The Naughty Sins Of A Saint (15 page)

Xenia
narrowed her eyes, fury taking full control of her body. She smacked him across the face. His rock hard jawbone made her hand sting. Saint’s head barely moved. Her eyes widened as he looked up at her, as though he was going to stomp her into the ground. His facial expression quickly changed to a wide grin. Saint laughed as he roughly grabbed her wrist before she went for a second serving of a smackdown. She was playing right into his plan.

“You wanna hit me, Baby? You wanna hurt me?” Saint said, smirking. “You’re mad because I own that pussy now? You can hit me. It won’t change anything. All you’re doing is turning me on. You’re marked. You’re mine. You won’t be right for anyone else ever again. I talk shit right? Yeah, I was telling the truth. Imagine that. Now ride my goddamn dick.”

 She rose to the tip of his dick, yanked her hand away from him, slid down, and braced herself, pushing her hands onto his chest. She popped and clapped her ass over and over, thrusting on top of him with fortitude as their eyes locked like two ravenous lions preparing for a fight. Brushing her pelvis against his lower stomach, she grinded in nasty twisted rings, making Saint lose control as her drenched pussy absorbed every inch of him. She was a professional jockey, making him lose his mind with her expert contortions and gyrations.

“That’s it, Baby. I knew you had it in you,” he groaned weakly as he lost control and came inside her again. They lie silently for a few minutes.

Raphael sat on the side of his bed in utter disbelief. “Either some good fuckin’ is going on in there, or there’s been a double homicide.” He yawned and scratched the side of his neck, then continued to feed his voyeuristic tendencies. He had heard the noises, the vile name calling, the sexual fighting. He was speechless. He tried to stop eavesdropping, but couldn’t turn away.

Saint delicately lifted Xenia off him, laying her on her side, then he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. He looked at the digital clock by the bed – 6:42AM.

“Xenia,” he said.

“Yes.”

“I had the same dream you had. I’m telling you the God’s honest truth.” Xenia sat up and rested against the headboard. She sighed and smiled.

“So, I’m really supposed to believe that?”

“That’s your choice. I’m just telling you,” Saint shrugged. “I’m going to tell you something that only one living person knows about me. I have really bad insomnia. I rarely sleep, but when I do, I have very vivid dreams, and most of them come true. That’s how I knew you were the one, from my dream. I don’t want to talk about this anymore right now, though. Right now, we need to get you fed and up and running again. You don’t have any energy.” He looked at her, his ego stroked as he admired the results of what he had done.

“Whoa, wait a minute. You can’t just spring something like that on me and then talk about breakfast. So what are you saying? Are you some sort of psychic?”

Saint paused. “I wouldn’t say that, necessarily. It’s just, I have these dreams – been having them since two or three years old, as far as I can recall. I also get a sense about people. I can walk into a room and feel people’s energy. I can’t get a read on everyone though. It’s unpredictable and intermittent. Sometimes it shows up for me, sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve never asked for it or tried to elicit it. It just shows up at various times in my life.”

“Just when I think you can’t get any weirder.” Xenia laughed as she looked away.

“This tattoo on my back has multiple meanings,” Saint said. “She represents my guardian angel. The chakras running up and down her body represent my sixth sense, my spirituality, and my calling. On the flip side she represents my ‘goddess,’ our connection and love for one another. She’s illustrated on my back, and her placement is perfectly in line with my heart. That means she always has my back, is always in my heart, and I’ll protect her no matter what. She’s you.”

Xenia
looked at Saint, feeling his sincerity fill the room.

“You’re dead serious,” she finally said as she shook her head in disbelief. “Either you really are crazy, or you’re telling the truth. I’m not certain which just yet.” Saint took her hand and placed it on his heart. Xenia closed her eyes and smiled as she felt it beating under his warm skin.

“You have to give me permission,” he said. “I’ve never attempted this with anyone else, but I want to try.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Xenia asked softly.

“Keep your hand on my heart. Concentrate. I’m going to put my hand over your heart, too. Ask me a question that you know I wouldn’t know the answer to,” he said.

