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Elena

“Do you want to touch me too?” he whispers, taking my chin between two fingers. I shiver at the intense need in his eyes and the feel of his fingers on my skin.

“I’m… I don’t know,” I admit, and Julian looks at me for a long second, and I’m almost sure he’s going to tell me to get out, but instead, he releases my chin and takes a step back.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I obey just like he wants me to. I glance down between my thighs to see what he sees right now. “Eyes on me at all times. I want to see you when you come, and I want you to watch me own your body the way only I can.”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

A knot of fear tightens in my belly, but I nod my head anyway, wanting to go through with this.

“Touch yourself,” he orders while wrapping a hand around his length. Just like the time I watched him in the shower, I’m mesmerized by him. The way his hand wraps around his large penis… the way he strokes himself.

My own hand travels down my stomach and to my folds. I’ve touched myself before but of course never in front of someone. It feels wrong, too intimate, but also it feels right like I’m sharing something special with him.

“Now, rub your clit for me.” His gruff voice vibrates through me as I bring my fingers to my clit and start to draw small circles around it. Pleasure blooms deep in my belly as I watch him stroke himself while watching me in return.

“Mmmh,” I moan softly while picking up speed, rubbing my clit more furiously. The pleasure is there, but it’s not enough to drive me over the edge. Dropping my hand, I lift my eyes from Julian’s crotch to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t think I can do this. I want you to touch me,” I admit, knowing already that this is a terrible idea.

“You sure?” he taunts, and steps closer again. Leaning down, he pinches one of my nipples between his fingers. The action is painful, but a jolt of pleasure follows, making me chew on my lip to stifle the groan that wants to come out.

Breathlessly, I say, “Yes.”

He plucks at my nipple again, and I spread my legs a little wider, beckoning him right where I want him. Chuckling softly, he gets down on one knee, so we are eye to eye. He slips a hand between my thighs, grazing the bundle of nerves between my folds. Something sparks in my belly at his touch, and all I know is that I have to feel it again.

“Again.” I look up, pleading into his eyes.

Gritting his teeth as if he’s in pain, he swirls two fingers over that magic spot, and I let out a low whimper. Keeping my eyes on him, a slow heat starts to build in my belly, and the faster he moves his finger, the higher it rises. Pressing firmer against that spot, he moves faster and faster, and I build up, my muscles tense, my hips rising, seeking out more until I crest.

“I’m…” I shudder against the bench, every fiber of my body unraveling as pleasure rips through me, overtaking my senses.

“You’re coming. Come on my hand,” Julian grunts as the orgasm ripples through me.

Pulling away, he stands up. Taking the same hand that was between my thighs, he brings the two fingers to my mouth.

“Open and taste yourself while watching me beat off. All while knowing that only you do this to me. Only you, Elena.”

Opening my mouth, his fingers slip inside, and his pupils dilate, the blue becoming almost black. Mewling around his fingers, I taste my arousal on them, it isn’t a bad taste, if anything, it makes me hungry for more.

Dropping my gaze to his hand, which is fisting his penis, I suck greedily on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them, listening and watching as he loses himself in pleasure. He works himself hard and fast just as he said, so much so that his movements and grip look almost painful.

Gritting his teeth, the words come out in a rage. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you, to blow my load in your virgin pussy. All mine. Every untouched inch of you is mine.”

“Mmmm,” I say around his fingers.

“Spread your legs. I’m going to mark you,” he tells me, and I oblige, wanting to see him unravel and fall apart. He’s seen me weak so many times. I want to see him when he gives in to the pleasure-when he’s at the mercy of his own will.

Spread as wide as I can, he strokes faster, his eyes darting between my face and my spread legs. Sucking harder, I relish in the hiss that slips past his lips and watch with amazement as he tips his head back, bares his teeth, and the cords in his neck and abs tighten. He looks utterly beautiful, and I want to see him like this again. I crave it, need it.

A moment later, his release comes and spurts of warm white liquid land against my mound in sticky ropes. I stare down at them, feeling not disgusted, but marked, just as he said he wanted to do. Seconds tick by, and he tugs his fingers from my mouth. His chest rises and falls rapidly, matching my own.

When he looks at me again, there is this sedated look on his face, and I smile because I helped put it there. For the first time since arriving here, I don’t feel completely useless.

“You were gentle,” I say, trying to stand, but my legs are more like jelly now than they were before.

“Stay seated so I can wash your hair and don’t assume it will always be that way, you’re ill, and I didn’t want to hurt you further,” he sneers the last part, and I can tell that it’s a lie as soon as the words pass his lips. If he wanted to hurt me, he would’ve. He held all the power in that instant, and all he did was bring me pleasure.

There is this peace that seems to sweep over us. Something has changed, but I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is.

The rest of the shower, we’re quiet, he washes my hair for me and rinses it. Then he dries himself and me before helping me into a nightgown and panties.

He pulls back the covers, helps me into bed, and I feel a little better after my shower. My head doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode, and my stomach is settled. Sinking back against the pillows, the sound of Julian’s phone ringing causes me to startle.

Julian curses under his breath and walks over to the nightstand, where his gun and phone sit. He looks at the screen and swipes a finger over it.

“I hope you have some information for me,” Julian says, suddenly becoming the dark mafia man he is.

Watching intently, his expression changes, becoming murderous as the person on the other line speaks.

“Okay, and yes, she’s doing better. It’s a good thing she ate hardly any of it.” His gaze finds mine, and I look away, the moment feeling too intense. They talk a little while longer, and then he ends the call. He sits on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand, looking like he could break the thing into a million pieces.

It’s none of my business, but I want to know who called him and what they said since it obviously had something to do with me.

“Who was that?” I ask quietly.

“The doc, he confirmed our assumptions that it was poison.”

“But who would want to poison me, and why?”

Julian doesn’t answer me and crawls under the covers, tugging me into his side. I feel warm and protected, but deep down, there is a nagging fear. Someone wants me dead… and I have no idea why.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. You’re mine, and I protect what is mine. Whoever did this to you will pay dearly. I can promise you that.” And I believe him, feel the justice in his words moving through me. Julian may be a bad man, but deep down, beneath it all, he is something else, and I’m going to keep digging till I find the person I know he can be.