CHAPTER 3

 

My red Porsche was eating up the mileage faster than a bullet train, but it still wasn’t fast enough for my liking. I needed to be there. Now! My temper was high. Blood boiled in my veins. I changed gears and sped along the highway. Stopping at a traffic light, I slowed the car and cursed, staring at the little red box on the passenger seat.

How could he treat me like this? That damn Julian. So that was why he was here in Australia.

Memories from a few hours prior flooded my brain. Papa and I were eating dinner. That was when he'd told me Julian was here for the press conference between our two companies.

My report, which I'd written to Papa back when Julian and I were considered a couple, had made its way to the company, and now, without consulting me, Papa and Julian had formed a contract. The big press conference event would take place in a few days’ time. All without my knowledge.

I blamed myself for writing that report. And I blamed Papa for not consulting me prior to making his decision. But that wasn’t what had my blood boiling hot. It was because of that box.

As soon as I stepped in front of his private retreat, courtesy of Papa, who gave me his address, I knew I was right. Julian’s intentions weren't pure. He would try to take over Papa’s position, like he did with his own family.

I barged through the door, calling out his name, unaware when it swung open at ease. Grey undertones with soft white and black furnishings darted past my eyes as I flew up the metallic staircase, searching for him.

I opened every single door, barging through all the different rooms in his private retreat, but Julian was nowhere to be found. But there was one room I hadn’t been to yet. His bedroom.

I hesitated, not wanting to enter. There were too many memories of us making out in bedrooms that my steps faltered. But there were no other alternatives. I marched up the stairs and shoved that door open.

“Julian, where are—”

I swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, lungs suddenly out of air. The muscles at my core clenched with phenomenal desire and my clit throbbed.

Julian emerged from the bathroom, only a tiny white towel wrapped around his waist. He was dripping wet, droplets of water running down his well-defined torso, all the way down his six-pack abs. I followed that small movement until the droplets were absorbed into the towel.

Julian made a growling sound, which drew my eyes back to his face.

His damp black hair was swept back as he roughly combed through it with his fingers. A few strands managed to escape and fell forward, overshadowing half his face, partially hiding his mysterious grey eyes.

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking or what was hidden behind those eyes, but when he leaned against the doorframe, watching me as I inhaled air to fill my starved lungs, he smirked. Julian knew I was in danger of my own temptation.

“I knew you would come,” he drawled huskily. “But I didn’t expect you to come this fast.”

I woke from my delirious state and threw the red box in his face. Julian had expert reflexes, catching the box in the nick of time. Fuck his agility.

“Don’t think you can buy me. I said we’re not in a relationship. You have nothing to do with me. Don’t try to manipulate Papa like you manipulated me. I won’t let it happen again.”

“This is?” He cocked one eyebrow at me, the red box in his hand.

“Your worthless necklace.”

Julian casually walked across the room. He placed the box on a display stand next to the cabinet that contained an array of alcohol. Julian picked up a bottle of Pinot Noir and poured himself a glass. Glancing in my direction, he asked, “Want a drink?”

I couldn’t reply. I was too astounded at his change in personality.

Was this the real Julian? He was so suave, so confident in his gait and mannerism. It was like the world was his oyster.

Then again, the world was his oyster. He was a billionaire after all. He didn’t need his father’s company or the Devereux legacy to make it big. He was already made.

So why? Why did he want to be the Devereux heir? I always found myself coming back to the same question.

“What do you want?” I got straight to the point. “Papa’s company? Because if you do, you’ll have to go through me first.”

Julian casually twirled the red liquid in the glass, watching it swirl around like a mini whirlpool. He was in no hurry to reply.

I drummed my toes and clenched my teeth, my whole body tensed. I was wound up tight, whereas he was so loose and casual, seemingly to the point of not caring.

“Tell me. What is your purpose for coming here? Is it Papa’s company?”

Julian eyed me sharply over the rim of his glass. His lips twitched and he smirked. “Why are you so sure I want your father’s company? What if I say I'm interested in you?”

“Huh!” I scoffed in disbelief. “You interested in me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not interested in you. Maybe before, but certainly not now.”

