Chapter 15
Julian
The night air hit me like a slap when I stepped out of the Athena building. Cool and sharp. Exactly what I needed to burn off the heat still crawling under my skin.
Fuck. Violet…
The sound of her voice. The way her breath hitched when I touched her back. The look in her eyes like she didn’t know whether to trust me or run.
She had no idea how close she was to being right about both.
I shoved my hands into my pockets and started the walk back to Revs. My pulse hadn’t calmed down since the parking lot, and for once, I didn’t bother trying to fight it.
By the time I was halfway down Harborview Street, I gave in to temptation and pulled out my phone. Just a quick check. Just to make sure Violet had listened.
The screen flared to life, showing the feed from the micro-cam I’d hidden in the light fixture directly above her bed. She was lying there now, on her side, a small pink bag of Mochi Moons pressed against her shoulder.
Good girl.
I smirked faintly, glad to see she’d followed my orders.
She suddenly shifted. Tossed. Turned. The ice slid off her back and landed somewhere on the blanket.
“Bad girl,” I muttered. “It’s only been seven minutes.”
But then she moved again, and the next thing I saw made my breath catch.
Her hands went to the hem of her tank top. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing the pale pink bra I'd touched only minutes ago. That came off next. Then her jeans, pushed down those lithe legs until she kicked them aside, taking her panties with them.
My steps faltered. I stopped walking entirely, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen.
Fuck.
Violet was completely bare in the center of her bed now. My bed, really. Because I'd claimed it the moment I'd put that camera in place. Claimed her, whether she knew it yet or not.
She rolled over and reached for her bedside table, giving me a perfect view of her ass—round and perfect and mine—before yanking open the drawer with an urgency that made my cock harden painfully against my jeans.
I watched as she fumbled beneath the contents, pulling out a purple drawstring bag. Then a dildo. Purple silicone. About six inches. Nowhere near as thick as I was, but she didn't know that yet.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered, my free hand instinctively moving to adjust myself through my jeans.
Violet scrambled up on her knees and brought the toy between her legs. Even from this angle, I could see the way her head tipped back, mouth falling open as she touched herself, rubbing that toy against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
I glanced around the empty street, then ducked into the shadowed alcove of a closed storefront, pressing my back against the brick wall. My hand moved to palm my hard-on through the denim as I kept watching.
This was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Violet sucked the dildo into her mouth, getting it wet, and my mind supplied another image with brutal clarity. Those lips wrapped around my cock instead. Those pretty eyes looking up at me while she took me deep enough to hit the back of her throat.
Then she positioned the toy beneath her and began to lower herself onto it, inch by inch.
I bit back a groan, my grip tightening on my phone. If I were in my room right now instead of a public street, I'd have my cock out, tightly gripping it in my fist while I watched her take that toy. But I couldn't. Not here.
So I just watched. Watched her hand work between her legs. Watched the way her thighs trembled. The arch of her back. The silent cries shaping her lips.
And then, even though there was no audio on the feed, I knew exactly what she said.
My name.
I could read it on her lips as clearly as if she'd whispered it in my ear. Julian.
"Fuck, Violet," I growled under my breath, palming myself harder through my jeans as she started to move, bouncing on that dildo like she was made for it. Like her body was already learning to crave what I could give her.
As I kept watching, my hand clenched around the phone until my knuckles whitened. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to her right now. How I’d make her come apart for real, under my hands, with my mouth, with my cock.
She was getting close now, riding that toy with increasing desperation, her hand working frantically between her legs.
When she came, head thrown back and mouth open in what I knew was a scream, I had to close my eyes and breathe through the need tearing through me.
My cock throbbed painfully, trapped and aching, begging for release I couldn't give it.
Not yet. Not here.
I forced my eyes open again, watching as Violet rode out the aftershocks. Watched her slow down, finally, and pull the toy free. She stumbled to the bathroom for a minute, then came back and collapsed onto the bed, curling into herself.
Even from here, I could see the shame in the curve of her spine. In the way she buried her face in her hands.
She thought she was a terrible person for wanting me. Thought she was betraying her sister by getting off to a fantasy of the man whose brother might’ve killed her.
"It's okay, sweetheart," I murmured to the empty air, to the girl who couldn't hear me. "You're not going to hell. But I probably am."
I pocketed my phone and pushed off the wall, adjusting myself as best I could before continuing toward Revs. My cock was still hard, still demanding attention, but it would have to wait.
I had other business to take care of first.
The parking lot was dark and quiet when I reached it, exactly as I'd expected. Most people wouldn't leave for another two hours at least.
A low groan came from the corner where I'd left Kane Sutherland.
I followed the sound and found him on the ground, blinking blearily as he pushed himself upward. His hand went to the side of his head, and he winced when his fingers came away smeared with blood.
“What the fuck,” he muttered, squinting up at me as I approached. Recognition flickered across his face. “Did you... did you hit me?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck, man?” He tried to stand, wobbled, and thought better of it. “Why would you—”
“For what you did to Violet.”
His expression twisted with confusion, then indignation. “I didn't do anything to her!”
Seedy, lying little fucker.
“We weren’t even on a date!” he added. “We’re just friends! So I don’t know what you think you saw, but you’re fucking wrong!”
I already knew it wasn’t a date, but the words still sent something dark and possessive twisting through me. The thought of him with Violet tonight, of him thinking he had any right to her at all, made possessiveness and jealousy rise up in my chest fast and hard.
“Where is she?” Kane added, looking around the parking lot like she might suddenly materialize there.
“She's safe. That's all you need to know.”
He groggily looked around the parking lot, then back up at me, squinting. Then his gaze dropped, and he barked out a hoarse laugh. “Dude. Are you fucking hard right now?”
I glanced down. The bulge was obvious, even in the dim light. I'd been so focused on what I just watched that I hadn't bothered to hide it.
I didn't care. Wasn't ashamed of how turned on my girl made me.
“It's not for you. It's for her,” I said, reaching into my jacket. My fingers closed around the knife I always carried. I pulled it out slowly, letting Kane see the blade catch the moonlight. “And so is this.”
With that, I smiled and lifted the knife.