his arms then I feel hos hard, hot and heavy erection. He watches the change in me with an impassive eye that makes me even hotter for some reason as I settled my core right over his erection.
Shamelessly moaning his name in his ear, I pull back and hold his intense stare. My arms clench around his strong neck, as he teases his hardness at my core. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me. My nipples are hard as diamonds, grazing his chest.
“I don’t lie,” I whisper.
“You’re lying right now.”
There’s no apology in the way he watches me, like he’s already stripping me bare in his head. Reaching up, he
“I’m many things, Julian. I’ve lied a lot, but never to you, whether you believe it or not.” Tentatively, I reach up with my injured hand to palm his face. He groans like he’s in pain. “You’re not to blame for what happened to that girl.”
He’s silent for a moment. He’s restless as he watches me and doesn’t know what to do. So, I grab his jaw and press a kiss there. Then his temple, the tip of his nose, over his eyelids, trying like all hell to make him feel better. With each kiss he groans, until finally I kiss his lips.
Pulling back, he gruffly says my name then presses his forehead on mine, our gazes connected. “But you’re scared.”
“I’m scared all the time,” I silently admit, feeling brave and scared shitless as I bare my soul to him.
“Are you scared of me?”
I mutely shake my head but that doesn’t work for him.
“Are you fucking scared of me, Mia?” he demands. “Are you?”
“No,” I groan, the word escaping me like it’s being torture out of me because the truth is, I am afraid of Julian. I’m afraid of the way he’s making me feel right now. I’m afraid that he’s my ruin. I’m afraid that he’s going to hurt me again. “I’m not scared of you.”
“I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he says, watching me with a broken look that completely does me in.
“Julian,” I whisper brokenly.
“I never want to see that look in your eyes, Little Minx.”
Shaking my head, I cup his face and kiss him. Pressing my back against the wall, he starts kissing me in earnest. I can hear the sounds of I’m making like an echo in the room. My body feel like a live coil, wanton and needy in his arms. One moment I have my shirt on and the next he tears it apart and sucks on my swollen breasts.
Moaning so loud, I press even closer to him, wanting to feel something and everything that he can offer. I ache all over and my pussy is throbbing. I’m breathless and I feel like I might combust if he doesn’t fuck me.
“Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.
Pulling my hair back, he watches me with a thunderous look on his face.
“You don’t know what you’re aski—”
“Julian, fuck me.”
I’m at the point where I don’t mind begging. How pathetic is that? I’m so desperate for affection from him that I’m willing to reduce myself and beg him to want me.
With a sexy gruff look on his face.
“You want me, baby, you’re going to get me.’
“Yes.”
“You’re going to get everything I am,” he says, kissing my neck, biting and sucking. “Because if I get inside you, if I dick you down, if you take me, Mia, then it means you’re mine.”
I gasp, my heart thundering in my chest.
“You won’t touch anyone else. You won’t kiss anyone else.” He slips a hand in my pants, then cups my slick pussy. “And you fucking won’t give this to anyone else but me.”
I gasp, feeling undone, exhilarated, breathless and so fucking turned on, I can’t see straight.
“Are you mine, Little Minx?” he questions. “Because there’s no going back. There’s no fucking running. There’s no lying to my face and kiss me with the same mouth. If you’re mine, Mia, you’ll quit acting like I don’t fucking live in soul like you took hold of mine three years ago.”
Shock and need clog my windpipes. I can’t breathe, but I can’t look away from him, feeling like this is a moment I won’t get back. He’s watching me like this moment will determine our lives.
“I’m yours.” I admit, breathless. “I’m so yours.”
The truth is, I’ve been yours since the moment you punched that wall.
That’s all he needs. He kisses me, then we’re moving. Next thing I know, he throws