Bound by Rapture (12 page)

He slipped his hands down my sides along my wet skin. 

“Did you like it when he touched you, Julia?”

“I’m done with these dumbass questions,” I hissed.

He pressed me harder against the wall. “Did you like it when he touched you here.” He slid his hand between our bodies and circled his finger around the tight hole of my ass. “Did you?”

I considered telling him I didn’t. Telling him the truth like I had been doing since he yanked me into this room. That I didn’t want Vic to do those things to me, that I had been on that fucking stage to save him. It sounded stupid now, especially since nothing had happened, but it was the truth. I didn’t bother trying to tell him that; I knew he wouldn’t believe me. 

“Sure,” I muttered. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me,” I spat.

“Say it out loud. Say the words, Julia. I want to hear you say them.”

“Say what?” He continued to circle his finger gently, the movement a stark contrast to his demanding words. 

“That you wanted it.” He teased the opening. “That you want
him
.”

I tilted my hips and rubbed against him. I didn’t want Vic. Even in this moment, in this fucked-up second, I wanted Cole. And only Cole. 

“I want
you
.” I moaned.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not fucking lying!” I let anger cloud everything else. “You don’t want to believe me, then fine, I fucking liked it. I wanted all of it. Him. Ever single caress. Every touch. Is that what you want hear? Huh? Is that what you want?” I pressed my ass back against him.

“Just shut the fuck up!” His voice echoed in the room around us, filling up the space and covering us both in something dark, something deceptive. But then I heard his zipper, felt his fumbling hands. I heard him spit into his palm and stroke his cock. And then he was pressing it against me, against the tight hole Vic had pressed his finger into less than ten minutes ago. 

I gasped at the pain as he stretched me, filled me up. I tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go, no place to run. I was pinned to the wall by Cole’s big, thrumming body. 

 A strangled cry left my lips. It was somewhere between a moan and scream. All the anger, all the stress inside me seemed to bubble up and overflow all at once. He moved his dick slowly in and out of me. “Is that all you’ve got?” I demanded. “Is this what you brought me in here to show me? How easy of a lover you can be?”

A strangled groan tore from his chest as he slammed his dick into me, pinning me hard against the wall. An involuntary noise left my lips that sounded like something pitiful, something broken. But I didn’t care. I soaked in the pain, channeling it into something bright, something that made my cunt drip while he pounded into me. 

The tingling started in the middle of my back and in my toes. I was close to coming. Fucking on the edge of exploding, erupting, boiling over into a pit of nothing. 

“Fuck, Cole.” My oily hands slipped along the wall as I tried to find my balance.

“No.” His hand sank into my hair. “You’re not cumming. Not until I say so.”

“Fuck you.” I snaked a hand in between my body and the wall to rub my clit.

“No!” He grabbed my arm and pinned it above my head, still pistoning his hips roughly. “You. Don’t. Get. To. Cum. Until. I. Say.” He punctuated his words with thrusts. And I was close, so
fucking
close. The pleasure and the pain mingled together, seeping into my bones. 

But before I could reach that peak and tumble into bliss, he jerked out of me. Palming my ass, he spread my cheeks wider and groaned. The sound was deep and guttural as if it was pulled from his very soul. That’s when I felt it. The hot lash of his cum against my quivering hole. He seemed to cum forever, bathing me in him. Covering me in his seed. 

I wanted to hate it. To hate him for what he just did. For the fact that I didn’t get to cum. But I couldn’t. There wasn’t a single part of me that hated him. 

I fucking loved him. 

I wanted his dick back in me. I wanted it in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass again. Everywhere. 

I wanted him over and over again. Forever.

TEN

Cole.

“Where are we going, Cole?”

I didn’t look at her. I
couldn’t
look at her. I didn’t know what I would do if I did. I couldn’t be certain of myself. Not with her. 

It was wrong. I knew it was. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. And I didn’t like it. I didn’t like comparing these moments to the ones where blood coated my hands. 

I went to jail yesterday knowing that it had finally come to pass. Julia would know the truth about what I’d done, about what happened to my sister. It was a miracle she hadn’t figured it out so far. I didn’t know what she would think of me. I spent the night on a cold cot waiting for my arraignment, anger and dread overwhelming me. My mother had done this. I hadn’t figured it out until I finally got the judge to respond to me earlier tonight. My mother had paid him a heavy chunk of change. But I paid him more. 

It was why I was out right now, sitting in my private jet across from Julia. I’d decided on this trip before I went to Rapture. Before I saw her on stage, her body grinding against Victor Marlin’s. His lips, his hands all over her. I chewed the inside of my cheek before gulping down the rest of the whiskey in my glass. It burned on the way down and I reveled in the feeling. 

I’d decided to take her away from all the shit. I had some work that needed to be done in New York anyway. I wanted to have her to myself so I could talk to her about the things I had done. The blood that stained my past. But I was too late. And there she was, all over him.

The image flashed in my head of her slippery flesh gliding against his. I slammed my glass down just as the plane started to move along the runway.

