Bound by Rapture

by D. Martin, Megan

  “Fuck you.” I snaked a hand in between my body and the wall to rub my clit.

  “No!” He grabbed my arm and pinned it above my head, still pistoning his hips roughly. “You. Don’t. Get. To. Cum. Until. I. Say.” He punctuated his words with thrusts. And I was close, so fucking close. The pleasure and the pain mingled together, seeping into my bones.

  But before I could reach that peak and tumble into bliss, he jerked out of me. Palming my ass, he spread my cheeks wider and groaned. The sound was deep and guttural as if it was pulled from his very soul. That’s when I felt it. The hot lash of his cum against my quivering hole. He seemed to cum forever, bathing me in him. Covering me in his seed.

  I wanted to hate it. To hate him for what he just did. For the fact that I didn’t get to cum. But I couldn’t. There wasn’t a single part of me that hated him.

  I fucking loved him.

  I wanted his dick back in me. I wanted it in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass again. Everywhere.

  I wanted him over and over again. Forever.

  TEN

  Cole.

  “Where are we going, Cole?”

  I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t know what I would do if I did. I couldn’t be certain of myself. Not with her.

  It was wrong. I knew it was. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. And I didn’t like it. I didn’t like comparing these moments to the ones where blood coated my hands.

  I went to jail yesterday knowing that it had finally come to pass. Julia would know the truth about what I’d done, about what happened to my sister. It was a miracle she hadn’t figured it out so far. I didn’t know what she would think of me. I spent the night on a cold cot waiting for my arraignment, anger and dread overwhelming me. My mother had done this. I hadn’t figured it out until I finally got the judge to respond to me earlier tonight. My mother had paid him a heavy chunk of change. But I paid him more.

  It was why I was out right now, sitting in my private jet across from Julia. I’d decided on this trip before I went to Rapture. Before I saw her on stage, her body grinding against Victor Marlin’s. His lips, his hands all over her. I chewed the inside of my cheek before gulping down the rest of the whiskey in my glass. It burned on the way down and I reveled in the feeling.

  I’d decided to take her away from all the shit. I had some work that needed to be done in New York anyway. I wanted to have her to myself so I could talk to her about the things I had done. The blood that stained my past. But I was too late. And there she was, all over him.

  The image flashed in my head of her slippery flesh gliding against his. I slammed my glass down just as the plane started to move along the runway.

  “Cole…”

  Her seductive voice always made my cock hard. I looked at her, even though I knew I shouldn’t. The effect she had on me was instantaneous. My dick throbbed hard inside my pants. It pressed at the zipper like it wanted to rip through it, as if I hadn’t just fucked her tight little ass up against a wall less than an hour ago.

  She was so fucking sexy. Her aqua hair was tied in a knot at the nape of the right side of her neck. Messy tendrils framed her face. Her make-up was a little smeared. The tiny pink shorts barely covered her ass and the white muscle shirt she wore was practically see-through it was so tight. I could see her tight pink nipples, her tanned skin.

  I hadn’t given her the chance to put on a bra. Just shoved the closest set of clothes I could find in the dressing room at her. Clothes that were clearly made to fit an extremely petite woman.

  “Where are we going?” She clutched either side of her seat for dear life and I remembered that flying terrified her. I wanted to feel bad for her. This huge disgusting part of me wanted to pull her into my lap and hold her. Tell her it was okay, that nothing would happen to her. I wouldn’t let it.

  But then I was reminded that this beautiful creature hadn’t even waited twenty-four hours before she let another man kiss her. Before she was wrapped in someone else’s arms. His hands on her body.

  I had watched her for over two years. I had pined for her. Since the moment I saw her I hadn’t been inside another woman, no matter how much I tried. She had been it for me. It was that simple. If the world knew, they would probably call me stupid, crazy, a number of names. But it didn’t matter because I wanted her. Julia. She was the only woman I craved. And yet I didn’t seem to make an impact on her at all. She was back in Vic’s arms as if he had never fucking left.

