Liam’s Lambo and the next thing I know, I’m unbuckled and in his lap in five seconds that stun me. He grabs my chin when I try to look away from him. His gaze is intense, penetrating and so damn raw, I almost look away.
“I told you before, now at the risk of sounding pathetic and redundant trying to convince your little black heart, I’ll repeat myself,” he tightens his grip on me, a hand clamped around my waist, I can feel his erection. “I. Didn’t. Know. About. This.”
I can see the truth in his eyes, so I decide to let that one slide. Julian’s not his parents.
“I don’t have a black heart.” I argue, eyebrow raised.
“I’d like to see the evidence for that.”
Then he presses his lips on mine and kisses me. This kiss, like the one he gave me when he fucked me, is different. I can’t help but maneuver myself to wrap my hands around him, then I grab a bit of his hair, grinding on his erection as I kiss him.
Pulling way, he looks up at me, tucking loose tendrils of my hair.
“If you keep going like that, moving like you’re hungry for me, I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
I love the way he refers to his come and his dick as him. And I’m the ice queen who wants every inch of him. Drunk on him, drunk on lust, I plant one last kiss on his swollen lips that I’m sure when anyone looks at him, they’re know he was thoroughly kissed by me. Fuck, who is this possessive girl talking.
“What’s stopping you?” I challenge with a smile.
“You’re not ready for that scandal. Frankly, neither is Palos Verdes.”
With his hands on my ass, he shifts me back in the passenger seat. He’s so strong, I watch the way his muscles flex. I have to admit, I enjoy the way he holds me, tosses me around like I weigh nothing and then way he is with me. I feel so damn safe when I’m around him.
Falling for him
Fallen…
Fuck.
“Julian.” I start, my voice strangled with fear. He takes one look at me, then presses a kiss on my forehead. Watching me, he smiles and I stop breathing.
“Don’t forget who the fuck you are and why we’re here.”
And with that, he opens his door, gets out and heads for the party. I gather myself, taking deep breathes, and when I get out of the car, I look up and he’s waiting for me, with Cole who has a knowing smirk on his gorgeous face, his dimples are actually showing.
“Don’t you dare.” I warn, walking over to them. He raises his hands up on surrender, laughing.
“I didn’t rap a word.” He chuckles and then, we head into the party, that’s rocking my old house.
What else can go wrong?
“Oh hail, the lying Queen B!”
Kristine’s nasal voice reaches my ear when I
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JULIAN
“I made you come three times in ten minutes and you can’t text me back?”
“Hmm,” she hums, a cold, secretive smile on her face. I don’t know hpw she does it, make it seem like she doesn’t care when I know her heart is fucking pounding just because I’m close to her. “Maybe it’s because I’m a bitch.”
She flips her hair over her delicate shoulders, the space between her neck and right shoulder now marked by my teeth. As I recall, she loved the hell out of that pained, pleasure making her hips moves faster with the need to let go of the shit that goes in in her head.
“But then again, maybe I’m just a bitch.”
Ah, so this is what’s going on? Her little feelings got hurt and now she’s serving up the silent treatment?
I step closer to her, enjoying it when her tiny body, wearing the hell out of those leotards, tenses up. Tension radiates from every pore of her, but her face in the mirror ahead, still wears a neutral expression—her armor that she thinks no one notices. I do and I know that’s not what she’s feeling.
I press up against her back, bringing the hard ridge of my hard-on in my jeans up against her firm ass. Watching as her pupils dilate through the large mirrors, I lean in and whisper in her ear, making sure not to touch any other part of her body other than where we’re connected now.
If I do, it’ll be game over.
“You’re a dirty little bitch, I know that,” I whisper as her body shudders in frongt of me. “But