“Cole…”

Her seductive voice always made my cock hard. I looked at her, even though I knew I shouldn’t. The effect she had on me was instantaneous. My dick throbbed hard inside my pants. It pressed at the zipper like it wanted to rip through it, as if I hadn’t just fucked her tight little ass up against a wall less than an hour ago.

She was so fucking sexy. Her aqua hair was tied in a knot at the nape of the right side of her neck. Messy tendrils framed her face. Her make-up was a little smeared. The tiny pink shorts barely covered her ass and the white muscle shirt she wore was practically see-through it was so tight. I could see her tight pink nipples, her tanned skin. 

I hadn’t given her the chance to put on a bra. Just shoved the closest set of clothes I could find in the dressing room at her. Clothes that were clearly made to fit an extremely petite woman. 

“Where are we going?” She clutched either side of her seat for dear life and I remembered that flying terrified her. I wanted to feel bad for her. This huge disgusting part of me wanted to pull her into my lap and hold her. Tell her it was okay, that nothing would happen to her. I wouldn’t let it.

But then I was reminded that this beautiful creature hadn’t even waited twenty-four hours before she let another man kiss her. Before she was wrapped in someone else’s arms. His hands on her body.

I had watched her for over two years. I had pined for her. Since the moment I saw her I hadn’t been inside another woman, no matter how much I tried. She had been it for me. It was that simple. If the world knew, they would probably call me stupid, crazy, a number of names. But it didn’t matter because I wanted her. Julia. She was the only woman I craved. And yet I didn’t seem to make an impact on her at all. She was back in Vic’s arms as if he had never fucking left. 

She woke up for him. 

And I’d thought that was bad. But it was only the beginning. 

“Get over here.”

She frowned. “W-what? Why?”

“You don’t get to ask questions.”

“B-but the plane.”

“Did I stutter, Jewel of the Sea?”

“Quit calling me that.”

I smiled and I knew it looked hateful. “It’s who you are.” I rubbed the bottom of my chin. “It’s what drew me to you. Nights like tonight, where you played a role and fucked another man.”

“I didn’t fuck him,” she hissed.

“Might as well have. Now come here.”

“But the plane is about to take off.”

“And I don’t give a fuck, Julia.” 

She shifted in her seat and I saw one of the plump lips of her pussy. 

“Now,” I growled. “And take off your clothes.”

“Oh, so that’s what you want?” The fire was back in her eyes, in her voice. It made my cock twitch. She unhooked the buckle at her waist and jumped out of the seat. “You want to fuck me again? Huh? Put it in my ass and act like you own me?”

“I do
own
you.”

She narrowed her gaze.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Hate me for it. It’s too late to change your mind.”

She shook her head. “You are something else. If you would just listen to me you would know that I don’t want—”

“You think I care? You think I give a shit about what you want?”

She put her hands on her hips, fighting the urge to stumble toward me as the plane picked up speed. “You do care, Cole. I don’t know what’s got you so fucked up right now. But you do care.”

I cleared my throat and leaned forward. “I did care. Until I saw what was mine in the arms of another man. A man she fucked.” I undid my seatbelt. “A man she demanded live in her apartment just a few days ago.” I didn’t get up. I sat there. My hands in fists. “Now take off your
fucking
clothes.”

I expected her to fight me. To tell me no. But she didn’t. She surprised me by jerking the tight shirt over her head. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to keep her balance. The plane geared up, racing down the runway. She jerked her shorts off, letting them fall to her ankles. 

“You want to act like a hard-ass?” She rubbed her hands over her tits. They were still shiny from the oil. “You think pushing me around is going to make you feel better?”

“I don’t need your commentary. Your body will do.” I pulled at the zipper on my pants, moving around until my cock was out. Her gaze latched onto it, like she was hungry for it. It pulsed in response.

“Well, too bad. You’re going to get my commentary, not my body.” She smirked at me, but I didn’t miss the falter in her confidence as the plane left the ground. She was forced to take another step toward me. 

“You don’t think so?” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my lap. 

A whoosh of air left her lips. “I know so,” she said breathlessly.

“So if I touched your pussy right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

“If I am, it’s only because you didn’t let me cum earlier.” She adjusted herself on my lap until she was straddling me, her breasts in my face, her cunt hovering over my erect cock. “Because you took what you wanted and didn’t let me have any fun.”

I looked up at her face. She was teasing me, but she was aroused, ready. I knew if I touched her she would be dripping for me. 

“You already had your fun on stage, remember?” Coldness seeped into my voice as it flashed into my head again. Vic’s arms around her, his hand slipping between her legs.

“You’re a stupid man,” she hissed, but she didn’t move.

I smirked and ran my hands up her hips. “I am stupid. For loving
you
.” 

She recoiled as if I had slapped her. I ignored the way it made my chest ache.

“Now fuck me.”

“I don’t have to—”

“You’re going to.” I let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh where some of her arousal had dripped. I strummed my fingers along the fat, bare lips of her pussy, before brushing them against her wet clit. She trembled and bit her lip. “And we both know it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I wish I didn’t love you.”

I gave her a bitter smile and tugged her hips forward until she was hovering just over my pulsing dick. “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”

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