Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,154
not for you. In fact, you seem relived that I managed to control a situation that could’ve easily resulted in bloodshed.”
He says it so casually that I only blink.
He’s a solid wall of perfectly defined muscle and sinew, and I’m all but trembling like a freaking leaf in a storm.
It’s been years since I saw him, since I last heard his voice… and now here he is, almost unrecognizable to me, and yet every inch of me seems to react to him.
Violently.
Desperately.
Helplessly.
His arm around my waist becomes possessive.
“If I was a good man, Mia, I’d back away and respect that,” he says tersely. “But I’m not a good man, I’m your fucking man and you are a liar who should know by now that I’d break anyone who so much as touches you.”
Fuck!
How does he even know I lied? Does he read minds now?
“Yeah well,” I scramble to fix my retort. “I might be a liar but there’s one truth I’ll tell you now, let me fucking go or I swear I’ll put on one hell of a show that will have this plane crashing.”
“And send us both into that grave you fell into? Go ahead, Little Minx, give it your best try because I’m not letting you go.”
A shudder runs through me at the explicit authoritative bark in his voice.
He really doesn’t give a damn if I kick and scream or anything else that would’ve effectively worked if the plane had passengers like it was supposed to.
“Is that why you tricked me into boarding this empty plane?” I whisper breathlessly. “Just in case my devious, big bitch energy decides to pop up?”
“I didn’t trick you. I’d never play with your mind like that,” he says softly.
“Oh, look at that,” I all but cry out. “Listening to you say that anyone would think you actually give a damn.”
“Mia—”
“What did you do, huh? Why is no one else here?”
“I just gave them another airliner to take them to California,” he says simply.
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK?
“Do you not hear how crazy that sounds?” I demand. “And what do you mean take them to California? Where is this fucking hell-in-the-air going?”
“All these questions, Mia, aren’t you going to tell me you missed me?” he breathes. “Like before when you were writhing in my arms?”
I feel him nuzzling the side of my face. I can feel the hardness of his well-defined cut jaw against my softness and something wicked blooms in me.
His powerful frame, so hard and hot, pulls me even tighter against him. He’s seriously aroused, I can feel his thick cock press firmly on my belly as his fingers wrap around my body like he’s imprisoning me in a cage made completely out of him.
At the tension, I can’t stop myself feeling breathless as arrows of lust frisson through my system. I know I’m wet. I can feel my pussy clenching and reacting to Julian’s nearness.
My body wants him, wants him deep inside me where he once competed me, made me feel full and whole as he possessed me.
That’s my traitorous body though. My shattered heart knows better.
“Is that why you’re here, then?” I snap. “You came for another quick fuck? To get off in my pussy because I’m what? Your personal cum bucket?”
To my horror, my voice catches. After all these years, why does this asshole still have the ability to give me a head-trip?
“I didn’t fucking miss you,” I snap. “Not even for a single day!”
He takes deep shuddering breaths as if to calm himself down. His fingers flex restlessly at my waist and my back, as if he wants to touch the last place he created magic in me, the last place he left sore, aching and sticky with his cum, but he restrains himself.
“You’re lying,” he rumbles.
“Am I?” I snap.
I feel him pull back just a bit, as if he’s studying me. And suddenly, I want to see him too. I feel like I’m at a major disadvantage.
“Put the lights back on! I can’t catch my breath in this darkness,” I whisper.
Almost immediately, he lets me go and, in a flash, the lights come back on… full brightness this time around.
I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips when I take my first close look at Julian. I was right.
He really is different.
Gone is the boyish asshole who last held me in my hospital bed and let me see the deepest parts of him as he opened up to me.