Oh God… why would he say something like that? Especially when I have something to get off my chest that I can’t hold back anymore.
“I don’t need that anymore,” I whisper brokenly. “I don’t need you to come for me or find me.”
“Little Minx…” he whispers, his gorgeous green eyes widening with alarm. “Is this about fucking Matthews?”
“Julian…”
“Because as we fucking speak, I’m working on it! As long as I live, Mia, I swear you’ll never live in fucking fear of anyone ever again! Nathan will never fucking touch you, hell, today was the fucking last time you’ll ever see or hear from that bastard ever again. I’ll make sure of that.”
The green of his eyes are now molten pools of brimming lava. The anger is real. The hate for Nathan, scorching hot. I know he means what he says and I’m grateful. I really am, but there is more to that.
“Nathan gave that vile family a contract, Julian,” I confess, my chest so tight, I can hardly breathe.
“What do you mean? What contract?”
“The day we came back from Europe and you…”
“The day I fucking refused to believe you?” I nod. “Yeah, I’ll never fucking forget that day for the rest of my fucking life and I’ll never forgive myself for that fucking shit I did.”
“Julian, please just… listen.” I need to tell him. He deserves to know. “That day, I was forced to sign a contract. He kept saying I was his money maker and that I was his ticket to the good life your father robbed him off and, I guess he wanted to settle his debts with the Matthews and make a profit off of me. That contract, Julian… he gave it to them. They… they own me.”
As soon as I say those words, everything seems to crash down on me.
I feel the true horror of everything finally hit me in that moment and I can’t hold myself up anymore.
I can’t carry the weight of the decisions I was forced to make in the weeks leading up to my abduction and torture.
I collapse into him and start sobbing.
I couldn’t let go of this dam when my mom was here. I couldn’t cry even when I wanted to but now, in the arms of the guy who broke my heart and has said the most hurtful things to me, I cry my heart out.
I can hear him whispering unintelligible things in my ear; that I’m safe, that nothing and no fucking one will touch me now, that he’s here now and he’ll take care of it all.
And I… like a broken puppet with issues deeper than still waters in an enchanted forest, I cling to him with all my strings and the shredded material of my heart.
I’m probably squeezing him too hard, but he doesn’t show it. He just holds me to him, stroking my back soothingly, intentionally, and somehow, in my anguish, he manages to do the almost impossible: arouse me.
Heat floods to my core as intense arrows of arousal shoot straight at my core. The ministration of his fingers has intent, an intent to seduce and my God, it’s working.
I can feel the lust and need in me awakening, and suddenly, I know what I was looking for when he touched me and I hugged him to me without another thought and so does he as he starts stroking me from my hair to my ass through the hospital gown.
As always, he knows how to read me like a fucking book and I react, showing him where all the secrets are and the parts of me that only he has touched to give off this kind of reaction.
He feels the change in me, the confused hunger in me and like a grand puppet master, he lets it grow, adding more kindling to the fire as he does.
First, it’s the open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder as he strokes me and I cling to him, desperate to touch him some more, to kiss him but I hold back, my eyes rolling closed as I feel his fingers on my ass, rubbing each cheek slowly, carefully, seductively, I groan.
At the back of my mind, I know this is wrong, but in just a few seconds, I feel his hardness under me and just like the afternoon on the white sandy beaches of Spain, I can’t help but start to slowly move over him, with trails of tears still wet on my cheeks.
“Julian, I can’t…” I can’t do much because of the pain.
“Shh, no one owns you but me,” Julian says so softly, reaching for my hip with a firm grip. A violent shiver moves through me at those words. He sounds so calm, so in control but I know better. “You’re mine, Mia.”
“Julian,” I whisper, kissing his chest, over his bandages, his shoulders, any part of him that I can reach, I kiss him with open mouthed kisses as my hips do a sensual dance that’s out of my control.
“Nobody can touch this,” he growls, then I feel his hand grip my hip. “It’s just me.”
“Yes.”
“You want me, don’t you?”
I can’t deny it at all as my moans become a little bit louder and a lot heavier. It’s not ideal, what we’re doing, me dry humping him in our state, but I can’t stop. I need this. I need the connection. I need to erase what happened to me…
“Julian, please,” I moan. He flexes his fingers at my hip, holding me tighter and pulling me down over his hard cock some more and fuck!
The friction is so freaking delicious, as if grief and the pleasure-pain of his touch can pull the sweetest orgasm from between my legs.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you, baby,” Julian growls roughly.
Shit. The things he says sometimes and the intent in his eyes.
“Julian, I don’t think I can…”
“I’m aching but there’ll be a time for that soon,” he whispers. “For now, let me make you feel me.”
I feel him, everywhere. His breath in me, his heart beating against my chest, his body taking all the weight of mine. He’s all I want. All I can think about.
“Hold on, baby.”
Without warning, he has my hospital gown loose at the back and then his hand slips in at my bunched up gown.
Before I can think better of this, before I can so much as think that someone might come in, I feel his fingers boldly push my panties aside—thank God, I have a fresh pair after my shower and the catheter is gone— then I feel his calloused fingers part my sleek, wet folds and then they’re on my throbbing clit and…
“Oh shit,” I moan, as my nerve endings catch fire like never before. Julian smirks as he massages my throbbing clit with his calloused thumb while he pushes two fingers in and out in deep, measured thrusts that only remind me of one thing. His beautiful, skilled, amazing cock. “Julian.”
My body reacts to him almost immediately, like it knows him, knows he’s the only one who’s ever brought pleasure to it with a mere touch and that’s exactly how he makes me lose my mind in this godawful hour of the night, in a hospital room, dressed in a hospital gown, a mere fucking touch.
He massages my clit with finesse, making electricity course through my spine. I can feel the build-up starting, the tension in me coiling as I respond helplessly to his touch.
How can we go from tears to me gasping for breath in a totally different way? Only Julian can do that to me even at the strangest times.
“Fuck.”
“Keep those beautiful eyes on me, Little Minx,” he orders tersely.
Helpless and wound so tight, I look up and hold his stormy, sexy gaze. A silent gasp leaves me when he flicks my clit and plunges two fingers so deep into my pussy, I fall into him.