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Elena

His words stir a fire of desire and anger inside of me, and without thinking my actions through, I lift my hand and slap him across the face. A sting of pain kisses my palm, and Julian’s face cuts to the side from the impact.

What happens next is something I never could’ve expected. Instead of hitting me back or hurting me, he kisses me. His lips press against mine with a hateful heat. It’s teeth and the coppery tang of blood explodes against my tongue when his own enters my mouth. I swear I feel every drop of pain, anger, and fear in that kiss.

It’s like he’s trying to suffocate me with it. The kiss becomes something else entirely when the world around us starts to fade away, and we start tugging at each other’s clothes. Fabric tears and buttons fly, and I’m only vaguely aware of my naked state when Julian pushes me back against the bed and climbs on top of me.

One large hand circles my throat, as he pins my naked body beneath his. My sex clenches and nipples harden as he squeezes my slim throat a little tighter, his eyes never wavering from mine. He’s pushing me, looking to see how far I will go.

“Hurt me. Do it. I know you want to.” I push the words out through my gritted teeth. Even as angry as I am with him, I’m turned on too. I lift my hips even though they’re pinned to the bed by the weight of his body.

“I do… I want to fucking strangle you for being so stupid. For thinking you could leave, and I wouldn’t find you,” he hisses and leans down, pressing his nose flat against mine. His nostrils flare like a bull that’s ready to charge. I want to push him, to anger him because at least when he’s like this, I can see how much he cares, see that he does want me even if he doesn’t always say it.

“If it wasn’t for the police, I could have. I’d be long gone by now.” It’s the wrong move and one that could end up burning me in the end, but I want to feel him right now, feel his fear, feel the love I know he refuses to admit for me.

Like a branch swaying in a storm, he snaps. In an instant, he’s lifting me and reversing our spots. The world around me spins for one brief moment, then he’s regaining his hold on my throat as he situates me on top of him.

Squirming against his thick cock, I mewl into the air, there is a thick, primal need frantically clawing up my spine.

“You want my cock, don’t you? Want me to fill you up? Touch that spot deep inside you that no one else will. You think you can run, but you would come back. There is nothing like what we share, and if you think I would let another man touch what is mine, you’re just as crazy as me. I’d kill him, and then fuck you right beside his still-warm body. You’re mine. All mine. Every fucking inch of you, and I’m going to punish your tight hole. Remind you of who it is that owns you, my wife.”

There is no warning as he tightens his grip on my throat, and enters me in one swift move, his cock sliding all the way home. The muscles of my core quiver, and even though I’m slick with raw need, there is a tinge of pain that follows.

The pain fades to nothing when he starts moving, fucking me with an edge that makes me wonder if he will actually strangle me. His stroke is precise, like balancing on the edge of a blade, knowing that one slip will draw blood.

“Mine!” he growls into my ear, squeezing my throat even tighter.

The air in my lungs is cut off, but the pleasure spiraling through me is all the oxygen I need. Julian fucks me like he hates me, and it’s the most exhilarating thing in the world. My toes curl, and my spine stiffens as every bounce on his cock sends me to a new height of pleasure.

I’m close, so fucking close, and then he pulls out. Like a savage, he lifts me and tosses me down onto the bed. I whimper at the loss of his cock inside of me but moan with ecstasy when I feel him move behind me, and his cock slides deep inside of me once more.

“Say it. Say that you’re mine.” I can all but see the cords in his neck tightening, the grip he has on my hips is bruising as he forces his cock inside me over and over again.

When I don’t answer fast enough, he grabs a fist full of hair and tugs my head backward, and somehow, the movement drives his cock deeper inside of me.

He’s all I can feel, smell, and taste.

“Fuckin’ say it. Tell me who owns you. Whose pussy is this? Whose body is this? Say it, Elena. Say it, so I can feel that tight pink pussy quiver around my cock.”

Gritting my teeth, I try to fight off the orgasm, rising up with each penetrating stroke. I try and ignore his hot breath against my skin, his deep, dangerous scent that fills my nostrils with each breath I take, but there is no escaping him. Julian Moretti owns me. He owns my body, my heart, my mind, and my soul.

“Come on, baby, say it, so I can let you come…” His teeth nip my ear hard, and I tighten around his cock. “Yes, just like that. Tell me who owns you. Otherwise, I’m going to pull out and come down your throat.”

The idea of not coming is deterring enough and is the last push I need to admit that I’m completely taken by this man.

“You. It’s you. You own me,” I cry into the demolished room with my head tipped back, my neck aching, and my fingers clawing at the sheets. A moment later, Julian releases his grip on my hair. His hands find my hips, and he fucks me right into the mattress. I grab onto the sheets to keep myself in place as the headboard crashes against the wall over and over again.

Crumbling, my orgasm slams into me fiercely, stealing the breath from my lungs. My eyes drift closed, and all I can hear is the thundering beat of my own heart. As the pleasure washes away, I find Julian is still fucking me. He continues owning me, forcing me to orgasm three more times before he allows himself to come, painting the inside of my womb with his warm release.

Sagging against me, I feel his sweat-slicked skin against mine, and a warm sensation works its way through my limbs. In his arms, nothing in the world can reach me. He is my protector, and my savior.

For a short time, we both lie there, trying to catch our breath. Rolling off me, he falls onto the mattress beside me but then drags me over his body. He makes me lie on top of him, my head resting on his chest as he draws circles against the small of my back. All the anger that was consuming him an hour ago has vanished now.

“I wasn’t trying to run away. Clyde was trying to hurt Marie. He had her pinned against the counter with his hand up her dress. He was going to rape her if I didn’t stop him,” I whisper, turning my face to rest my cheek against the mattress on the other side, so I can see his face. “I didn’t think. All I did was react, and when I saw him dead on the floor and Marie started crying, saying you would kill her. I knew she was right. I had to get her off the island.”

“Do you think that low of me? That I would kill her for saying no to one of my guards?”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Do I? He isn’t all that fond of Marie, and his men are above the maids and cooks.

He sighs. “I can tell by the look on your face that you believe I would’ve killed her.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t exactly like Marie, and I was afraid for her. I wasn’t leaving you. I swear. I want to be here with you.”

There is a long moment of silence, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, he stares at me, his gaze penetrating. “You should’ve come to me and told me what happened. All that leaving did was put you in danger. What if I hadn’t got a call? I never would’ve found you, and god knows what could’ve happened.” The anguish in his voice clings to my skin.

“I know. I’m sorry,” I apologize almost shamefully.

“I know you are. I can see it in your eyes, and that is the only reason you’re not shackled to the bed, and I’m not spanking your ass until it’s pink and sore. I understand that you were afraid, but I am your husband, and enough bad things have happened to you recently. I can’t risk losing you. You’re more important to me than you think. When I discovered you were gone… betrayal sliced through me, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

Reaching for his hand, I grasp onto it and squeeze. “I wasn’t leaving, Julian.”

“I know…” he brings my hand to his lips and brushes them against my knuckles. “Do not do something like that again. I’m not sure I’ll be able to withstand it.”

“I’m not sure our furniture will withstand it either. Look at this room.”

“They are just things. I do want to look at you. Your hand and you eye to be more specific.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a cut and a bruise.” My hand stopped bleeding a long time ago, and with everything going on, I totally forgot about it. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

“You know if Clyde wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him from touching you.”

“I know…”