Bound by Rapture (13 page)

Julia.

My body hovered over Cole’s, my cunt only inches away from his dick. Even now, when he was being a pain in the ass and not listening to me, I wanted to fuck him. I meant it when I said I wished I didn’t love him. He was the most frustrating man I’d ever met in my life. 

“So, you do still love me.” I don’t know why I felt the need to taunt, but I was certain he deserved it. 

“Just fuck me.” He tugged on my hips. 

“I want to hear you say that you love me. You didn’t mind telling me before.” I thought of the times when he had opened up to me, bared his heart. My heart swelled just thinking about it. 

“That was before tonight.”

“So just because I danced with Vic to try to save your ass, you don’t want to love me anymore?”

His dark eyes narrowed. “You said it first. Though I don’t really believe you ever loved me.” 

The words were bland, emotionless, but they hurt me, cut me to the bone. 

He was the one who’d been engaged to another woman. He was the one who had fucked up in all of this, yet I was the one whose loyalty and love were questioned. 

What a bunch of bullshit.

An idea popped into my head and I smiled before slowly sliding down on his cock, my pussy stretching to fit his big length. He groaned beneath me, gripping my hips. I slid down slowly, fitting his head in the valley between my tits. 

I fisted my hands in his hair as I started to move. I wasn’t gentle and slow, but moved quickly, thrusting my hips. I wanted to fucking cum. I needed to cum after earlier. I’d been just on the cusp, almost there. 

My breasts bounced. 

“Fuck yeah,” Cole groaned into my chest. 

“Yeah, you like that pussy?” I fucked him faster, thrusting my hips, our skin slapping together. 

He only groaned in response, lapping at my cleavage with his tongue. 

He thinks he can punish me?
The question buzzed in my head.
He thinks he can act like I’m the one who complicates this shit?

The orgasm snuck up on me and I had to twist out of his grip before it happened on his cock. I knew if it did, he would cum and that would fuck up my plan. I stumbled back and landed on the floor a few feet in front of him. I didn’t hesitate for a second, snaking my hand down to my dripping cunt and fingering my swollen clit. Ecstasy ripped through me almost immediately and I threw my head back, moaning and convulsing in pleasure. 

A loud growl echoed over me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was getting what I wanted. If Cole wasn’t going to be considerate of my orgasm when he fucked me in that dressing room, then I wasn’t about to be considerate of his. 

His big body was suddenly caging me against the floor. “So, that’s how you wanna play it, huh?” He pressed my legs open wider and shoved into me. 

“I’m just playing by your rules.” I moaned as he pounded into me.

He didn’t say anything else, just fucked me ruthlessly. His hips pumping fast, his dick spearing my cunt over and over again. 

Sweat beaded on his face, dripping down onto mine. His arms pulsed with power on either side of my head. I stared up into his eyes so full of lust and anger and let myself get carried away in the pleasure, in the brutal sex my body craved until another orgasm ripped through me, more powerful than the last. 

Cole jerked out of me and climbed up my body, fisting his slippery cock just inches from my lips. “Open your mouth,” he grunted. 

I complied, opening, ready to taste his velvety cum. 

Two more strokes and his cock kicked, hot ropes of cum squirting from the tip and into my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on his, his long hair loose around his face. His stare lost in passion. I licked along the tip after I swallowed, collecting the last few drops. 

He pressed his hand against my cheek, flattening me to the floor. He hovered over me and brushed a thumb along my bottom lip. “This mouth is mine.
Mine.
” He spoke quietly, but the words seemed to echo around us. “And I will cum in it as many times as I need to, to help you remember that.”

TWELVE

Julia.

I woke up to bright sunlight filtering in through a penthouse window in New York City. I was alone in bed. 

Cole’s bed. 

After the plane landed the night before a limo had picked us up and driven us into the city. I was emotionally overwhelmed and drained from everything with Cole and the fear of a killer lurking around, but I still stared out the window in total and complete awe, taking in the city. The streets had been incredibly active at four in the morning. Big buildings loomed over us. Bigger, more imposing than anything in Dallas. The city seemed to go on forever, never-ending flashing lights and yellow cabs. 

For a few moments, I had let myself forget about the mess I was in. I just let it all go and took everything in. I’d never travelled, not much at least, especially not to New York City. I’d grown up in a small town, so seeing this place was something I had only ever dreamed about.  

And then we had arrived at this massive skyscraper building where Cole owned a penthouse on the fifty-seventh floor. He didn’t talk to me the entire time. Didn’t tell me about his life or why we were there. He was back to his secrets, his silence. His brooding side. And I let him brood. It was his own fault for not listening to me. 

After we got into the penthouse, he hadn’t wasted time on showing me around, but instead had my back pressed against the closest wall with his dick inside me. I guess I did get a tour because he’d fucked me there against the wall, then in the shower, then in the big bed in his room. 

We didn’t talk. I didn’t goad and neither did he. We were just two animals, two beasts ravaging each other. It wasn’t sweet or romantic. It was rough, angry fucking where we both came hard over and over but it never seemed to be enough. 

Light was peeking through the window by the time we finally laid down for sleep and now I was awake. The white digital clock on the nightstand said it was a little after noon. 

I glanced around the room, really looking at it for the first time. Everything was plain in shades of gray or white. The sheets were white as well, smooth against my naked body. I chewed my lip and sat up, suppressing a moan at how sore my body was.