Xenia
laughed. “Come on, Saint. This is silly!”

“Please try,” Saint urged. “Think of your question, and think of the answer very clearly in your mind.”

Xenia
exhaled, “Well, OK.” She thought for a moment. “OK, I have it.”

Saint nodded, “Slow your breathing. Be as calm as you can, then ask me.”

He waited as Xenia closed her eyes and concentrated.

“I’m ready,” she said. “When I was six years old, I had a favorite – something. My mother would try to make me leave it at home, and I’d cry and have a fit if she took it away. What was it?”

Saint closed his eyes and held her hand harder to his chest while he kept his palm over her heart. Xenia watched as his eyes moved rapidly under their lids.

“It was a yellowish, maybe a light-orange, teddy bear with one blue eye and one black button sewn for the other because the other had fallen off and was never found again. Your grandmother had given it to you a couple years before she died unexpectedly, so you became more attached to the teddy bear after her passing. You didn’t understand death, but the teddy bear gave you comfort. You named her ‘Pumpkin.’”

Xenia
gasped, snatching her hand away. She put her hand over her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. “Oh, my God, it’s true! What you said is true. How did you do that?”

Saint carefully reached over to her face and wiped her tears. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”

“Saint I don’t know how to feel about you,” Xenia said.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He took her hand and held it. “I was just trying to show you that I’m for real. This isn’t a game to me. This is my life, this is your life. I wasn’t even sure I could do it. I just felt that I probably could. For all I know, I may only be able to do it with you. I have no idea. I usually just get a feeling. I don’t need to touch anyone or have them touch me. Unless it’s a dream, it isn’t as detailed as what we just experienced. The power of touch and your having an open mind helped me do it.”

“I honestly didn’t think you’d know.”

“Yes, but a part of you wanted me to know, and that helped,” Saint explained. “You wanted me to be right.” He leaned close to her face, rubbing his nose playfully against her cheek as he caressed her chin. Saint lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, gently sucking as he wrapped his arm around her stomach. He finished off with a soft peck. “Just relax for a minute. I’ll order us something to eat. Do you like eggs and turkey sausage?”

‘Mount – mate – afterglow – she’s mine,’ he thought.

Xenia
nodded. She sighed weakly, “You’re a sadist, Saint. You wore me out.” She smiled happily into her pillow as she relived the carnal lovemaking in her mind before falling back to sleep. Saint grinned, patted her back, then picked up the hotel phone and called for room service.

“Hi, this is Dr. Aknaten in suite 822. I want to order some breakfast, please. I want two orders of scrambled eggs, two orders of turkey sausage – the links, not the patties – two grapefruit juices, two pieces of whole wheat toast, no jam and…” he looked lovingly over at his sleeping beauty, and smiled proudly. “Is there any way I can get a couple of Tylenol brought up as well? Great, thank you.” He hung up the phone. He leaned towards her slumbering body and played with her hair. Saint stretched one of her thick, dark curls, watching it spring back as he let go.

He laid close to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Watching her sleep gave him peace. He let his fingertips gently glide across her shoulder blade and arm, up and down repeatedly. ‘I can’t believe I finally found her,’ he thought, unable to contain the joy bursting in his heart. He stayed close to her, guarding her with his eyes for half an hour. He picked up the phone and checked on the breakfast.

“Hi, I’d like to understand why my breakfast hasn’t been delivered yet. Oh, really? I see. Well, can you please send the same order up again, please? Thank you.” Saint hung up the phone and laughed. “Raphael’s ass thought he got a free double breakfast.”

Saint gently nudged Xenia, unable to stand not being able to talk to her more.

“Wake up, Baby. You can go back to sleep after you eat,” he said quietly. Xenia yawned and slowly stirred, moving her legs around under the sheets.

“Oh, my God,” she said lazily as she opened one eye, then the other. “What time is it?” she asked, using the little strength she had to lift herself up.

“After 7:00 now. There is no way you can go in to work today. Besides, you don’t do the Saturday morning show anymore, so why are you worried?” He left the room and picked up the newspaper by the front door.

