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His words, along with the pressure growing between my legs, send a shudder of pleasure through me, igniting a flame only he can stoke. This possessive side of him is strangely satisfying. Adrian was never possessive withme, only controlling, so seeing Julian this blinded by his need to own me is somewhat intoxicating.

Addictive, like I hold all the power.

The rawest form of pleasure builds between my legs, and I moan loudly as he continues to fuck my ass in sync with his thrusts. The combination is too much. In seconds I feel myself hurtling toward another climax.

I cry out, my voice breaking at the intensity of the orgasm. His reaction is immediate and as intense as mine. He doesn’t take long to reach his peak. His breath hitches before a groan resonates deep within him. His body goes taut above mine, and with a final shudder of pleasure he releases himself inside of me.

I watch him from under my lashes, gasping for air as his grip on my waist tightens for one heart-stopping moment before it slackens. His eyes are still as dark as they were before, and I lose myself in their vastness. It’s as if he’s trying to commit this moment to memory.

He didn’t use a condom, but I’m not concerned since I’m on the pill. Still, the tiny voice in the back of my mind nags about the risks we keep taking. Next time I won’t give in to him if he doesn’t use protection. Although I’m worried my resolve will be as frail as it was tonight.

We stand like that, panting and staring into each other’s droopy eyes, until Julian carefully unties my wrists. I rub at the sore skin, flexing the muscles here and there. Then, when my legs threaten to give out, still weak and trembling, he lifts me up into his arms and lays me down on my bed, taking in the sight of my exposed body while his eyes flicker with something soft, something tender, that leaves warmth spreading through my chest.

But just as it appears, it’s gone, leaving a trace of numbness in its wake.

He opens my legs, gathering his leaked-out cum with his finger before sliding it inside of me. I hiss at the touch, still sensitive and sore. It makes me shudder a little, but he covers me with the bedsheets. A soft moan leaves my lips at the warm feel of my bed as it lulls me to sleep.

“Don’t wash yourself.”

His low voice filters in, and I blink my eyes open, staring into a brewing tempest. I’m about to protest when his next words steal away any reasoning that remains within me.

“I want to know you’ll be walking around tomorrow with my cum between your legs.”

His crude words bring a flush to my cheeks. I can’t walk around with his cum dripping down. Anyone could see it.

“Julian, I can’t?—”

He brushes the back of his hand over my reddening cheeks, and the tender gesture stuns me. He leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I forget what I was about to say.

If doing what he tells me to do gets me this level of tenderness from him, I have no problem doing so.

He deepens the kiss, gripping my chin to close the distance between us. A flicker of desire forms in my lower abdomen, and I know if we were to go at it again, it wouldn’t take me long to come undone.

I’m so consumed by the moment that when he straightens back up, the motion feels abrupt. He looksdown at me, and the mixture of emotions in his eyes is long gone. In its place is his stoic, emotionless expression.

Without saying a word, he turns and leaves.

And I’m left alone again, with only my thoughts to pester my mind, clouding the remnants of what just happened between us.

The atmosphere turns cold again, creeping closer, as reality pushes through the cracks before sinking in.

All the warmth he enveloped me with is snatched away in seconds, leaving me with this itching sensation all over my skin. The wetness between my legs burns now with the doubt that this was all an act of manipulation. That maybe he didn’t really mean each caress and kiss. He managed to play with my resolve, molding it with the promise of pleasure.

No. Impossible. That’s not it.

But now he’s gone ... the fog of lust is lifted.

Tomorrow I’m killing Victoria.

Even if it kills us in the process.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

AURELIA

“I’ll be a little late. Make yourself at home. Xoxo.”

I lift my head, Victoria’s message fading as I switch my phone off.

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