  She woke up for him.

  And I’d thought that was bad. But it was only the beginning.

  “Get over here.”

  She frowned. “W-what? Why?”

  “You don’t get to ask questions.”

  “B-but the plane.”

  “Did I stutter, Jewel of the Sea?”

  “Quit calling me that.”

  I smiled and I knew it looked hateful. “It’s who you are.” I rubbed the bottom of my chin. “It’s what drew me to you. Nights like tonight, where you played a role and fucked another man.”

  “I didn’t fuck him,” she hissed.

  “Might as well have. Now come here.”

  “But the plane is about to take off.”

  “And I don’t give a fuck, Julia.”

  She shifted in her seat and I saw one of the plump lips of her pussy.

  “Now,” I growled. “And take off your clothes.”

  “Oh, so that’s what you want?” The fire was back in her eyes, in her voice. It made my cock twitch. She unhooked the buckle at her waist and jumped out of the seat. “You want to fuck me again? Huh? Put it in my ass and act like you own me?”

  “I do own you.”

  She narrowed her gaze.

  “Go ahead,” I said. “Hate me for it. It’s too late to change your mind.”

  She shook her head. “You are something else. If you would just listen to me you would know that I don’t want—”

  “You think I care? You think I give a shit about what you want?”

  She put her hands on her hips, fighting the urge to stumble toward me as the plane picked up speed. “You do care, Cole. I don’t know what’s got you so fucked up right now. But you do care.”

  I cleared my throat and leaned forward. “I did care. Until I saw what was mine in the arms of another man. A man she fucked.” I undid my seatbelt. “A man she demanded live in her apartment just a few days ago.” I didn’t get up. I sat there. My hands in fists. “Now take off your fucking clothes.”

  I expected her to fight me. To tell me no. But she didn’t. She surprised me by jerking the tight shirt over her head. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to keep her balance. The plane geared up, racing down the runway. She jerked her shorts off, letting them fall to her ankles.

  “You want to act like a hard-ass?” She rubbed her hands over her tits. They were still shiny from the oil. “You think pushing me around is going to make you feel better?”

  “I don’t need your commentary. Your body will do.” I pulled at the zipper on my pants, moving around until my cock was out. Her gaze latched onto it, like she was hungry for it. It pulsed in response.

  “Well, too bad. You’re going to get my commentary, not my body.” She smirked at me, but I didn’t miss the falter in her confidence as the plane left the ground. She was forced to take another step toward me.

  “You don’t think so?” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my lap.

  A whoosh of air left her lips. “I know so,” she said breathlessly.

  “So if I touched your pussy right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

  “If I am, it’s only because you didn’t let me cum earlier.” She adjusted herself on my lap until she was straddling me, her breasts in my face, her cunt hovering over my erect cock. “Because you took what you wanted and didn’t let me have any fun.”

  I looked up at her face. She was teasing me, but she was aroused, ready. I knew if I touched her she would be dripping for me.

  “You already had your fun
on stage, remember?” Coldness seeped into my voice as it flashed into my head again. Vic’s arms around her, his hand slipping between her legs.

  “You’re a stupid man,” she hissed, but she didn’t move.

  I smirked and ran my hands up her hips. “I am stupid. For loving you.”

  She recoiled as if I had slapped her. I ignored the way it made my chest ache.

  “Now fuck me.”

  “I don’t have to—”

  “You’re going to.” I let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh where some of her arousal had dripped. I strummed my fingers along the fat, bare lips of her pussy, before brushing them against her wet clit. She trembled and bit her lip. “And we both know it.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I wish I didn’t love you.”

  I gave her a bitter smile and tugged her hips forward until she was hovering just over my pulsing dick. “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”

  ELEVEN

  Julia.

