That’s all he needs. He kisses me hard and unrelenting, then we’re moving. Next thing I know, he throws me on my bed. Everything feels like a blur somehow. My clothes come off. I watch him strip with my heart in my throat.
He kisses me and my hands curl in his hair. I tug when he sucks my breasts like a starving man. I gasp when he starts to move against me, nibbling, tasting, biting, coaxing, sucking, driving me insane with arousal. Everything he demands from me, I give him without a thought of denial.
Then I flip us over, and it’s my turn to touch him. Everywhere I kiss, his body trembles, intoxicating me when I realize how much power I have over him. I see the way his cock is straining, toward his navel, so hard and ready. A little pre-cum leaks from the tip. I want him in my mouth but before I can make my way there, he stops me.
“That’s for another time,” he gruffly whispers. “Come here.”
I don’t know what it is about those two words, but when our gazes meet, I can’t look away. The green in his eyes is gone. Instead, they’re dark now, hungry, and they grow darker the longer I hold his gaze.
Crawling back to him, he grabs me, then I’m flat on my back. I lift a hand a touch the side of his face again, stunned for a moment by the way he looks, the way he’s face is cut, perfectly going with the rest of his sexy body. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my heart pounding.
He really is. Everything about the way he is turns me on and makes my chest tight. His eyes flutter shut and when they open again, they’re so raw with emotion, a lump grows in my throat.
Oh God.
Kissing me, he slips a hand down my stomach to where I’m aching for him. He circles and flicks my clit and I almost jump from the bed, then he slips two fingers into my pussy while the other hand pinches and caresses my nipples.
It’s a sensual assault on steroids.
“You’re every bit as stunning as you are devious, rebellious, cunning, quick-witted,” he says, each word going with a thrust that’s bringing me closer to the edge.
I feel so full, but he’s not done. He slips one more finger in without stopping, his gaze locked on mine. Then, with a calloused thumb, he presses it over my clit, and I go off like a freaking rocket. Waves and waves crash into me, making my body tremble.
Then, he moves down my body, lifts my left leg up and over his shoulder.
“Oh my…”
Then he goes down on me, eating me out.
Holy. Freaking. Shit!
I try to move away when I feel his tongue there, trying to push him away, but he easily holds me down, his tongue doing all sorts of wickedness that has never happened to me before.
I grip his hair, forgetting that my mother—well, Nancy—is right next door as I scream his name into the night. He doesn’t stop until I come all over his tongue and when he comes up, his lips and chin are glistening with my juices.
“Fucking exquisite,” he growls, daring me to look away or blush.
I shudder, watching him, but he’s not done.
He settles between my spread legs and his hard erection is…right there. I gasp, ready for him but he doesn’t enter. Instead, he starts kissing me, making me taste myself while swallowing my protests like it’s nothing. He starts to move against my pussy with a roll of his hard dick.
I almost die right there and then.
I move my hips along with him. We’re rubbing against each other, moaning in each other’s ears, panting and in need.
“Please,” I gasp, when I’m unable to take it anymore. I’ve waited so long for this, for him.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.” God, yes. “Please, Julian,” I whimper, a silent plea for him to take me. I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t.
He grabs a condom from God only knows where and rolls it on as I watch with a hooded gaze.
With a guttural groan, he enters me with one powerful thrust that makes me scream. There’s a bit of pain, and then spasms of pleasure take over my self-control, my moans, the way my body feels and responds to him. And all I want him to do is move.
“Fuck me, Julian.”
And that’s exactly what he does. He thrusts into me, our gazes connected, as wave after wave crashes into me. He pins my arms above my head, stretching me out and fucks me in earnest as his thrusts get harder and rougher.
When I’m at the edge, he knows, adjusting accordingly, his brow crunched in concentration. My moans become louder, throatier. I’m right there, but then he slows down. When I want him to go faster, he takes his time, rolling his hips, hitting my G-spot each time.
My eyes roll to the back of my head until he takes pity on me, fucking me until I’m panting his name over and over again.
He moans my name in my ear and that does it for me.
I clamp my legs around his waist, and he grabs my ass in his hands, fucking me hard and fast, until I scream. A climax rips into me, I think I see stars as I convulse and shudder around him.
He cums with a sexy groan that makes me cum all over again. Our bodies tremble and shake as we go over the edge together, our gazes locked on each other.
My God. What was that? Breathless, he plants a kiss to my forehead.
We lie there for a while, trying to catch our breath. Then I think of the way he moved inside of me, the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, and I grow wet all over again.
“Round two?”
I grin lazily, but soon, I’m moaning and screaming.
The fact that I’m fucking my soon-to-be stepbrother is the last thought on my mind as he goes down on me.
Later, like much, much later, both our phones are vibrating, bursting the bubble we had confined ourselves in. I’m resting my head over his heart when he shifts me to his side and reaches for his phone.
“We have to go,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
I look up at him and see he was waiting for my eyes. I’m overwhelmed with this insane, urgent need to kiss him.
So, I do.
I kiss him like he’s mine and for the first time I wonder.