“I was supposed to meet with my personal trainer this morning to run.” Xenia slapped her forehead and closed her eyes.

“I don’t think you need an additional workout,” Saint joked. “I think you’ve burned enough calories for an entire week.” He sat back down next to her.

“Just so you know, don’t worry about me trying to trap you. I’m on the pill.” Xenia rubbed her eyes as she crept back into reality. “I can’t believe I let your ho ass fuck me raw. It’s like you put some sort of spell on me. I’ve lost my damn mind,” she said as she sucked her teeth. Much to her surprise, Saint burst out laughing.

“I’m not worried about you trying to trap me. I already knew you take birth control pills. I saw them fall out your purse at the park. The pill is bad for you though. We’ll have to talk about that later,” Saint said.

Xenia
rolled her eyes, “Don’t try to boss me around. We aren’t even in a relationship, and you’re starting up already,” she laughed.

Saint smiled. “This is it, you and me, right here.” He pointed to himself, then back at her. “And for the record, ho or not, I’ve never, ever failed to use a condom. I’ve never come inside anyone before.”

“Why is that?” Xenia asked.

“Because I believe in safe sex. I also believe cumming inside someone is sacred, and I didn’t want any children with anyone who wasn’t my wife. You need to read my books instead of that gossip rag that was written about me. How I feel about this is no secret. I told you research was important. Ya slippin’, Ms. Interviewer,” he taunted.

“But you didn’t wrap up with me, and I’m not your wife,” Xenia yawned.

“I know. I wanted you to have that, all of me. It was a gift. I’ve never given that to anyone before. Semen marks a woman. It’s powerful, and I do consider you my life partner. I see us married – had that dream too.”

Xenia
shook her head in amazement while Saint looked at his newspaper in the nude. She couldn’t believe how nonchalant he was about making that statement.

“I’m as crazy as you are. I actually believe this shit,” she said as she rubbed her forehead. “You’re kind of creepy though.” She shook her head.

Saint smiled and shrugged. “I’ve been told worse. Anyway, it’s the truth. I’m going to marry you,” he said as he turned towards her and grinned. “You’re everything I’ve been looking for. I know what this sounds like, but I love you, Xenia. I’ve known you over a thousand lifetimes, and you know me too. I know it seems impossible, but I honestly do. We’ve loved each other in different lives, time and time again. I’ve never connected with anyone like this before. We fit.”

“This is so crazy, it doesn’t even seem real.” Xenia sat up, looking for her bra and panties.

Saint picked them up and handed them to her.

“But it is real. I’m real, and you’re real. What happened is real. I know you felt what I felt. Sex, love, even arguments are stronger with a soulmate. We’re soulmates, Xenia. This was meant to be.” Saint sat back down on the bed and picked up the newspaper.

“Breakfast will be here soon. I better get myself together,” Xenia said as she stopped herself from crying again. Her emotions were all over the place. She continued to go from feeling angry, excited, aroused, and disappointed with herself to sad. She looked over at Saint, sitting naked on the side of the bed, turning the pages of the newspaper again. She bit her lip and lusted for him, quickly coming out of her self-imposed pity party. She realized what the problem was, why she was so confused and irritated. He had conquered her. He had won. She reached between her legs and stroked herself, right there next to him. She leaned against the bed, rubbing her finger over her clit. Her breathing became heavier. She kept her balance as she leaned her thigh into the bed. Saint felt the bed being pushed down. He looked over at her and watched intently. He put his paper down on the bed and sat back, leaning against the headboard, placing his arm behind his head, smiling as he watched the masturbation show until she made herself quietly cum.

“You’ve fucked me up,” Xenia said bitterly. “I can’t even look at you anymore without wanting to jump your bones.”

Saint heard Room Service at the door. “Here I come. Just sit it outside the door. I’ll get it in a second. Thanks!” he said, walking swiftly to the door to slide a tip underneath. He heard a quick, “Thank you, sir” and footsteps. He entered the bedroom again, this time closing the door behind him to prevent Raphael from receiving any more audible updates. He walked up to Xenia who stood shaking as her juice ran down her leg. He tenderly took her by her elbow.