by Rosie Praks
“Dance with me. You promised.” His liquid eyes begged, voice heavy with desire. I saw my old Julian, face speckled with worry.
My old Julian. I missed him.
Yes. I’ll dance with you. We’ll dance together all through the night, and then we’ll talk. Let me have this night with Julian. Let me pretend this Julian was the one I knew from Brisbane.
Give me your love, this hardcore love that I crave with every single fiber within my body. I want you inside me. I want you to give yourself to me. That way, you will show your true self to me. That way, you will no longer hide yourself from me. That way, I’ll be able to help you.
And so we danced, on the floor, with my legs wrapped around his waist, while he pumped into me, thrusting in and out at lightning speed, sending me to a realm that was so unreal I thought I was dreaming.
I had nowhere to brace myself. I was jerked like a rag doll with the fast action of his thrusting. My nails dug at the floorboards to hold myself. Tears leaked out of my eyes at the indescribable emotion in my heart.
I came just as Julian jerked into me one last time before pouring his essence deep inside me. But he wasn’t finished. He picked me up, his cock still buried deep inside me, and tugged me to the corner of the couch. Again, he repeated the process.
That night, we danced everywhere. Not one spot was left untouched by our union. As the night drew to a close, I surrendered myself one last time to the blissful heat of ecstasy.
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BONUS CHAPTER
Julian
The sea calls to me. This is my sanctuary. Out at sea is the only place I feel safe. Only when I'm surrounded by nothing but emptiness am I able to breathe easily.
I am on my yacht, JD, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, watching the seagulls above flying across the cloudless blue sky. Outside, the weather is chilly, although the forecast is expected to be perfect for the next few days.
I smile. Just enough time to work on my plan.
I stride back down to the cabin below, searching for the woman I brought with me on this trip.
She is still in bed, sleeping so peacefully, like she hasn’t a clue what danger lies ahead for her.
I don’t want to disturb her, but her siren calls to me.
I move closer, my feet only stopping when they reach the edge of the bed, where her naked body is tangled amongst those sheets.
I feel a stirring in my loins and my cock springs up.
Just post our vigorous lovemaking and I still want more.
My hand shakes as I reach to touch her. She is so precious and fragile; I don’t want to hurt her.
I lie beside her, cradling her close to me, gently winding my arm to envelop her in a tight hug.
My woman. My beautiful woman. She likes to call herself a seductress, with her chestnut hair draped to the side. Wasn’t that what she did, toying with her hair as she watched me gazing at her from across the dance floor three years ago? I like to call that mahogany, a rich hair color, hair I love to fist while I make love to her over and over.
Her long lashes are together, obscuring her green irises I love to gaze at when we make love. They deepen to an emerald shade whenever she wants me. Her skin is still flushed pink from last night’s lovemaking.
I inhale her scent again. My nose brushes across that sensitive skin at her nape, so smooth and supple against my touch. I love kissing her there, sucking her there, until she squirms and make such passionate expressions on her face.
I go to kiss her small, pink, pouty lips. I love those lips. Especially when wrapped around my cock. And that is what took place last night. She was on all fours, pumping my come into her mouth, sucking my cock all night long until her lips were swollen and bruised.
Does she know it kills me to act like this? Has she any idea how much I hate myself when I do this to her? I tried to push her away, but I keep finding myself in the same spot, luring her back into my trap.
Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why does she have to be so innocent and fucking love me so much? I know I hurt her. I could see it in her green eyes when she came into my room that night and overhead me talking to Melissa about our elaborate plan and success. At that time, all I could think about was fucking her, like that time when she teased me with my cock in her hands.
Does she know I’m a jealous person? God, it pained me so much when she was out dancing with Sebastian. I felt my breath dissipating slowly the longer she was out on that dance floor, Sebastian’s arms slung around her waist. I just wanted to rip his guts out and bash him to a pulp.
Does she know I’m possessive? Does she know I’m a fucked-up person who wants to fuck her, day in and day out, over and over, until she fully submits to me? Like right now. I want to be inside her. I want to kiss her. I want to take her in all different positions, just like last night, so she can no longer think of anyone else but my cock and me. I want to brand myself onto her, into her, so she only belongs to me.
I feel I might die if I don’t have her beside me. I feel I can't breathe if I can't be inside her. I want to own her again. I want to possess her again, like when we were good together.
Tears slide out of my eyes. I shake my head, shocked at how much love I have for this girl. I rain kisses on her lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, everywhere. Droplets of my tears wet her supple cheeks, but still I carry on, crying out my confession to her.
My woman. My beautiful woman. Please don’t hate me. Please forgive me for acting like this. I love you. I love you so much. I want to take everything back so we can go back to the way we used to be. Let our memories of me from Miami be the only loving memories inside your mind. Not this monster that hurt you, again and again. Let that memory of this monster be hidden deep inside your mind, never to resurface.
Tears continue to leak out of my eyes as I rest my head between her breasts, wanting to feel her naked flesh against mine, wanting to hear her heart beating inside her chest. Because I know if I can hear her heart, then I can survive another day.
