dare,” I whisper, standing up. I start looking around the hotel room as if he’s lying in wait somewhere in the shadows already. The threat in his voice is so velar like he’s right here.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he starts. “I wasn’t aware that that came out like a fucking request. I’m not asking for your fucking permission, Mia. I said I’m coming to get you.”
He lowers his voice now to a delicious growl that awakens something I haven’t felt in a while. And as I hitch my breath, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing to me.
“I know where you are, Little Minx,” he whispers. With the phone pressed tightly to my ear, his voice feels so damn intimate, I can’t help but close my eyes. Seeing his intense green eyes filled with so much lust and need for me, I shiver. “I also know that you want me there.”
“I don’t,” I whisper making him chuckle, but it’s bitter and angry, like he’s pissed off. “I don’t want you here.”
“I don’t have time for games. You and I are well past that shit,” he says.
“Oh my God, there is no you and me.”
“You’re fucking wrong! There is a fucking you and me, it’s always been there,” he says, his voice a dark, low rasp that hinted at his barely reigned in anger. “If you wanted an out, you should’ve minded your damn business at that hospital, but you didn’t, because you’re mine! You’re drawn to me. You were made for me, Mia.”
How do I respond to that? How do I tell him that I need him right now to hold me, to comfort me, to be near him so I can feel somewhat better?
“No, that’s not true and you know it.” I mean if Courtney was telling the truth, then he isn’t even truly mine and he’ll never belong to me. Why should I keep falling for him when I’m inevitably going to get hurt, as if I’m not heartbroken already? “Whatever we had, Julian, it’s done. It’s over.”
“To hell with that. This, you and me, will never end,” he growls, his voice making me ache all over. “Remember what you agreed to before I was inside you, before I fucked you in a bed under my roof? Before you came on my dick, my tongue, my fingers, screaming my name, do you remember what you fucking agreed to?”
Oh, dear sweet Jesus.
“Julian,” I gasp out his name, but it sounds more like a plea of some sort as I think back to that night, the sordid visuals assaulting my senses until the blood in my veins starts flowing with a rush.
I hear the swishing sound that moves in sync with my beating heart and the thrumming at the base of my neck, but Julian isn’t done torturing me.
“I told you, Little Minx,” he growls, his voice in my ear sending chills down my spine. “I told you that if you wanted me inside you, you were going to fucking take everything I am. I fucking told you that if I get inside that tight pussy, you were going to be mine and as I recall, that greedy pussy gripped me so fucking tight when I drove home and made you come. Repeatedly.”
“Go to hell,” I grit out, my voice groggy and hoarse and yet, I feel strangely hot and so damn bothered.
“If by hell you mean you leaving in the middle of the fucking night without a word to anyone, knowing damn well that those assholes, the Matthews brothers, are literally out to get at whoever is close to me, and what’s mine, then it’s from hell I’m coming from. And Mia, I’m coming to get you.”
My breath catches as I hear the worry mixed with livid anger in his voice. Is that genuine or is that part of his mind games? And honestly, what kind of game is this now?
“Tell me, Julian,” I start, my heart beating so fucking hard it feels like it’s going to escape, and honestly, I want it to go. Maybe then the pain I’ve been in for weeks will finally be over. “What do you want with me?”
“What?”
“You heard what I said,” I whisper. “I’m nothing to you, surely your fake enemies, the Matthews brothers know that, since you were working together to destroy me.”
“The fuck?”
“I’m not yours and from what I hear, you’re not mine to have either.”
“Mia…” he starts, but I cut him off again as my voice drops to a painful