I climbed out of bed and went to grab my cell phone before remembering I didn’t have it. It was tucked in a bag of clothes at a dressing room in Rapture. My thoughts immediately jumped to Gran. I didn’t like not having my phone, especially with everything that had been going on. I’d still been talking to her regularly, had called her just before Vic and I went on stage at Rapture. She was fine. Her nurse was there taking care of her, and several of Cole’s men were posted around the house for protection, but that didn’t completely ease my worry. And not having my phone quadrupled that. Same for my dad. Things with him weren’t one hundred percent, and I supposed they never would be. But he talked to me more now than he had in the past. Just through texts mostly, asking how I was doing, what I was up to.

He wouldn’t allow Cole to place men at his house, which was just as well. I knew my dad would blow anyone’s head off before they could even consider trying to hurt him. 

Ugh. I really need my phone so I can make sure they’re okay.

Vic and Chris popped into my head next. I knew they would be worried about me.
At least they’re at the loft and can take care of Weasley. 

I had seen both of them when Cole and I left Rapture. Cole had dragged me out of the dressing room, passing by some of his men along with Vic, Chris, his mother, and even Elaine. Randy had looked relieved to see me, as if he had truly feared for my life. 

Vic had tried to get in Cole’s face, while Chris tried desperately to hold him back, but to my surprise Cole hadn’t taken the bait. He’d pushed past all of them as if they didn’t exist. Randy and Leon had followed us out along with other men who escorted us to Cole’s private airstrip. I wished I could text Vic. I needed to talk to him. I needed to figure out what that was last night on stage. Why he’d done that after all this time. 

I rubbed my hand against my lips. He had never tried to kiss me before. We were friends. There were boundaries. But last night he had. I didn’t get it.

I slipped out of bed to find a pink summer dress in plastic hanging on the door knob, which I assumed led to a closet. A pair of underwear and a bra were clasped under it. I got dressed quickly and used the bathroom before venturing out of the room. 

The living area was huge, bigger than I remembered from the night before, though that wasn’t saying much since I hadn’t really looked at it. There were floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. The view was breath-taking. It was the view one expected to see in movies, never in real life. But this was real life. The city was bustling while I stood there looking down on it in a new pastel pink dress.

“You’re awake.”

Cole’s voice startled me and I turned to see him leaning against a wall. He had showered at some point, as his hair was wet, and he wore a suit that was wrinkle free. A coffee cup was poised in one hand. My gaze lingered on him for a moment before I was drawn to something else. A huge fish tank ran the length of the half wall he leaned against. 

“Oh my goodness.” I wasn’t one for fish tanks. I just couldn’t see the point in them, but there was no denying the beauty of this one. I was riveted to it as I moved closer, taking in all the brightly colored fish against a black background. A mountain of rocks were piled in the middle of the tank and the fish swam in and out of them. I looked closer to the bottom and noticed there were a lot of smaller fish darting in and out. “You have little fish.” 

He chuckled. “I do. They were born in the tank.”

I kept my eyes on them and frowned. There had to be thirty or more of them. They were all different colors, some bright blue, others yellow, some striped. 

“African Cichlids breed like crazy, so the babies that survive, I keep.”

“What do you mean,
the babies that survive?
”

I kept my eyes on them, watching them dart in and out.

“The big fish eat them, of course.”

“Oh.” It was silly of me to ask; of course that was the reason. And then something else popped into my head. “This is the fish tank you said you had.” I glanced up at him. “That day in the diner.”

“So it is.” His voice was flat.

“That was also the day you told me you wanted to be an animal trainer.” I glanced back at the fish tank.

“It was also the day I fucked you against a moldy wall next to a dumpster.” A cold smile spread across his lips.

I shook my head. “Really, Cole? That’s all you have to say? I thought you’d fucked your anger away last night.” 

He took a sip of his coffee. “Not yet.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me? I try to help
you
and then you treat me like I’m some sort of monster. Tell me how that makes sense.”

He pushed off the wall and took a step toward me.

“I’m not discussing this, Julia.”

“What the hell? Why not? We need to talk about it.” I put my hands on my hips.

“Because I don’t want to.” He set his coffee cup on top of the fish tank and took a step toward me. “Because the more you talk the more I want to shut you up by shoving my dick down your throat.” He reached out and caressed my scarred flesh. 

I slapped him, my hand stinging. “You’re an asshole.”

He didn’t bat an eye. “I know. And you’re a whore.”

I balked at the word as I stepped back, hating the way it made me feel, like he had slapped me, when it was indeed the other way around.

 “Do you remember that day in the truck after I took you to see your Gran?” He paused. “Before I fucked you at the diner.”

I bit down on my lips, but didn’t say anything.

“You told me you were only good at two things. Stripping and fucking.”

I gave a slight nod, remembering. How could I forget it? Cole had looked at me with sad eyes filled with disbelief at my revelation.

“Well, you were right. That
is
all you’re good for.”

I flinched, unable to hold my composure. Something inside me cracked and I was certain it was my heart. “You don’t mean that.”

He leaned in closer. “I do.”

I snorted, hoping it covered up the hurt. “You didn’t believe it back when I first said it, and you don’t believe it now.”

He shrugged. “Believe what you want. Now put your shoes on. We have somewhere to be.” He turned away.

I gave a hard laugh and pressed the back of my hand to my face, trying to prevent the tears from spilling over onto my cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He paused in mid-stride. “Yes. You are.”

I shook my head, suddenly unfamiliar with the person before me. It had only been a few days ago that he’d professed his love to me in New Orleans. “Why would you even want me to go anywhere with you, if that’s what you really think about me?”

“Because you’re
mine
.” His words were a forceful whisper that lingered in the air between us, spinning, twirling in the few feet that separated our bodies.