Page 78 of Cruel Destinies

His frown deepened. “We don’t. I rarely speak to him unless he has some intel for me. I only found out a few days ago that he knew you when he asked me to get you into the school.”

That made my anger cool a little bit. It was nice to hear that Julian was holding up his end of our deal.

“So, you guys don’t have some creepy arrangement where you share girls?” I ventured, immediately regretting it when his eyes narrowed in renewed suspicion.

“What?” he growled, rising to stand and looking down at me with growing menace. “What are you talking about?”

I crossed my arms around my chest, feeling too vulnerable without that protection. “I figured since we’re being so honest, we might as well air that dirty laundry, too. Mine and Julian’s relationship isn’t strictly business.”

“Yousleptwith him?” he barked, the sharp words like a slap in the face.

“No, I didn’t sleep with him,” I retorted. “Just some over the pants stuff and maybe a little feeding.”

“Feed—” He cut himself off as his eyes widened in understanding. “What the fuck, Shea? How could you—why would you—”

“I didn’tintendfor it to happen,” I defended. “It just sortahappened, the same way things justhappenedwith you. I didn’t plan for any of this. I didn’t plan to have feelings for either of you, and certainly notbothof you.”

He thrust both hands into his hair, raking his fingers over his scalp as he began to pace. Then he turned on me, nostrils flaring, hurt warring with fury in his blazing eyes.

“I thought you and I…”

“You thought, what?” I countered. “You never made anything official. In fact, you actively refused at every possible opportunity. I’m just your dirty little secret.”

His eyes bore into me, and even though the rage I saw there frightened me, I met him back with all the challenge I could muster.

“Well then, let me make it official,” he growled.

Grabbing my wrist, he yanked me out of the armchair and trapped me against him, forcing his lips onto mine with deliciously possessive passion.

I was too stunned to fight or argue, to do anything but surrender completely to his mouth claiming mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, roughly sliding across mine, wrestling it into submission. His teeth scraped across my lips, making me gasp in thrilled delight.

Every ounce of angry rebellion and snark vanished in the wave of intense desire that washed over me, and I kissed him back with just as much desperation.

Abruptly, he broke his mouth from mine, roughly cupping my face in his calloused hands and making it impossible to look anywhere but into his heated gaze. “You aremine, Shea.”

Then he hoisted me up with his hands on my waist and threw me over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a bag of flour. He gave my ass one hard smack that made me yelp and tingle all over as he carried me down the hall.

I heard a kick and then the smack of a door against a wall before he threw me onto my bed. Before I had even stopped bouncing against the mattress, he jerked down my pants and panties. My heart was racing so fast I could barely function, but there wasn’t a drop of protest in my entire being.

He didn’t wait for me to kick off my bottoms or shoes. In the span of one blink, he freed his cock from his pants andplunged it into me, thrusting hard and fast as my pants hung at my ankles. He pressed his body down on top of mine and conquered my mouth with ferocious kisses as he fucked me mercilessly, possessively.

I reached my hands up to claw his hair, his back, anything to brace myself against his destruction, but he snatched them before they could get too far, trapping my wrists in one hand and pinning them against the mattress above my head.

“You’re mine, Shea,” he growled into my ear as he slammed into me again and again. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

His possessive declarations and utter devastation of my body was too much for me to bear, and I came in an eruption of painful ecstasy, screaming into his dominating mouth. He broke away to let my scream free, groaning as the sound filled my room.

“Yes, baby, scream for me,” he moaned, not slowing as my inner walls tremored helplessly around his greedy cock.

Over and over, fast and furious, he thrust into me, crushing me into my mattress. It was raw and rough and primal, just as terrifying as it was intoxicating. I felt so helpless, trapped beneath his body as he took what he wanted from my flesh. And I loved every ferocious second of it, even though it was proving too intense to bear.

“Caesar,” I whimpered pleadingly, unable to tolerate this overwhelming pleasure. I was sure I was going to disappear into his obliteration. I couldn’t take it. It was too much!

“Say it,” he demanded into my ear. “Say you’re mine.”

The raw possession in his voice shot pleasure through my core, triggering the explosion of a second orgasm that was more blissfully torturous than the first. Unbridled ecstasy shattered through me.

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, I’m yours!”

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