by Rosie Praks
“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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CHAPTER 4
“Miss Kimmy, your neckline is a bit bared, isn’t it?” Chloe
commented as she worked my hair into a loose bun.
I touched my collarbone. “I like it this way, Chloe.”
Chloe only shrugged her shoulders and got back to work, curling the remaining tendrils with iron tongs.
Chloe couldn’t understand my meaning. Wearing a necklace felt like I was choking. It only reminded me of that rose pendent that Julian gave me, which I threw out.
This Kimberly didn't belong to anyone. That was what I told myself.
Tonight was the press conference between Devereux and Henderson, a collaborative project to build the most lavish and ultra-economical mall in South Beach, Miami. On behalf of Papa, I was to represent Henderson. I had requested this because I had no idea what Julian was planning. I had to protect Papa at all cost. Julian was an untrustworthy person. He had too many tricks up his sleeve that Papa wouldn't catch. Even I had to admit I failed. Twice.
Last week, I came home, once again defeated, after planning to give Julian a piece of my mind. Little had I known I fell into his spell again, proving I was still lusting over him. In the end, I had the most amazing earthshattering climaxes. Courtesy of fucking Julian, of course.
When Chloe was done with my hair, I got up and paused at the door, glancing at my image one last time before heading to the press conference down at the main conference hall in the Auckland Silverton Hotel.
I was wearing a green Grecian gown, with a low neckline. My chestnut hair was loosely done in a chignon style, with loose tendrils on the sides. My lips were ruby red. I was a woman at the height of her beauty.
There were people everywhere by the time I arrived. Some were dancing; others were chatting with prospective partners. Papa was already striking a conversation with the Kensington, the American family who specialized in almost everything and anything.
A waiter flew past me. I took a glass of champagne from him and secretly searched for Julian over my wine glass.
And I found him.
He was truly striking tonight. He wore a black suit, the color a match to his hair. His tie was grey, in coordination to his eyes. His jet-black hair was gelled back in a sleek style. He was holding his favorite red wine in hand as he made conversation with a brown-haired man who looked slightly older than Julian, although just as striking.
As if knowing I was observing him, Julian lifted his gaze and locked eyes with mine. I missed a breath. And Julian didn’t drop his stare.
I squared my shoulders and stared right back. I wasn't one to back down from any competition. I wasn’t a coward who let any fool survey me without my knowledge. Especially this one. So if he wanted to stare, I’d stare right back. See how long he would last in our staring competition.
Our gazes held like this for some time, neither of us backing away, neither of us wavering.
His gaze was hot on my body. I could feel his eyes roaming my body, removing my gown, licking every inch of my naked skin underneath. Even from this distance, I could feel his tongue on me.
And it made me shiver and a wet pool gather in my panties.
Oh God. I couldn’t do this. His gaze was too strong, too powerful, too mesmerizing.
I dropped my stare just as a passing waiter blocked my view, giving me ample time to compose myself. By the time the waiter walked past, I was ready to face Julian again. But he'd already turned his attention back to his companion, resuming whatever conversation they were having before.
He lost. I won. But it felt like I was losing, the way my body reacted to his stares.
I turned away, dusting this silly game out of my mind.
And saw Amelia.
Amelia. What is she doing here?
“Amelia.” I tapped at her arm.
“Kimmy.” She gasped, a little startled at seeing me. She looked to the left, then right, then dragged me to an isolated spot in the corner of the hall. “Are you okay? Did you get home safe?”
“About that? Who took me home? I thought it was you.”
“Well, I was going to, but… but…” Amelia’s eyes darted all over the place.
“What’s wrong?” I tugged at her arm, aware she was uncomfortable in her surroundings.
“Nothing. I’m… I’m fine. I’m sorry about that night. I ended up going home early.”
“It’s fine. But who took me home?”
“Mr. Devereux. Over there.” Amelia turned to Julian, but when she caught sight of the tall brown-haired man, she looked away again before saying nervously, “The girls and Mr. Devereux all took you home. I’m glad you were fine. I didn’t want to, but the girls, they went along too. So I was a little at ease.”
“I got home safe,” I reassured her. “How about you, though? What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with Mr. Swanson.” She scattered her eyes about again. And when she landed on that same brown-haired man, her face flushed pink and she nervously looked down again.
“Is that Mr. Swanson?” I asked, gesturing to the man conversing with Julian.
“Yes.”
“He’s hot, isn’t he?” I tested my friend.
