Julian's Torment (Mafia Heirs 3)

“Please stop arguing with me already. All I did was protect you. You should be grateful.”

“Grateful?” I scoff while he cleans up the food. “I can’t be grateful for you killing someone. Keeping me here against my will.”

“Is it against your will?” he wonders out loud. “I think you’re just not ready to admit your feelings for me yet, Francesca. But you’ll get there soon enough. And I’m excited to see it happen.”

“I want to go home.”

“Home?” he mocks me. “Home to your hotel room, or your dorm room my father is paying for?”

“Fuck you, Julian.” I push the covers off me and get up, eager to get away from him. But he intercepts me before I can reach the door.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he tells me in a low growl. “You’re staying here.”

“No, I’m not.” I struggle against him, but he easily overpowers me. He folds my arms in front of me and holds me close with my back to his chest.

“Stop trying to deny this,” he mutters in the shell of my ear. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“I used to think so,” I whisper. My mind is saying one thing and my body is saying another. I hate how dependent I’ve become on Julian’s attention. How desperate I am to make things better between us, even though he’s fucked up so badly.

“I’ll make you believe it again, Francesca.”

He kisses a line over my neck, gently caressing my skin and peppering kisses all over my complexion. I feel myself slowly giving in to his desires. I can’t help myself around Julian. I never could.

As much as I will this to stop, it doesn’t. Soon enough, he’s stripped me naked again. My cuts are hurting, but he touches them with feather light strokes, making sure he isn’t hurting me. His touch elicits moans from my lips, and I can’t help but moan along with his punishing hands and lips.

“I want to be inside you,” he mutters in my ear, making shivers go down my spine. “But first, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He pushes me to my knees. I could fight him, but I don’t. I don’t say a word to stop him. A part of me wants this, and that part is winning right now.

My lips part as if of their own accord. Julian unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, as huge and thick as I remember it being. I mewl as he pushes it between my lips, feeding me inch after inch of his engorged flesh. I’m fucking hungry for it, too. I want to argue with him. Tell him what he did was wrong. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I need him. Need his touch, need his caress, need to hear him groan my name as I take him in my mouth and start sucking his cock into an erection.

In moments, he’s painfully fucking hard and my mouth is watering at the sight of him. There’s no way we can stop now, both of us are too far gone to put an end to this. I keep licking him, sucking him until he throws his head back with pure ecstasy.

I can feel him thickening in my mouth. I can tell he’s getting ready for a release that will fill me up with what I want most. A silent tear slides down my cheek.

Is it really so bad, what he did?

Yes, it’s inexcusable. He killed another human being. And he justified it by telling me it was for me.

But if he hadn’t done that, I’d probably be married now, married to a man I fucking hated.

He saved me.

He did this to help me.

He did this so we could finally be together.

With a wet noise, Julian pulls out of my mouth and wipes my lips with his thumb. He pulls me to my feet and gently guides me to the bed. There, he lays me down and climbs on the bed with me. His eyes are drinking me in, watching every inch of me so closely I feel even more naked than I am. I feel like he can see straight to me, straight to my soul.

“I’m going to make you mine now, and you’re going to beg me not to stop,” he mutters, kissing a line down my lips to my tits and covering my nipples. I’m shivering, shaking for more of his attention. I’m so desperate for him I can barely see straight and yet my mind refuses to acknowledge it, refuses to admit that I’ve finally succumbed to the boy I first loved.

Julian is on top of me now, his lips covering mine. And I’m kissing him back, feeling him groan against my lips as I go deeper and make my desire known. Inside me, something breaks, yet I’ve never felt more whole before.