“Really now?” Julian violently dumped his drink on the stand and prowled toward me like a lethal panther. I was a little afraid, but I stood my ground. He only stopped when he reached me. His eyes sparkled. I couldn’t detect their meaning. “Want to bet you’re not interested in me?”

“You bet I—”

Julian fisted my hair and hauled my face forward, cutting off my sentence. Without asking for permission, he slammed his mouth to mine, sealing our lips tight before I could even offer any resistance. His tongue probed my mouth.

I bit him hard. Blood surged forth, tasting metallic, but still he didn’t let go. He only kissed me harder, darting his tongue about, wanting me to taste him too. He wanted to prove to me he was in control. And I was just his little toy, following his lead.

“Why did you kiss me? Why?” I panted when he released my mouth.

“Let’s see.” He smeared his bloodied lips at the crook of my neck, like a vampire about to have his fill. “To prove I’m better than all your previous boyfriends. Too prove you’re still interested in me. Which you are. And maybe…” He moved up to the shell of my ear and whispered there, “Because I want to see your reaction. I love looking at your face when I fuck you. You are one insatiable woman. Want me to fuck you now? I recall your disappointed look when I left your father's house. Shall I rectify that?”

“Fuck you, Julian. Get off me.” I lashed out at him, but he gripped me harder.

“Really? Do you really mean that? What would happen this time if I let you go? Are you going to pleasure yourself with your fingers? Or do you have toys to satisfy you? Or did you even pleasure yourself at all? That’s why you came running to my house so fast. Looking for me to fuck you?”

“Julian, you fucking bastard. I hate you,” I screamed with all the energy I had.

A sharp, indescribable emotion flitted across his stormy eyes before they turned right again. And just like that, Julian shoved me into his private bathroom until I was braced against the wall mirror. Twisting me around so I faced the mirror, he laid my hands flat against the reflective surface and stood behind me, his face nestled against my hair. I tried struggling and shoving him off, but he held me still, trapping me in place, his hard-toned body behind.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me,” I yelled when I became aware of his erection pressing into my back.

Julian just laughed. He snuggled his face in the crook of my neck and licked the skin there. My legs almost buckled from the hot sensation of his velvety tongue on my nape.

“Do you like it, Kimberly? Do you like me kissing you there? I remember you always writhe whenever I kiss you there.”

“Fuck you, Julian. Fuck you,” I screamed, struggling with all my effort, but Julian only crowded me into the wall farther.

“Shh,” he hushed into my ear, his baritone digging deep in my heart. “Be patient. I’ll fuck you in a bit. But first, watch yourself in the mirror. See how much you love it when I show you my cock.”

Pulling up my skirt, he expertly peeled down my panties until they rested between my knees. Stripping his white towel, he squeezed my thighs before slipping his cock between them. I gasped when the crown peeked through my thighs, then disappeared again.

Oh God! What was he doing to me? God knows how much I missed him inside me. And here he was teasing me, using my thighs like another hole.

My heart was killing me. Every breath burned. Each time I saw that head making its way past my thighs, I grew wetter and wetter.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see it anymore. I was losing myself to this temptation.

Yet I could feel every little peak and valley on that cock. The veins, his hot skin, and that silky head as it rubbed against my own supple flesh. And as he increased his pace, his shaft moved higher and higher until it slid against the lips of my sex. I shivered with lust.

“Ju—” I couldn’t speak. Instead, I bit my lips. I knew if I were to open my mouth, the only sound coming out would be moans and groans. And I would never allow that to happen. Julian wouldn't see me surrender in this state.

I took in some air to calm my heart, to calm my brain. But oddly, it had the opposite effect. My heartbeat increased in crescendo, my ears rang, and my brain only focused on the feel of his rough fingers rubbing my clit, the touch of his lips searing the skin of my neck, and that cock, thrusting back and forth between my thighs.

My palms started to get sweaty, making them slip on the mirror. Julian must have noticed this because he repositioned me back in place, slapping his palm on top of mine. Again, he thrust in and out without reservation until I couldn’t hold onto my voice any longer and I screamed, releasing a myriad of moans.