Is this what kisses do? Do they paralyze you to the spot and make you feel like you’re floating in bliss for a perfect little moment that tastes like a piece of our forever?
Or is it just him?
Or is it that I’m in love with him?
Fuck, I’m in love with him!
“This changes everything, doesn’t it?” I question. He looks down at me silently, his gaze hooded.
“Yes.”
I should’ve known that perfect and forever don’t go together for us.
34
I can’t pull myself from staring at him as we drive to the party. Occasionally he glances at me, neither one of us smiles because it’s not funny. After all those toe-curling orgasms he gave me, I still want him, the need is humming between us.
I bring my knees to my stomach, secured safely in my seatbelt, but the truth is, I don’t know if that will keep me away from him.
“You okay, Little Minx?” he murmurs silently as we drive, and I let out a small chuckle that quickly dies down when his intense gaze settles on me.
You know that look that says, I’ve seen you naked and made you come on my hand and dick? Yeah that’s the one he’s giving me right now.
Shifting in my seat, I tell him the truth, the lies and all the bullshit held back by something that tells me that with him, I can’t be anything other than who I truly am. Reckless, cold and all.
“Nothing about me is okay,” I mutter. “Nothing about you is okay either.”
“That’s unfortunately true,” he mutters, then faces the road. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be okay.”
“Yeah well, I don’t see myself being okay for quite a while.”
“No one’s asking you to rush to the conclusion of all this, Mia.” He says my name so softly, it rolls of his tongue like a caress. I shiver as I look at him with hunger in my eyes. Even now, I still want him.
“Sorry dude, but I want to g
et to the conclusion. I’m tired.”
He shakes his head instead. “If you rush to the conclusion, you won’t get the point of the entire shitstorm. The pain becomes pointless, skewing your outlook on life.”
I pause for a moment, my jaw slack.
“What?” he demands when he catches me staring at him.
“Drop some knowledge, why don’t you?” I grin, impressed.
“You thought football boys don’t have anything in their heads other than sex and girls?” he scoffs. “I have you in my damn head and everything shitty thing that has happened in my life as valuable life lessons.”
God, every single day this guy surprises me. It’s like I’m discovering my own island. There’s danger sure, but the delights and pleasures though…
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll pull over and fuck you on the hood of this car.”
Smiling, I look away as a shiver moves through me.
“Sue me if it’s a crime, Fitz.” I murmur, feeling light and carefree. A momentary feeling, I’m sure.
“You know, you could be sued for all the shit you’ve insulted people with,” he says with a smirk that melts another part of me.
“If they have the balls to go up against me, that would be impressive.”
“Mia,” he chides.
“I mean it. I seriously want all of this to end.” I look away from him, a strangled gasp escaping my lips. “You have no idea what it’s like waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare that screams at you that you were never wanted, only to realize the reality is much worse.”
He’s quiet for a while, the car going faster. He glances at me, then back to the road.
“Just say it,” I almost seethe. “You’ve never really been one to hold your tongue with me.”
“You didn’t want me to hold my tongue just now…”
My cheeks are now burning as I remember just how skilled the guy is with his tongue, his hands, his… God, everything about him makes me hot. I look away.
“Julian,” I whine, and he chuckles but grows serious just as quickly.
“She’s still your mother,” he says cutting me off. “Actually, you’ve always had two mothers all your life. Don’t dismiss that.”
I hug my legs even tighter, then press my cheek there, watching his profile as he drives. I don’t even know what to say to that. I’ve known Nicky as my aunt all my life and Nancy as my mother. But in a way, he’s right. But I’m not ready to face that.
“Well, I’m all out of caring for mothers. Your mom hates me.”
Julian smiles and I freeze, watching the way it transforms his face into a breathtaking masterpiece that makes my heart pound. In that moment, I realize two things. I’ve never seen Julian smile genuinely like this before and two, I’ve fallen for him. Hard.
“She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t like anyone who stands up to her.”
Frozen, I can’t say a word to that, I just stare at him having a mini-panic attack.
“Of course, she’ll crap her pants when she finds out about us…”
“What?”
He looks at me, and his smile fades as he holds my gaze. “Just breathe, Little Minx.”
I don’t know how I know but I think I just pissed him off and that makes me fee ill for some reason.
“Offending mothers is a special skill of mine,” I croak out when he looks away. “Your mother will be proud.”
After all, she did set fire to my imaginary castle filled with fake queens, cowardly kings and no knights to save the day.
“Yeah.”
Fuck. Whatever moment we just had is gone. And it’s always my fault. So, I pay attention to the scenery. It’s dark out but I swear, there’s something familiar about where we are.
“Where did our mom buy a house?” I ask as I look at his GPS. Like he hadn’t thought about it before, Julian turns into a very familiar street. There are cars lining the entire street and I can see lights coming from a house with lots of trees surrounding it.
The hairs at the back of my neck stand up on end. My heart starts pounding so fast, I straighten up in the seat as I look around. Dread pools at pit of my stomach. I feel sick.
“Mia, listen,” Julian starts, his voice strained. “I—,”
“Which house did your mother buy?” I question, my voice flat. How could I be so stupid and blind?
