at the main entrance.
If took another additional minutes before they got there. A massive gate adorned with gold and intricate design of nudes figures was shamelessly hanging before his eyes.
Asher was still gawking when a parade of Mafia's matched forward, holding guns and firing in the sky making him tremble till the boss waved them to stop.
Xavier got down from the car, then he stretched his hands to Asher making him gulp.
There it was the pubic announcement and his doom, so immediately he took the hands and got down. Another gunshot was fired and this time everyone bowed down pressing their heads hard on the ground, not daring to look up.
Asher wasn't used to this, he was stunned at the maddening display and then a word came from the people welcoming them.
" Welcome Donna our lives are yours..."