“He has a wife,” Amelia bluntly replied. Something was up. I could sense their connection.
“Oh. And where’s his wife?” I asked, teasing her.
“She’s not here right now,” Amelia replied quietly.
“Do you like him?” I got straight to the point. My question, though, caught her off guard. Her face burned red, and she looked at me blankly. I laughed. “Come on. He’s so much better than Simon anyway.”
“I don’t condone extramarital affairs.” A hurtful look crossed her face.
“Oh, Amelia. My dear friend.” I cuddled her, having had enough of teasing my friend. “You are so innocent.”
“Kimmy…” She opened her mouth and paused. “I… I’m no longer innocent.”
A frown pulled my face. What was Amelia talking about? “Amelia—”
“Kimmy-berry.” Papa’s voice cut me off.
I turned to Papa and saw Julian and Mr. Swanson standing beside him. Amelia shifted closer to me when Mr. Swanson moved closer to us. Julian stood where he was, smiling politely.
Julian was even more handsome up this close. He wore the perfect mask to suit such an occasion. God, I hated his guts. But I also wanted him at the same time. He must have been wearing his cologne. Although it was subtle, it affected me at a high level. My head was already spinning with his scent. It was only when Papa spoke that my senses kicked back into gear.
“Kimmy-berry, you must know Julian. Did you get to see him when you were over to see Beau?” Papa asked, leading Julian to me.
I pretended not to know him.
“Finally able to meet you.” I squeezed his hand. “I did go to see your father, Mr. Beau Devereux, but I never had the chance to meet you personally.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” He squeezed my hand a little too firmly, almost on the verge of being painful.
I tugged mine back, but he wouldn’t let go. He smirked at me, amusement lighting his eyes. He knew I was playing a game with him.
“Such a shame I didn’t see you until now.” I decided to carry on with our game. “I was only able to see your brother, Josh. How is he doing?”
Julian let my hand go like he was burned and scowled at me. Only for a split second, though. His mask was in perfect order again, and then he smiled. Very professionally. “Father had Josh take over another company in LA. He’s off studying there, learning more about the ins and outs of the company.”
“Even though you’ve been named heir and president of Devereux Enterprises, Beau still makes all the decisions?”
“My father has more experience than me. I’m just a young blood.” Julian chuckled softly.
“Yes, Julian. You are young, aren’t you? How do you manage it all? I heard you have your other companies to run too. And now this? Don’t you find it greedy that one person can have everything and the rest nothing?”
Julian smiled softly again. Only his eyes showed me the truth. But for people who di
dn’t know his manipulative behavior, they would assume otherwise.
“It is really tiring to have many businesses to run. But I have people to delegate to.”
“If you’re so tired, why don’t you give Josh some work to manage?”
“Josh is busy with his studies at the moment too. I’m don’t want to interfere.”
“Excellent for him.” I clenched my glass, twirling my wine around. “Studying so hard like that. I’m sure he won’t be stupid enough to be manipulated and used by people around him again.”
Julian’s jaw clenched. “I’m sure he’ll do just fine.”
“That is a good mindset,” Papa commented, loosening the dire tension between us. “Now let me introduce you to Sebastian. Kimmy-berry this is Sebastian Swanson. His father just passed away. He’s taking over the family’s company, The Swanson Group. Sebastian, my daughter, Kimberly.”
“A pleasure, Miss Henderson.”
“All the pleasure is mine, Sebastian. May I call you Sebastian?” I inched closer to the brown-haired man, ignoring the sharp glare from Julian. I held Sebastian’s palm and squeezed it tight. “Where has a handsome man like you been hiding? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once in our circle?”
“I mainly keep to myself,” Sebastian responded.
“A quiet person?” I pretended to chuckle, although pain hurled at my heart. “I knew a person like you once. So quiet. Almost like a silent observer. But you know what?” I raised my glass up to Sebastian, watching Julian secretly over the rim. “They are the most deceptive people ever. You just don’t know them all at. Even when you’ve given your heart and soul to them. They still betray you.”
That’s for you, Julian.
“I agree. People can be deceptive,” Sebastian responded on cue.
I smiled. “Sebastian, we are so perfect together. I have to talk to Papa about a collaboration on a future project. Papa, what do you think?” I turned to Papa, but seeing Julian with fire in his stormy grey eyes had my heart swelling up with phenomenal happiness. I won this round.
“Well, we have to talk about what interest you have, then, Sebastian.” Papa patted his back.