This isn't how it was supposed to play out. She was only a small pawn I played in this game between them and me. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with her. I wasn't supposed to get trapped in her web of desire. But she made me fall hard. So hard I don’t think I can go back to the way I was before.
But I can't find happiness until my goal has been achieved. And until then, do I continue to act like a bastard, watching her wither while I’m also dying in pain slowly? Until then, do I lie in peace and tell her I love her.
The woman in my arms begins to stir. I falter, pulling back. Her eyes slowly flutter open. I wipe my tears to remove traces of my weakness.
And now it’s time for me to play that fucked-up monster again. I part her legs and enter her.
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CHAPTER 6
I woke to a stirring. Something hot and big stretched my love canal.
Julian. He was channeling his lust into me, bright and so fucking early in the morning.
I clung to him, his skin glistening under the strenuous work, my fingers slipping. I grabbed hold of the headboard instead, biting my lips, trying to stop those delicious moans from leaking out.
But it was just too much. He pumped into me so fast my head bumped into the headboard and I let out a yelp. And now I couldn’t stop.
I screamed, panted, and moaned for him to give me more. And he obliged. Hitting me from all angles. If I weren’t fit, I would have fainted. But after a good night's rest, I was prepared for whatever fucked-up sexual session Julian could come up with.
He didn’t stop pounding into me until I saw stars. He pulled out, his cock sagging and sated, thankfully. I wasn't prepared for another round this early in the morning.
“Good morning, Kimberly.” He rolled his arms around me, his fingers playing at the nubs of my breasts, squeezing, pinching, and rolling them. His voice was raspy. And his eyes were red, like he didn’t get enough sleep. “Did you have a good night's sleep? Sore? Want me to help you wash?”
/> “Get off me,” I snapped, shoving his wandering hands away from my body. And it was only then I realized we weren’t in Silverton Hotel. I could hear water.
My eyes grew large in alarm. “Where are we?”
Julian only smiled, his eyes gleaming bright with wicked amusement.
I raced off the bed, grabbing the sheet to wrap around my naked body, and sprinted to the only round window in the room.
My eyes grew even larger when all I saw was the blue sea outside. “We’re out at sea.”
Julian smirked again, resting his naked body against the headboard, his cock lying limp between his thighs. I swallowed and looked away, cheeks flushed with want.
“We are,” he said, so casually.
“Why are we here?” I demanded. “Why did you bring me out to sea?”
“Too many questions,” Julian muttered, yawning. “I’m too tired to answer you right now. Let me sleep for a bit. Then we’ll talk.”
That was all he said before he rolled over and tucked his naked self under the blankets.
I stood staring at him blankly, not knowing what to do.
I didn’t know how to drive a boat, so obviously I couldn’t drive myself back to land. If I radioed someone, they would assume I was in danger. At the moment, the only danger I was in was my own temptation, which involved that male beast on the bed, slumbering away like he had all the time in the world.
I ground my teeth and decided to put on some clothes, since it was a little chilly with just the sheet around me.
I searched the wardrobe for any clothing and found none. Only big, striped shirts.
Shit! Stupid Julian. What was I supposed to wear? I didn’t have any clothes with me. Apart from that green Grecian dress, which would be lying somewhere in the Silverton Hotel, I was bare.
Come to think of it, how did he get me inside this yacht if I was fully naked? I had to remind myself to ask him that when he woke up.
After donning a loose shirt, probably his, since the size was massive and I was swimming in it, I decided to explore my new surroundings.
The yacht was decorated like all his other private retreats. Soft grey tones with black and white furnishings. I should have known this was his personality. A character spoken through his decor. Black, grey, white—all prominent and dominant colors. How could I ever think he was a gentle, meek creature?
I walked my way outside and cuddled myself into a tight hug. It was cold outside. The sea looked angry. Waves were splashing onto the deck. I rushed back downstairs and sat in the dining area, looking for other occupants in the yacht. But clearly, after my thorough exploration, it seemed there was only the two of us.
Great. Fucking peachy. What are we going to do except argue and fuck each other like bunnies? Because that was what happened when the person you liked betrayed you, and now that you’re stuck with them, you can only fuck them. Yes, the physical attraction was still strong, but the spiritual bond was long gone.
I sighed, rubbing my stomach, feeling hungry. I rummaged through the pantry in search of food. There was plenty. It was like the whole place was stocked in preparation for this journey.
And then the penny dropped. He brought me here on purpose. To do what, I didn’t know. But I had to find out.
I paced myself into my bedroom again. Or was it his bedroom? Or was it our bedroom? I shook my head. It was the only bedroom in the yacht.
It didn’t matter because I was so overcome with anger I hit him with the pillow in three consecutive motions.
Julian yelled, waking from his sleep.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He snatched the pillow from me, growling with vulgarity.
“What the fuck did you bring me here for?” I yelled, just as vulgar. “We’re out in open sea. I searched the whole yacht. There’s no one on board but you and me. And there’s food stocked up to the max. So you must have something planned. What are you up to?”
I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I jumped on top of him, straddling his torso and throwing punches on his chest. Julian just laughed, chuckling like it was funny.