I went limp in his arms, and he caught me, preventing me from falling.

“Open your eyes, Kimberly,” Julian said at last, his voice oddly hoarse. “Look at yourself in the mirror. See how much you like it. Look at this fluid you exude.”

I panted, staring at the white-hot liquid dripping down my legs. And felt shame all over again. I had come. Climaxed. But still my clit throbbed for more.

Julian held me still, squashing me farther against the mirror. “Now,” he panted, his baritone voice heavy in my ear. “Want me to put it inside you?”

I opened my eyes wide with panic. “No. Get off me.” I fought him. But it was already too late. Julian pushed through in one go. It happened so fast that I lost my breath.

“Open your eyes, Kimberly,” he said again roughly. “Watch yourself enjoy my cock.”

Although I was out of breath, out of energy, and out of power, I still managed to curse him. “Fuck you, Julian,” I yelled hoarsely as he continued to pump into me from behind. “Go to hell.”

“Hell?” Julian was smiling wickedly, his eyes shining bright. “Don’t you mean heaven? Just look at your face. You enjoy every single moment of this. Say again that you don’t like me. Say again that you have no interest in me.”

I knew now that he was provoking me. He was trying to prove a point. And his point was I was still in lust with him.

And he was right. As he was pumping into me, all I could do was offer moans, moans that would have embarrassed me if I weren’t under his spell now. So I closed my eyes again, not wanting to witness myself causing shame to my own dignity.

“Open your eyes, Kimberly,” he hissed into my ear again. “Watch yourself.”

I shook my head. I refused to open them. I refused to acknowledge I wanted him. Even though every single fiber within me screamed out for him to just finish his job and stop spouting nonsense.

But Julian still didn’t stop with his narration.

“You know, this was what I wanted to do to you from the very beginning. Fuck you like this. Take you from behind like this. While you watch yourself in the mirror. Does it feel good to have my cock inside you? Do you like it when I slide in and out of you? Do you like it when I speak naughty thoughts into your ear? Look at your face, Kimberly. You make the most amazing expressions when I’m inside you.”

No. No. I won’t be tempted. No matter what Julian says, I will not be tempted to open—

“Open!” Julian hissed into my ear, startling me so I opened my eyes.

And I saw myself.

Oh God! My eyes were wide open, green pupils misty with lust. My pink lips were parted, tongue slightly rolled out. I was a woman in the throes of sexual bliss.

“Remember, Kimberly, when you first gave yourself to me,” he panted close to my ear. “We did it in the bathroom then too. You made the same facial expression. I remember it well. I wanted so much to show you my true self, but I had to hide myself. Sometimes, though, Kimberly, I lost it when I fucked you. Especially when you made that face, squirming underneath me as I took you. And now, I’ll make you squirm again. From behind.”

And he hit me harder, pounding into me faster, pushing into me deeper. Not enough to satisfy his craving, he angled his cock, hitting my pleasure spot so I screamed again. Finally, when I had no more energy left, I slid down the length of his body and collapsed onto him.

We both fell onto the floor. Julian underneath, cushioning me. But still, he didn’t give up, ramming into me from below as I bounced up and down on his lap. And it wasn’t until I was at my last breath, fireflies flashing before my eyes, that he released his essence inside me. I climaxed at that moment too, slumping into him from lack of energy.

Julian picked me up and carried me back to his bedroom, resting me against his plush black couch. He grabbed some tissues and wiped clean the evidence that dribbled down my legs. After tossing them in a bin, he sat beside me.

“Rest for a bit.” He threaded his fingers through my brown tresses, slowly bringing them to caress my soft cheek. “When you’ve regained enough energy, go home.” His eyes briefly glanced at the red box on the stand. Turning back, he said to me, “You may not want that necklace now, but I will make you accept it.”

I wanted to protest, to argue my point that no matter what circumstances I was in, I would never accept his necklace. But I was too tired. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was watch him leave, disappearing into the bathroom again.

By the time I left some ten minutes later, Julian still hadn't reappeared.

 

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