Page 115 of Fame and Obsession

Keeping one hand against my breast, he lowers the other below my stomach and pulls me forcefully against him.

Our bodies mold together perfectly, his hardness to my softness.

I feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. Begging for attention. Seeking my bare skin. I press against him, feeling the fraying edges of his control wither away.

His fingers dig into my skin as he shoves the straps of my tank top off my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I reach behind me and weave my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

Needing more…

All I can hear is his ragged breath as both hands slide down my hips and disappear.

Incoherent words tumble from my lips as his finger slides back and forth into my wetness, sparking a lethal line of fire. But when he rakes his finger over an already lit fuse, I cry out, desperate for more, yet fearing the fall.

“Shit!” Dragging my hand from around his neck, I slam it against the wall. “Julian, please…”

But love can be merciless, and the man behind me relishes in my pleas. He’s getting off on my cries. He’s slaying his demons by forcing me to endure his wicked torture.

His delicious, maddening, addictively wicked torture.

His touch gets rougher. His demands become unbearable. He’s going to be the death of me… It’s my last thought before my body explodes for him, my throaty scream, echoing in the tiny room.

“No more waiting.”

I hear him fumble with his belt, then watch out of the corner of my eye as it flies across the room. The unmistakeable sound of a zipper slices through the thick tension seconds before he pins me against the wall, his mouth against my ear.

“Brace yourself.”

Quickly dropping my other hand from his neck, I flatten it, too, against the wall as my heart pounds in my chest. I’m turned away from him, with no idea what’s in his head. Waiting breathlessly for his next move.

I don’t have to wait long.

Gripping my hips again, Julian gives a sharp tug, causing me to bend forward. “Now spread those legs for me, princess.” he commands with a growl.

I obey without question, widening my vulnerable stance, my cheeks heating with a heady cocktail of embarrassment and lust.

I know this is his game. He’s in control. He needs to dominate in order to deal with the chaos that’s become his life. I know that… But it still doesn’t stop me from tilting my chin over my shoulder to steal a look at him.

He’s standing behind me, tall, fierce, and deadly serious, one hand squeezing my hip and the other viciously pumping his dick.

My jaw drops.

In that moment, something in that power-hungry gaze shifts, and I swear, I see the devil dancing in his eyes. The corner of his mouth tips up, that ghost dimple sinking hard and deep into his cheek.

“You like to watch, princess?” Licking his lips, he gives himself a few more savage pumps before pressing his hips forward and lining his dick up with my entrance. “Watch this…”

Without warning, he thrusts inside me, embedding himself so deeply, I lose my breath. I cry out, the force of his possession causing me to drop my head.

There’s a dark laugh behind me. “Show’s not over.” Grabbing fistful of my hair, he winds it around his hand and pulls my head back. “Look at me.”

My neck aches and my eyes are watering, but I do as he says, both unsettled and exhilarated to see this side of him. As we lock eyes, he gives another savage thrust. Then another. Then another. Each one harder and more heated than the last until he creates a furious rhythm that leaves me chanting his name.

But Julian doesn’t hear me. He’s lost in his own repetitive words, pumping them into my body. “You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine…”

The room spins until I’m finally driven into oblivion. “Julian!”

His body tenses, but he refuses to relent. Skin slaps against skin as he fucks me harder, faster, his maniacal pace drawing curses from both our mouths. It’s like he’s trying to exorcise a year of demons…

His friend’s death…

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