Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,164
and revise but for now, take me deep baby.”
Like before, I do as I’m told.
When he thrusts into me, that first lunge, both our jaws drop open on a silent gasp.
He dares me to close my eyes or look away, but I can’t, held transfixed with the play of lust, love and fierce longing in his gaze as he looks down at me.
My hips roll on their own volition, as we fall into a deep, fast, hard rhythm.
Maybe we’re desperate. Maybe all the games of chance we played did us dirty.
There was me jumping into the fire to save him and him walking through literal flames to get me out of that mess.
Me faking amnesia to clear his name, him sacrificing everything to do what he never wanted to do, just to make sure he owned the contract and not some old perv out there.
Julian is my everything and he fucks me I can’t help but thank the universe for bring us here.
And now, I’m looking up into the greenest eyes ever, grinding my slick sex to his pelvis as he fucks me. I’m moaning uncontrollably, my core trembling with massive waves of pleasure but all I can whisper, all I can get out as I look up at him, surrendering my life are three words.
“Julian, kiss me.”
And he, surprise, surprise, does exactly what he’s told.
With a little Julian twist of torturing me, of course.
I couldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Julian
I can count on one hand the times I’ve been truly and utterly fucked.
One of those times was when Cole and I set fire to one of my Dad’s buildings and the parking lot camera clearly recorded us pulling down our masks. Say what you will about John, but the man could’ve handed over the tape to the cops and we would’ve been sent to juvie, with a. cute ‘arson’ to go with our rep sheet, but he didn’t.
The other was when Cole and I ditched my brother, Liam, at Disneyland for five straight hours only to find him with security, eating every junk food in sight to cover the fact that he had peed himself, Dad was fury personified with that one.
But the biggest one by far was when I saw Mia.
Yes, Dad told me about the trip to Paris and to be honest, I wasn’t surprised to hear I kissed her then.
There’s just something about Mia that calls out the most primal instincts in me until all I want is to possess her, to make her mine, to make her aware of me.
And all that boils down to this moment right here. I’m in the only part of the new house that I’ve kept hidden from Mia until now.
I didn’t want to show it her if there was a chance that she was going to fight me—and lose, but a lot of decisions that I make during the day, the last thoughts I have at night, it’s all determined by the very look on Mia’s face.
When she’s pissed, I fucking love it. She’s tiny so when she gets feisty like a little firecracker, I know she’ll ride me long and hard.
When she’s all soft and pliable, I know that’s when she holds on to me, not wanting me to slip out of bed so I can get to work. She wraps her legs around my torso and whispers for me to fuck her and fuck me.
I’ve fallen victim to her wishes, surrendering to her in every way possible.
The shit I do now is different from what I imagined before. ‘Work’ means something else totally different. There are some days that she asks what I actually do at Phoenix Corps, then there are days when she just takes one look at me and she just knows.
Those are my least favorite days.
I hate that it only takes her one glance, and she can unravel me. It’s like she can sees the shit I do.
I don’t want to taint her. I don’t want to hurt her like that, so today, I’m showing her this room and giving her choices. The choices I never gave her when I finally got her back because eat the time, there was no way I could go on without her.
“Julian?” I hear her call again. She’s getting closer. The moment I catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror though, my breath catches in my fucking chest. It’s dark, with the only light shining down on me and nothing else. “Julian, are you in here?”