  My body hovered over Cole’s, my cunt only inches away from his dick. Even now, when he was being a pain in the ass and not listening to me, I wanted to fuck him. I meant it when I said I wished I didn’t love him. He was the most frustrating man I’d ever met in my life.

  “So, you do still love me.” I don’t know why I felt the need to taunt, but I was certain he deserved it.

  “Just fuck me.” He tugged on my hips.

  “I want to hear you say that you love me. You didn’t mind telling me before.” I thought of the times when he had opened up to me, bared his heart. My heart swelled just thinking about it.

  “That was before tonight.”

  “So just because I danced with Vic to try to save your ass, you don’t want to love me anymore?”

  His dark eyes narrowed. “You said it first. Though I don’t really believe you ever loved me.”

  The words were bland, emotionless, but they hurt me, cut me to the bone.

  He was the one who’d been engaged to another woman. He was the one who had fucked up in all of this, yet I was the one whose loyalty and love were questioned.

  What a bunch of bullshit.

  An idea popped into my head and I smiled before slowly sliding down on his cock, my pussy stretching to fit his big length. He groaned beneath me, gripping my hips. I slid down slowly, fitting his head in the valley between my tits.

  I fisted my hands in his hair as I started to move. I wasn’t gentle and slow, but moved quickly, thrusting my hips. I wanted to fucking cum. I needed to cum after earlier. I’d been just on the cusp, almost there.

  My breasts bounced.

  “Fuck yeah,” Cole groaned into my chest.

  “Yeah, you like that pussy?” I fucked him faster, thrusting my hips, our skin slapping together.

  He only groaned in response, lapping at my cleavage with his tongue.

  He thinks he can punish me? The question buzzed in my head. He thinks he can act like I’m the one who complicates this shit?

  The orgasm snuck up on me and I had to twist out of his grip before it happened on his cock. I knew if it did, he would cum and that would fuck up my plan. I stumbled back and landed on the floor a few feet in front of him. I didn’t hesitate for a second, snaking my hand down to my dripping cunt and fingering my swollen clit. Ecstasy ripped through me almost immediately and I threw my head back, moaning and convulsing in pleasure.

  A loud growl echoed over me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was getting what I wanted. If Cole wasn’t going to be considerate of my orgasm when he fucked me in that dressing room, then I wasn’t about to be considerate of his.

  His big body was suddenly caging me against the floor. “So, that’s how you wanna play it, huh?” He pressed my legs open wider and shoved into me.

  “I’m just playing by your rules.” I moaned as he pounded into me.

  He didn’t say anything else, just fucked me ruthlessly. His hips pumping fast, his dick spearing my cunt over and over again.

  Sweat beaded on his face, dripping down onto mine. His arms pulsed with power on either side of my head. I stared up into his eyes so full of lust and anger and let myself get carried away in the pleasure, in the brutal sex my body craved until another orgasm ripped through me, more powerful than the last.

  Cole jerked out of me and climbed up my body, fisting his slippery cock just inches from my lips. “Open your mouth,” he grunted.

  I complied, opening, ready to taste his velvety cum.

  Two more strokes and his cock kicked, hot ropes of cum squirting from the tip and into my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on his, his long hair loose around his face. His stare lost in passion. I licked along the tip after I swallowed, collecting the last few drops.

  He pressed his hand against my cheek, flattening me to the floor. He hovered over me and brushed a thumb along my bottom lip. “This mouth is mine. Mine.” He spoke quietly, but the words seemed to echo around us. “And I will cum in it as many times as I need to, to help you remember that.”

  TWELVE

  Julia.

  I woke up to bright sunlight filtering in through a penthouse window in New York City. I was alone in bed.

  Cole’s bed.

  After the plane landed the night before a limo had picked us up and driven us into the city. I was emotionally overwhelmed and drained from everything with Cole and the fear of a killer lurking around, but I still stared out the window in total and complete awe, taking in the city. The streets had been incredibly active at four in the morning. Big buildings loomed over us. Bigger, more imposing than anything in Dallas. The city seemed to go on forever, never-ending flashing lights and yellow cabs.

