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33ElenaJulian is oddly quiet at dinner, and that quietness carries over into the evening. After dinner, we retreat back up to our bedroom.
Worry swirls like a hurricane inside of me. He’s angry with me. He hasn’t said anything, not a single word, but I can feel it. Feel the fury rushing off of him and slamming into me.
Could he tell that I was lying?
Who am I kidding? Of course, he could.
But what am I supposed to do? Tell him where my father is? I can’t do that. No matter what my father has done to me, he is still my dad. Telling Julian where he could be hiding would mean certain death to the only family I have left. My father may have betrayed me, but I’m not like him, and I refuse to get involved in their fight.
Like a child, Julian leaves me sitting on the bed as he takes a shower. I slip out of my clothes and down to my panties, then I crawl under the blankets and wait for him.
The bed feels cold and empty when he’s not here. I’m so used to sleeping in his arms, I don’t think I could fall asleep without him anymore.
The thought is frightening. I never wanted to become dependent upon him, but over time, he’s broken down my walls, and shown me a glimpse of who he really is.
The bathroom door opens a few minutes later, and Julian steps into the room completely naked. His dark hair is still wet, and droplets stick to his tan skin. Lowering my gaze, I see he is fully erect. His cock so hard, it’s pointing up to his navel.
Three weeks. It’s been three weeks since he’s done anything, aside from a gentle kiss, or soft caress. Seeing him naked now, ready to fuck me, has my core heating and my breath coming in short heavy spurts.
My pulse races, and not just because of his nakedness. His eyes are dark, his look stern, and his muscles flexed. He radiates anger.
I was right. He is angry.
Like a lion, he prowls toward me, and I cannot deny that the way he’s looking at me turns me on even more. It’s both frightening and exciting, like riding a rollercoaster, knowing there is a drop coming, but unsure when.
“Why do you protect him? He doesn’t care about you, not like I do.”
“I’m not protecting him,” I squeak as he tugs back the covers, exposing my body. My nipples harden at the cool air that kisses my skin. I instinctively try to scoot back and sit up, but Julian grabs my injured ankle and pulls me back toward him.
“Lies,” he hisses through his teeth like a snake.
All I can do is gasp when he pounces on me, his hand circles my throat, squeezing just enough to let me know he is in control. His hot mouth circles one of my hard tips, and his tongue flicks against it before his teeth sink into my skin.
Warmth floods my body, colliding with fear and a zing of pain as he bites down harder. Lifting my hands, wanting to place them on his chest, I hope to regain at least a little control. But he snatches my wrists and pins them above my head with one of his large hands while keeping the other on my throat.
“Julian,” I whimper.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he whispers against my skin, trailing kisses up my chest and over my throat. My heart races beneath my skin, thundering so loudly it’s almost all I can hear.
“I know nothing…” I tell him, and whine when he pulls away and stares down at me. His icy blue gaze pins me to the mattress, and for the first time in weeks, a shiver of fear runs down my spine.
“I’m going to get the answer out of you. Roll over,” he orders thickly. I don’t even hesitate as I obediently roll over onto my hands and knees. “Leave your hands above your head and jut your ass out.”
I follow his order without thought, even though I’m scared of what he is going to do to me. I watch him take a pillow and stuff it under my stomach before he places a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down.
I’m surprised when he gets off the bed, but I don’t move. I hear him get something out of the dresser. A few moments later, he is back by my side. He takes one of my wrists, and before I know what’s happening, my hands are cuffed to the bedposts.
“What are you doing?” I ask meekly.
“Don’t talk unless you are answering my questions,” he snaps, his voice is gruff, dark, and has an edge to it that has me on high alert. This is not the Julian I trust. This is not the sweet, caring person I seek out for safety. This is the Julian I betrayed, who is willing to hurt me to get his way.
