I’m writhing on the bed, shocked, unable to catch my breath at the sudden orgasm that came at me out of nowhere. I shudder violently but he gives me no time to pick my brain off of the floor.
He continues surging into me, over and over again, my pussy clenching him tight and soon, I’m building into another explosive orgasm. This one more delicious and harder than the one before and the two before that.
“Julian!” I shout.
My toes curl, my blood roars in my ears, my heart is about to give up and fail as shock waves of lust zap through my body.
Jesus, I’ve never been fucked like this before. Julian fucks me through the spasms of my violent orgasm. He’s looking down at me so intently, so sexily that just the very brazen, incredibly sexual and carnal look on his face prompts another orgasm.
Holy shit.
How horny am I to come this hard and this many times in a dream, I’ll probably feel it when I wake?
“No more,” I mutter.
“I know your body better than you do, Little Minx,” Julian purrs sexily in my ear. “And it wants more.”
And so, he gives me more.
He pins my arms above my head on the bed and rocks into me with a relentless, unchanging tempo so sexy, my nails dig into the flesh of his back as I rack his back.
He groans in my ear and then his beautiful dark eyes change to swirling pools of a rich emerald as he throws his head back and roars into the night. His powerful neck is corded with strain as he comes long and hard deep inside me. Like he said he would.
His orgasm tempers mine and soon, I’m coming to the sound of his manly, deep growls. I’m so exhausted that I don’t even know what happens next, but I swear I heard him say, “Happy birthday, baby. Wait for me.”
My eyes fly open as soon as I hear those words echo in my head. It’s morning now, the sunlight is filtering in through my blinds.
My T.V. is off. The candles are all out. Everything feels normal for a bit, until I become aware of my aching body.
With a gasp, I look down at my very naked body.
The silk robe I wore to bed is lying on the floor. There is a stickiness between my legs and my God, I feel like I’ve been truly and thoroughly fucked.
“It wasn’t a dream,” I gasp. “Julian was here.”
Quickly getting up from my bed, I run to my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. I see the purplish bruises on my neck and my heart stops
“He gave me hickeys!”
He was here, there’s no denying it now.
And I spread open my legs and let him use me like a little slut.
It’s that morning, the morning of my twentieth birthday that everything changes as guilt, shame and anger overwhelm me.
But even then, as I prepare to scrub him off my skin in the shower, the stickiness of his cum between my legs. I feel different yes, but oddly aware of one devastating thing that I know in my soul.
Julian never kissed me on the lips.
Chapter Forty-Three
Mia
Two and a half years later
“Once again, congratulations to our MIT graduates!”
The cheers and ruckus applause that fills the beautifully manicured Killian Court is almost deafening.
Random hugs are passed around. The few friends I managed to make during my time here all wish me well in my future endeavors. I mean, it’s not like I made deep connections, I’m too broken to allow anyone else in anymore, but I did try to be human.
“Ah, Mia!” Mom all but screams. I roll my eyes. No one’s been more excited about me graduating than her. She barrels through the crowd toward me. I smile, watching her. “Congratulations, baby girl!”
She engulfs me in a warm hug.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Oh, I’m so proud of you, my love!” she cries, pulling back. “Let me see that degree.”
Behind her, Cole comes up with a charming smile and picks me up.
“There she is!” he says, twirling me around. “Congratulations, Sherlock, you made it!”
“Right? I thought she wouldn’t,” Liam mutters as he pushes Cole aside. I have no idea how they do it, but suddenly, I’m in Liam’s arms and he’s twirling me around. “It’s good to see nerds win in life.”
I laugh, pounding his chest. “You might not make it to your graduation if you keep saying things like that.”
“What?” the jerk says, completely unbothered. “It’s true. This is the one fucking day nerds think their lives have been worthwhile.”
“Hard work has to pay at some point,” I say, hugging him back. “Now put me back down you asshole. I’m offended.”
My small group of supporters move aside when the most unlikely person joins our small circle. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I look up at him.
“Congratulations, Mia,” John Fitzgerald says as he comes up behind my Mom. “You did so well.”
John looks distinguished and extremely refined but seeing him now reminds me more of his son than Liam does and that leaves a terrible bitter taste in my mouth. I’m still so fucking pissed off at what Julian did on my twentieth birthday.
The morning after that wet dream nightmare, there wasn’t even any evidence that he had entered my apartment forcefully. Hell, even the deadbolt was still in place. Does he have a key? I had the locks changed of course just in case.
I mean, I could’ve moved but I thought that was too extreme.
In the weeks that followed, I felt so angry, I was sure I was going to call him or track him down and beat his ass, but I restrained myself. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me affected by him.
“Uh, thank you, John,” I mumble, then glance at Liam and Cole who shrugs.
“He insisted on tagging along,” Liam says sarcastically. “And traveling with him has its own perks. He charted one of Ju… I mean, his private planes to come out here.”
For a second, I’m sure Liam was going to say Julian’s name, but I shake it off as I look at John.
“You didn’t have to be here,” I mutter, glancing at my Mom who’s silently crying.
“It wasn’t a problem,” he says, looking at me. “I know Nancy would’ve wanted me to at least be here in her stead and I personally wanted to be here and see you soar like an eagle.”
My chest clenches tightly all over again as the part of my heart that is still moaning the loss of my aunt tugs at the strings of grief in me. I haven’t seen John since years ago in that hospital room when I divulged all the shit Nathan did, and now, looking at him, I can’t help but wonder what happened to his stepbrother. Only this time, I wonder out loud.
The tension on our small circle changes,
Dread decides to make an entrance so spectacular as Mom looks away. Cole, who’s always good vibes and positive energy, grows tense beside me. He looks almost livid. Liam looks away, as if he doesn’t even want to hear Nathan’s name. So, I look at John, sure that he knows.
“Nathan is dead,” he says simply.
I don’t ask. I don’t bother commenting on the news. I just take a deep breath and announce that we can move to the hall for snacks and whatever.