“I didn’t know she bought it…”
“You didn’t know that your mother bought my childhood home after it was repossessed by the bank the day after we moved into your larger than normal mansion?”
Because that’s exactly what happened. Shit!
The party that Liam was raving about all week…is happening in my old home. A home that every single one of the shitty students from my school know I lived in. Now, there’s no doubt that they know we no longer live there.
“Your mother really knows how to hurt a person,” I mutter, feeling shuttered.
“Mia,” he starts, but I cut him off.
“You can’t defend this.” I whisper. “You can’t tell me that it’s just a coincidence after she dug up my life just to see what kind of damage she could do.”
“I’m not excusing her.” Julian says. “I’d be a fucking fool to trust my mother with anything, but I do trust her with her word.”
“Really? And what’s her word now?”
“That she’s going to make Dad pay for how he embarrassed her,” he says. ‘This war isn’t about you.”
“But this senseless war is hurting me, not her!” I counter. “They’re firing shots at each other, casualties be damned, right?” I flip my hair over my shoulder, feeling restless, agitated. Tense and more than a little nervous about this entire night.
“They’re trying to hurt each other.”
“Excuse me, but I don’t think your father would be hurt by how much shit I’m going to go throw all summer, let alone my senior year at Clintwood.”
But that’s not my biggest nightmare.
The fact that my father won’t even call me, or that Nicky is a fucking liar who threw me in the trash and that my mom…Nancy won’t see me graduate; that’s my biggest nightmare.
“Oh God.” I gasp. Julian grabs my hand, but I slip it out of his grasp. “Don’t touch me. For all I know you knew about this.”
Julian parks the car right beside Liam’s neon green Lambo and the next thing I know, I’m unbuckled and in his lap in five seconds that stun me. He grabs my chin when I try to look away from him. His gaze is intense, penetrating and so damn raw, I almost want to run away, afraid that he’ll see what’s happening inside.
“I told you before, and now, at the risk of sounding pathetic and redundant trying to convince your little black heart, I’ll repeat myself,” he tightens his grip on me, a hand clamped around my waist, I can feel his erection. “I. Didn’t. Know. About. This.”
I can see the truth in his eyes, so I decide to let that one slide. Julian’s not his parents.
“I don’t have a black heart.” I argue, eyebrow raised.
“I’d like to see the evidence for that.”
“You do, huh?” I tease, and he smirks. “You don’t even have a heart.”
“I’ve never tried to hide it though, Little Minx.”
Then he presses his lips to mine and kisses me.
This kiss, like the one he gave me when he fucked me, is different. I can’t help but maneuver myself to wrap my hands around him, then I run my fingers through his hair, grinding on his erection as we kiss.
Pulling away, he looks up at me, tucking loose tendrils of my hair behind my ear, then he kisses the tip of my nose.
“If you keep going like that, moving like you’re hungry for me, you’ll be riding me right here, right now. You’ll be dripping of me in that party.”
I love the way he refers to his come and his dick as him. And I’m the ice queen who wants every inch of him.
Drunk on him, drunk on lust, drunk on the way he makes me feel, I plant on
e last kiss on his swollen lips that I’m sure when anyone looks at him, they’ll know he was thoroughly kissed by me. Gosh, who is this possessive girl talking?
“What’s stopping you?” I challenge with a smile.
“You’re not ready for that scandal. And frankly, neither’s the shit between your school and mine.”
With his hands on my ass, he shifts me back in the passenger seat. He’s so strong, I watch the way his muscles flex. Is it too thirsty for me to admit that I enjoy the way he holds me and tosses me around like I weigh nothing? Then there’s the way he is with me; I feel so damn safe when I’m around him.
Bitch you’re falling for him…
Fuck.
“Julian.” I start, my voice strangled with fear. I’m scared of what I’m feeling for him. Scared of what might happen in this party. I’m just a ball of nervous energy and I feel like sooner or later, it’s all going to spill over.
Julian takes one look at me, then presses a kiss on my forehead. Watching me, he smiles, and I literally stop breathing.
“Don’t forget who the fuck you are and why we’re here.”
And with that, he opens his door, gets out and heads for the party. I gather myself, taking deep breaths in. When I get out of the car, I look up and he’s waiting for me, with Cole who has a knowing smirk on his gorgeous face, his dimples are showing.
“Don’t you dare.” I warn, walking over to them. Cole raises his hands up in a sign of surrender, laughing.
“I didn’t rap a lyric of the poetry I just witnessed.” He chuckles and then he throws his arm around my shoulders and we head into the party in my old house
What can go wrong?
I feel everyone’s eyes on me the moment we step through the door. I’m so nervous, I’m holding my breath, my body is tense, and I feel like I’m going to hurl.
“Relax, love,” Cole whispers in my ear. “You’re still the hottest Ice Queen here and you still run this town.”
I glance up at him and see his smirk.
“Why are you trying to be nice to me?” I question, but for some reason, I genuinely don’t think Cole has a malicious intent with his kindness.
“Let’s just say I know a thing or two about what it’s like to have your whole life upended on it’s axis more than a few times,” he says, his eyes hardening.
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