Chapter 114 The Claim
Julian：POV
The woman pressed against the wall beneath me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips swollen from my kiss.
"Tell them to leave," I said, my voice rough. "Tell them you're fine."
Elena's eyes were wild. Angry. But beneath the anger, I saw something else. Something that made my cock harden even more against her stomach.
Fear. Desire. Confusion.
"You're insane," she breathed.
"Tell them." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Or I'll make sure they hear exactly what I'm doing to you."
Her breath hitched. I felt it. The small tremor that ran through her body.
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"Elena!" Ethan's voice, frantic. "Are you okay? Answer me!"
I pulled back just enough to look at her face. "Your choice, baby. Either they leave, or they get a front-row seat to me fucking you against this wall."
"You wouldn't—"
I grabbed her wrist and placed her hand on my cock, hard and straining against my pants. "Try me."
Her fingers twitched. For a second, I thought she might squeeze. Might give in to what her body clearly wanted.
Instead, she jerked her hand away and called out: "I'm fine! Just... just give us minutes!"
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"I'm not leaving without seeing you!"
"Ethan, please!" Her voice cracked. "Leave! I can handle this!"
There was a long pause. Then more pounding, followed by the sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway.
Silence.
We stared at each other. The air between us was electric, crackling with three years of rage and pain and unfinished fucking business.
"Now," I said quietly, "we're going to finish what we started."
"There's nothing to finish." But her voice was weak. Breathless.
I reached down and cupped her through her jeans. She gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Before she could protest, I hooked my fingers into her waistband and yanked. The button popped. The zipper came down. In seconds, her jeans were pooled around her ankles.
"Julian—"
I dropped to my knees.
Her panties were simple. Black cotton. Nothing like the lace shit Victoria always wore. But fuck, they were soaked.
"You're dripping," I said, looking up at her. "All this protesting, but your pussy's begging for me."
"Fuck you."
"Soon, baby." I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down. "But first, I'm going to make you scream my name."
I spread her legs wider and leaned in, pressing my tongue flat against her clit.
She moaned. Loud. Her hands flew to my hair, and I didn't know if she was trying to push me away or pull me closer.
I didn't care.
I worked her with my tongue, circling her clit, teasing it, then sucking hard. Her thighs started to tremble. Her breathing came in short, desperate gasps.
"That's it," I murmured against her. "Let them hear you. Let Ethan know who you really belong to."
"You're... such an... asshole..."
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot I knew drove her insane. Her knees buckled. If I hadn't been holding her hips, she would have collapsed.
"You really want them to come in here?" I said, pumping my fingers faster. "You want Ethan to see you like this? Legs spread, pussy dripping, begging for my cock?"
"You're shameless," she choked out, but her hips were moving now, grinding against my hand.
I pulled my fingers out and stood up, grabbing her chin. "You going to let them in?"
She bit her lip, trying so hard not to moan. Her eyes were glassy. Desperate.
"Answer me."
"No," she whispered. "Just... make them go away."
"Good girl." I kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "Your body still remembers me, doesn't it?"
Before she could answer, I spun her around and bent her over the small desk by the wall. She braced herself, her palms flat against the wood.
I unzipped my pants and freed my cock. It was so hard it hurt. I'd been hard since I saw her in that fucking parking lot.
Since I saw her with him.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her entrance. She was so wet, so ready, and fuck—
"Did you fuck him?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Did you let Ethan inside you?"
She turned her head, and I saw tears in her eyes. But she was also smiling. Bitterly.
"Would it matter?"
"Answer the question."
"Why?" She laughed, but it sounded broken. "You didn't believe me about anything else. Why would you believe me now?"
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. "Elena—"
"You want to know if another man fucked me?" Her voice cracked. "If someone else touched me the way you used to? Fine. Assume whatever makes you feel better."
Liar.
I didn't believe her. I couldn't. Because if she had, if Ethan had touched her—
I shoved inside her. Hard.
She cried out, her back arching, her fingers clawing at the desk.
"Fuck," I groaned. She was tight. So fucking tight. "You haven't been with anyone."
"How... would you... know..."
"Because I know you." I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. "Because I know this pussy. And it's mine."
I fucked her hard against that desk, each thrust punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her moans got louder. More desperate.
"That's it," I growled. "Let them hear you. Let everyone in this fucking hotel know who you belong to."
"I don't... belong... to you..."
But her body told a different story. She was pushing back against me, meeting every thrust, her inner walls clenching around my cock like she never wanted to let go.
I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She screamed.
"Julian—"
"Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine."
"No—"
I pulled out suddenly. She whimpered at the loss.
"Say it, or I stop."
"Fuck you!"
I grabbed her and flipped her onto the bed. She landed on her back, and I was on her in seconds, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while I lined myself up again.
"Look at me," I ordered.
She did. Her eyes were wet. Furious. Beautiful.
I pushed inside her again, slower this time. Deeper. I wanted her to feel every inch.
Her breath caught. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"Eyes on me."
She opened them. And for a moment, I saw everything. The love. The hate. The pain I'd caused. The desire she couldn't control.
I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I fucked her. She arched beneath me, her moans turning into sobs.
"You feel that?" I said against her skin. "You feel how perfectly you fit around me? Like you were made for this. Made for me."
"Julian, please—"
"Please what? Please stop? Please fuck you harder?" I released her wrists and grabbed her thighs, pushing them back toward her chest. The new angle made her scream. "Which one, baby?"
"Please... just... let me go..."
But even as she said it, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her nails dug into my back. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice.
"Your body doesn't want me to let go," I growled. "Your body wants me to fill you up. To fuck you until you can't walk. Until you forget his name and remember mine."
I felt her getting close. Her breathing changed. Her walls started fluttering around my cock.
"Come for me," I commanded. "Come on my cock and show me who you really belong to."
"Julian—" Her voice broke. "Please, just... let me go..."
But her body betrayed her. She came hard, her back arching off the bed, her inner walls clamping down on me so tight I saw stars.
"Fuck," I groaned, feeling my own orgasm building. "That's it. That's my good girl."
"Let me go," she sobbed even as her body continued to pulse around me. "Please, Julian. Just let me go."
I looked down at her—tears streaming down her face, lips swollen, body still shaking from her orgasm—and I should have felt guilty.
I should have pulled out. Walked away. Given her what she asked for.
But I couldn't.
"Your body doesn't want me to let go," I said, thrusting deeper. "Feel that? Feel how tight you're holding me? Like you never want me to leave."
I came inside her with a groan, my hips jerking as I emptied myself. And even then, even after everything, her body kept milking me. Kept holding on.
Mine, I thought fiercely. No matter what you say. No matter who you pretend to be with. You're fucking mine.