Chapter 21
“What the hell?” I scream as freezing water pours down my skin.
The bastard could’ve at least waited for the water to warm up first .
Julian stands outside the shower, wearing only black boxer briefs. The glass door is open, and his large frame blocks me from leaving. A large bruise is on his left pec, and I notice a smear of blood along his neck.
I glare at him, my teeth chattering. “Let me out.”
He slowly shakes his head, his gaze silently roaming down my body. My black nightie is soaked to my body like a second skin. He halts, his stare intense when it reaches the base of my thighs, where my short nightie ends.
Uncaring I’m freezing my ass off, he takes his sweet little time raising his gaze. It doesn’t move far, stopping at my breasts. His face burns as my nipples pucker beneath the black lace, and I cross my arms.
When he reaches forward, I stumble back a step, my back hitting the chilly tiled wall. It was an overreaction. All he does is turn another handle, and water cascades from two more showerheads.
I watch him, captivated, when he drops his briefs. A very impressive hard cock springs free. Unlike him, I attempt not to make it obvious I’m staring, but I’m doing a crappy job at it. He steps inside the shower as the water warms, shutting the door behind him.
The shower has enough room to fit four people comfortably, but with him, it feels claustrophobic.
I can’t stop myself from taking another peek at his cock.
Tonight’s my first time seeing him naked.
I’ve thought about it plenty of times.
Touched myself to those thoughts aplenty.
Facing me sideways, he collects a handful of water and splashes it over his face, not muttering a word to me. He does it again to his neck, washing away the blood.
I inch forward to get better beneath the water.
“I don’t take well to threats,” he says sharply, turning to face me.
“What?” I ask, water sprinkling my face.
He steps closer, coming toe to toe with me. “Your little text. I don’t reward those who like to play games.” Lowering his head, he gets closer to my face. “I punish them.”
Are you kidding?
The big, bad Mafia man is upset about a text?
He literally slaughters people for looking at him the wrong way.
I lift my chin in defiance. “Maybe if you’d sent a little text back , I wouldn’t have threatened to leave your bed.” I roll my eyes. “And seriously, my threat was the lamest of all threats.”
I attempt to step back, but he circles his arm around my waist, stopping me.
“Shall we compare my threats to yours?” I go on as he digs his fingers through my nightie.
It’s a warning, another threat , but I can’t stop my big mouth from blabbering.
“You’ve threatened to hand me over to Dima countless times, and if anyone should be mad, it’s me , especially after this .
” I motion toward my wet body and then the shower.
Narrowing his eyes, he watches me coolly as water splashes off his jaw, hitting me in the face.
And because I’m not the best decision maker when I’m tired, I continue running my mouth. “I should’ve stayed at the Marchettis’. Luca would’ve at least warmed the water for me first.”
His icy stare immediately grows hot.
His strong jaw tics.
The shower and he suddenly feel scorching.
I gasp when he shoves me backward, my back colliding with the shower wall. He stalks a step forward, and I lose a breath when his rough hand wraps around my neck.
He smirks, as if he loves that he stole that breath.
I stare straight into his eyes, refusing him the satisfaction of seeing my fear as he keeps me trapped against the wall.
Keeping his hand around my neck, he collects water in his other one, similar to how he did earlier, and tosses it in my face. Water lands in my mouth, and he clasps his hand over my lips, stopping me from spitting it out.
He squeezes my neck tighter, preventing me from swallowing the water, and I choke.
Lowering his head, he smooths his nose along my jawline as I fight for breaths. My eyes feel too heavy, and I swear I’m close to passing out.
I heave forward, spitting the water out and gasping for breaths when he finally moves his hand from my mouth. He doesn’t give me time to recover before his lips are on mine, and I wince in pain when he bites my lip with his canine.
“You ever speak another man’s name when you’re naked with me, there will be severe consequences.
” He bites into it so rough that I know it’s drawing blood.
“I swear to you, Genesis, that isn’t a fucking threat .
” He shoves more water down my throat, doing the same thing again.
“And when I’m done with your punishment, I’ll hold a gun to your head and make you drown that motherfucker. ”
I anchor my hand around his wrist, attempting to pull his hand away from my neck, but I’m not strong enough.
He grins in satisfaction, loving that he’s outpowering me, but loosens it an inch.