He let me punch him until I was exhausted. Then, twisting my arm, he turned me over. Now I was beneath him. I fought him hard, biting his shoulder, for a reply, but all he did was laugh again.
I kicked him on his shin, this time he let me go and I pulled myself up from underneath him. I won this fight. I straddled him again.
I smiled, laughter erupting from my throat. God, it felt so good to win for once in this insane, fucked-up game of ours.
Until I realized I was aroused. So aroused I couldn’t breathe and started rubbing and sliding my butt along his torso unconsciously to ease the ache at my core. Julian must have felt it too. His cock was already standing upright, angling for me from behind.
I couldn’t speak. This time I couldn’t say anything. Julian didn’t even make me aroused. It was all my own doing. I was the cause of all this.
But I needed him now. I couldn’t go without his cock inside me. I needed him to be inside me now.
With my eyes locked onto his, I lifted my butt off his torso and eased back until his long, hard shaft was aligned with my sleek entrance.
I slammed down on his cock, my core muscles stretched to the max, engulfing his length inside me.
And still I didn’t speak. Neither of us spoke. We just enjoyed sating our inner demons.
This was what I meant. We knew if we spoke, we would argue. And when we argued, we’d get into a fight. So let’s just enjoy each other’s company like this.
And I did enjoy his company. Until he opened his big mouth and ruined our moment.
“Insatiable woman.”
I rocked hard, slapping him in the face. Slipping him out, I crawled off his body, determined to get away from this monster who had once again hurt my feelings.
I was no insatiable woman. I was only insatiable with him. I never craved another man’s body since I knew him. He made me like this. He made me into this person that could no longer hold my head high.
A tear leaked from the corner of my eye. I wiped it free before he could see me. I wouldn't be a crybaby in front of him. He wasn’t worth my tears. I was over that phase now.
I was almost at the edge of the bed when he yanked my leg back, making my butt skitter along the sheet. He tossed me over until I was facing him again. He cradled my cheek and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss. And it wasn’t until he was satisfied that he released me.
“Where were you going? You haven’t finished what you started yet.”
And with that said, he dumped me right back on his torso, lifting me up until his cock was aligned at my sleek entrance again. And then he pushed me down. Hard.
My body trembled and I screamed, the tip of his cock reaching my innermost spot.
And the ride began. Slow and subtle, a low vibration at the center my bones, until it hit a rocky hill and increased in speed.
I held on to his shoulders, but my fingers slipped. I didn’t know where to hold him to keep myself stable from this high velocity train ride.
Julian saw my troubled state. He offered me his arms. I took them with full stride, holding on as he bounced up and down on that bed.
An earthquake was happening inside my head. I was spinning, rocking, my whole body thrown in different directions until with one final slam, I came. So hard my body convulsed and I slumped tiredly over Julian’s body.
A distant memory from many months ago flashed through my mind. Me, like this, with my Julian underneath me. It was beautiful, so very beautiful. He was rubbing my back with love after our sating lovemaking. He whispered in my ear he loved me.
Now a hand also rubbed my back, gently soothing me, making butterflies swamp in my stomach. But surely, in this stage of euphoric bliss, this person wouldn't be so kind as to rub my back and soothe my wounds.
And just when I was so exhausted and was pulled into a transient slumber, a distant baritone voice echoed inside my head. It sounded like Julian sayin
g sorry, but it must have been my imagination.
I didn’t think of this further as I fell into a deep sleep, Julian still inside me.
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CHAPTER 7
It was late afternoon when I woke again. I was hungry and exhausted. Yet what had me grumbling mad was the way I fell asleep. With Julian inside me. Again.
I slid him out and went to the bathroom to wash myself. Running a hot bath was what I needed at that moment. My whole body was sore.
As I got into the tub, I thought about all the moments I spent with Julian since the time he came back into my life.
Hard, aggressive sex. That just about summed up our time together. Maybe he was right to assume I was an insatiable woman. Maybe I was a sexual creature after all, an insatiable woman who constantly craved him inside me.
The water had turned cold by the time I got out of the bath. Once again, I brought along Julian’s shirt. This time, a grey stripped cotton. No panties.
The rose necklace was still on my neck. After all that time, I didn’t even notice it there. I tried unclasping it, but how the hell did he put it on me? It wouldn’t come off no matter how hard I tried.
Exhausted from that stupid task, I went in search of food.
Julian was already out in the dining room, food dished out on the table in front of him. His eyes were less red. His jaw hard edged, with a five o’clock shadow prominent on his jawline. He was wearing a loose white shirt, unbuttoned at the front. Flat abs and a rock-hard chest were on full display for me to view at my own leisure. The denim he wore hugged his butt like a second skin.
Holy shit. He looked hot as hell. This Julian was more relaxed and less refined, which made him all the more captivating, in a rough manner.
I turned away, noticing my breath coming in short fits. I knew I was getting into that horny stage again. Will there ever be a day I won’t be affected by his presence?
I ignored the throbbing need at my core and turned to the food placed in front of me. Somehow, in my moment of admiring Julian’s perfect butt, he'd dished food up for me.