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It’s too much. From the sting of his cock stretching me to the pace he sets, I’m a goner.
I shatter around his cock with a loud cry. My vision turns dark as I lose touch with reality and free-fall headfirst into my orgasm.
“Hermosa,” he says as he tips my head back.
My stomach takes a dive into deep, dangerous waters. Julian swallows my moan with a kiss, pressing hard enough to bruise my lips.
He fucks me through my orgasm while whispering sweet praises into my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he says without breaking his rhythm. “Look at me.” He tugs on my hair until my eyes snap open.
“Mi preciosa,” he whispers against my ear before nipping at the curve.
My fuzzy brain fails to fully process the words fast enough as he comes with a groan.
His swift movements turn jerky before they halt altogether. I brush my fingers through his hair, fixing the strands while hecomes down from his high.
Hermosa:Gorgeous.
Mi preciosa:Beautiful.
“Shit.” His forehead presses against mine.
“You liked it?” I’m not usually so demanding in circumstances like these, but Julian challenges me at everything, so I find myself desperate to gain some kind of control over him.
The thought makes me laugh at myself.
No one can control Julian—least of all me. If anything, I unleashed a devious part of him that he has kept locked away, and I can’t wait to do it again.
You’re playing a game you won’t win, the cautionary voice in my head calls out.
Then you better make sure Julian can’t win either.
He kisses the top of my head as he pulls out with a groan. “I’m afraid you might have ruined sex with any other woman for me.”
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Dahlia
“So, about my room…” Julian hesitates outside his bedroom door.
“What about it could possibly make you this nervous?” I reach for the knob, only to be blocked by his wide body as he steps in front of it.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Well...”
“Is it your bobblehead collection?”
His head shakes. “No. I got rid of that years ago.”
“Thank God, because they creeped me out.”
He shoots me a look.
“Do you have porn magazines or posters or something?” I ask.
“Seeing as I’m not a teenager who was born before the internet existed, no.”