Most likely so he doesn’t kill me.
My eyes water, and my limbs shake.
“Do I make myself clear?” he hisses.
“Yes,” I attempt to squeak out, and some of the water spews from my lips.
“That’s my good girl.”
He steps back, his hand falling from my neck, and I hunch forward, gasping for air. But he doesn’t stay away for long, only long enough to make sure I don’t choke to death in his shower.
My mind speeds as he jerks my legs open, stepping between them.
His wet body is against mine.
When his gaze finds mine again, he stares at me wildly.
This is so fucking hot.
I’m so insane for thinking that too .
I’ve never wanted sex like this.
Deranged, mental, desperate sex.
He lowers his hand between my legs, his lips finding my ear. “Is this why you wanted me to come home?”
I moan.
He savagely thrusts a thick finger inside me.
“You ruined the mood,” I lie. “Get out, and I’m going to the guest room.”
A threatening chuckle leaves him. “No, I’m staying right here . You asked me to come home and fell asleep in my bed. This is what you wanted.” He shoves two more fingers inside me, hooking my leg around his waist. “I came home to fuck you against this wall and fill you with my cum.”
His eyes are crazed.
His lips pursed together.
I want to kiss him, but I’m scared.
Am I allowed to do that?
He’s not gentle as he finger fucks me.
I’d never expect tenderness from a man like him.
It’s rough and fast, and my body slams against the wall.
The shower feels like it’s heated to a million degrees.
Steam surrounds us, coating the glass.
“I want to feel you,” I moan. “ All of you.”
“Take off your fucking nightie,” he demands.
He inches back, his gaze intense as I pull the wet fabric off my body. As soon as it drops to our feet, his mouth finds my neck, his thumb massaging my clit.
I shut my eyes, losing the energy to keep them open when he sucks on my nipple. Pleasure overcomes me, and my orgasm radiates through my entire body. He digs his fingers into my thigh, keeping me in place as my limbs loosen. If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d fall like a noodle on the floor.
He squats, shoving his thick cock inside me with no warning.
It fills my pussy perfectly.
My body becomes alive again as he wraps my legs around his waist, holding me in place.
Now that I’ve felt his cock, I’ll never just want his fingers again.
I’m not afraid of this man because he’s a brutal killer.
I’m afraid of him because I know if I let myself get too close, he’ll break my heart. He’ll break all of me, whether he realizes it or not.
Men like him don’t have enough good heart to give away.
Theirs are black, and bruised, and damaged.
Who wants a damaged heart?
That doesn’t entail a happily ever after.
All thoughts of how he’ll destroy me leave me with his first thrust.
Sooo good .
Years in the making.
Time stands still yet flies by at the same time.
I want to remember every moment, but my mind can’t keep up as he roughly fucks me against the wall.
It’s hot, and wet, and wild.
He bites my lip again, then my neck. “You’re so fucking tight, Gen, baby.” His teeth move to my ear, biting into the cartilage, as if causing pain is always necessary for him.
I decide to return the favor and run my sharp nails down his back.
He doesn’t even wince. “Harder,” he whisper-hisses. “If you want to cause me pain, you’d better fucking do it harder.”
His hips slap against mine so hard that I’m surprised my hip bone doesn’t break.
I moan, sinking my nails into his skin, using them as an anchor to hold him as he fucks me senseless.
“Yessss,” I moan. “Oh my God, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
For the first time ever, he listens.
He doesn’t stop, only fucks me harder.
His strokes quicken, and seconds later, I’m falling apart again.
I cry out his name as he continues to fuck me.
With each stroke, he grunts.
“This pussy is mine and only mine,” he sneers as I try to catch my breath. “Say it.”
“Only yours,” I moan, wanting it to be true.
Two more strokes, and his body stills.
He throws his head back, his arms shaking, and when he raises it, his eyes are heavy and half shut. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.
It doesn’t last long though.
He jerks his hips forward one last time. “Don’t you fucking lose a drop of that cum.”
“Aye aye, captain,” I reply with a shaky breath because words are apparently hard for me to come up with at the moment.
My response doesn’t make him laugh.
He’s actually completely emotionless to it.
“Don’t ignore my texts again,” I finally say. “And you need to come home earlier.”
He draws back a few inches, his eyes wicked. “If I get to come home to this every night, that won’t be a problem.”