  For a few moments, I had let myself forget about the mess I was in. I just let it all go and took everything in. I’d never travelled, not much at least, especially not to New York City. I’d grown up in a small town, so seeing this place was something I had only ever dreamed about.

  And then we had arrived at this massive skyscraper building where Cole owned a penthouse on the fifty-seventh floor. He didn’t talk to me the entire time. Didn’t tell me about his life or why we were there. He was back to his secrets, his silence. His brooding side. And I let him brood. It was his own fault for not listening to me.

  After we got into the penthouse, he hadn’t wasted time on showing me around, but instead had my back pressed against the closest wall with his dick inside me. I guess I did get a tour because he’d fucked me there against the wall, then in the shower, then in the big bed in his room.

  We didn’t talk. I didn’t goad and neither did he. We were just two animals, two beasts ravaging each other. It wasn’t sweet or romantic. It was rough, angry fucking where we both came hard over and over but it never seemed to be enough.

  Light was peeking through the window by the time we finally laid down for sleep and now I was awake. The white digital clock on the nightstand said it was a little after noon.

  I glanced around the room, really looking at it for the first time. Everything was plain in shades of gray or white. The sheets were white as well, smooth against my naked body. I chewed my lip and sat up, suppressing a moan at how sore my body was.

  I climbed out of bed and went to grab my cell phone before remembering I didn’t have it. It was tucked in a bag of clothes at a dressing room in Rapture. My thoughts immediately jumped to Gran. I didn’t like not having my phone, especially with everything that had been going on. I’d still been talking to her regularly, had called her just before Vic and I went on stage at Rapture. She was fine. Her nurse was there taking care of her, and several of Cole’s men were posted around the house for protection, but that didn’t completely ease my worry. And not having my phone quadrupled that. Same for my dad. Things with him weren’t one hundred percent, and I supposed they never would be. But he talked to me more now than he had in the past. Just through texts mostly, asking how I was doing, what I was up to.

  He wouldn’t allow Cole to place men at his house, which was just as well. I knew my dad would blow
anyone’s head off before they could even consider trying to hurt him.

  Ugh. I really need my phone so I can make sure they’re okay.

  Vic and Chris popped into my head next. I knew they would be worried about me. At least they’re at the loft and can take care of Weasley.

  I had seen both of them when Cole and I left Rapture. Cole had dragged me out of the dressing room, passing by some of his men along with Vic, Chris, his mother, and even Elaine. Randy had looked relieved to see me, as if he had truly feared for my life.

  Vic had tried to get in Cole’s face, while Chris tried desperately to hold him back, but to my surprise Cole hadn’t taken the bait. He’d pushed past all of them as if they didn’t exist. Randy and Leon had followed us out along with other men who escorted us to Cole’s private airstrip. I wished I could text Vic. I needed to talk to him. I needed to figure out what that was last night on stage. Why he’d done that after all this time.

  I rubbed my hand against my lips. He had never tried to kiss me before. We were friends. There were boundaries. But last night he had. I didn’t get it.

  I slipped out of bed to find a pink summer dress in plastic hanging on the door knob, which I assumed led to a closet. A pair of underwear and a bra were clasped under it. I got dressed quickly and used the bathroom before venturing out of the room.

  The living area was huge, bigger than I remembered from the night before, though that wasn’t saying much since I hadn’t really looked at it. There were floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. The view was breath-taking. It was the view one expected to see in movies, never in real life. But this was real life. The city was bustling while I stood there looking down on it in a new pastel pink dress.

  “You’re awake.”

  Cole’s voice startled me and I turned to see him leaning against a wall. He had showered at some point, as his hair was wet, and he wore a suit that was wrinkle free. A coffee cup was poised in one hand. My gaze lingered on him for a moment before I was drawn to something else. A huge fish tank ran the length of the half wall he leaned against.