Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Wynn
“You’ll want to get some sleep.” Julian walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled the sheets down. “Want me to put your phone on the charger?”
What the fuck is even happening right now? “Whoa!”
He halted his movements. “What?”
“We aren’t sleeping together.”
“Were we not done talking?”
“Not done…” I ran my fingers through my hair tugging slightly. “Do you think because we talked a little bit that this is done?”
“I’ve told you everything. You want to be my handler, so to speak. I run kills by you to approve and—”
“Oh, my God.”
“Am I wrong?”
“In so many ways,” I mumbled. I grabbed my phone and slipped it into my pajama pants. “I’m going to sleep in a different room.”
“Once you’re asleep, I’m just going to bring you back here.”
My eyes flared and my jaw dropped. “I don’t consent to that.”
He shrugged. “I can’t sleep without you beside me, Wynn, and I need sleep.”
“And I said no. Leave me be for the night. I need to think.”
“I can’t do that.” He pulled the covers down. “Get in bed, Wynn.”
“No.”
“Now, Wynn.” He clenched his jaw.
“Good night, Julian.” I spun and went to storm out of the room, but I didn’t make it very far. Julian was fucking fast and ran past me, blocking the door. “Move.”
“Get. In. Bed.”
“I. Will.” I pointed behind him. “In that bed across the hall.”
Later, if you asked me what the moment was that I’d pushed a psychopath too far, I’d answer, “This one right here.”
With Julian’s next breath, he had me over his shoulder. He slammed the door with his foot and carried me to the bed. I bounced and decided to use the momentum to get off, but he held me in place.
“I will tie you to the fucking bed, Wynn.”
“How is this behavior supposed to convince me to stay with you?”
He smirked…the motherfucker. “I’m not trying to convince you, Wynn. You have no choice anymore. I already told you that. When you choose to accept it is up to you.”
“Never. How about that, Julian?” He was sitting on my legs and had my wrists pinned above my head. “I will never accept this or you. You want to try and keep me here? I’ll never love you, never touch you!”
A flash of something too quick to place showed in his eyes right before his lips crashed against mine.
I arched up, trying to jostle him off, but he was too strong. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I bit down, tasting copper.
He lifted his head and smiled; his teeth were covered in blood. “You can hurt me all you want, Wynn. I’ll let you, but you’re not going anywhere.”
“Get off me.”
“Is that what you want?” He shimmied on my lap, rubbing his ass along my rapidly hardening dick.
“Yes.” But even I heard the insincerity in my tone. Jesus, what is wrong with me?
“Your cock says something different.”
“It’s biology, Julian.”
“Hmm.” He removed one of his hands, but he had a good grip on my wrists with his other. He slid his fingers over my cheek, across my torso, until he reached the waist of my pajama pants. “I can ease you of your problem.”
Blood stained his mouth from where I’d bitten him, and I hated how I wanted those lips back on me. My dick was a traitor, and I knew the moment Julian touched it, I’d be done for.
“I don’t want your help.” My skin was on fire; my pulse and breathing were totally giving me away.
He chuckled darkly, slipped his hand into my pajamas, and squeezed my cock in his fist.
“Oh, Wynn, you’re so fucking wet. I don’t even need lube to get you off—there’s enough precome here.”
Shit, dirty talk. This psycho motherfucker. A filthy moan fell from my lips as he started pumping my dick.
“Yeah, let me have your come, Wynn, fuck.” He jacked faster, and I could feel my orgasm so close.
I both wanted it and didn’t. “I need to taste you.” Suddenly, my wrists were free, he’d shucked my pants off, and my cock was buried in his throat.
I arched up, gripped his hair, and shot down his throat.
He lapped up every drop and lifted his head.
His grin was still somewhat bloodied and his pupils blown.
I glanced lower and watched as he unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out.
It was hard, the tip purple. His eyes never left mine as he pumped it slow, then fast. I couldn’t move, frozen in a haze of satiation and neediness.
I wanted him to come all over me, and yet I knew this was wrong.
The first splash of come on my stomach had me entranced. Julian’s head fell back, his neck exposed…fuck, he was radiant in his climax.
As soon as we locked eyes, I felt at war with my body, mind, and heart.
One part was screaming to punch him and run—probably my brain.
Another wanted to pull him close and lick the blood and come from his skin…
obviously my body. It was my heart that was the problem.
I could see the obsession in his eyes, the overwhelming need to possess me, and I liked it.
“Let’s get cleaned up and go to sleep.”
I didn’t fight him as he pulled me up, or guided me into the shower, or even while he washed me. Why wasn’t I fighting him? Was this some sort of Stockholm syndrome type of shit? I’d talk to Hannah about it, but I was sure what I learned tonight was never to be mentioned to her or Mark.
Once we were cleaned, he tenderly dried me, got me new pajama pants, and when we slipped into bed, I allowed him to spoon me. Why didn’t I feel afraid of him? As I stared straight ahead, the moon casting a dim light in the room, I questioned my sanity.
Everything about today and tonight was a red flag. I should be running to Hannah and Mark. I should be calling the authorities…why wasn’t I? Why, wrapped up in his arms, did I feel safer than I ever had in my whole life? I was well and truly fucked.