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He shakes his head. “Julia, I don’t know who you’ve been talking to, but I care about you for so much more than your money. I mean, Jules…This was a weak moment, but—”
Julia laughs out loud. “Are you serious? You’re so desperate that you’re still pretending to be in love with me?” She practically cackles. “Oh my god, Jay, that’s so cute. All those acting lessons you took in high school—remember when you wanted to be on a CW show? Those almost paid off.”
“I’m not—”
“Listen, babe, I would love to keep dismantling your spine one vertebra at a time, but Gus and I have plans tonight. Maybe we’ll fuck on a pile of money, or buy the entire hotel so we can christen every room. No idea. But whatever we do, you’re not invited. Go beg your father for money and kindly fuck right off. Don’t ever speak to me again.”
The panic on his face is unmistakable. “Julia, we’ve had thirteen years—”
“You lied to me. You’re a freeloader and I’m not surprised your father cut you off. I’m doing the same thing.”
The consequences finally click for him. Within a blink, Jay’s eyes narrow into slits, his demeanor suddenly shifting from contrite to hateful.
“Whatever. You and your creepy stalker can keep pretending you have anything in common. Have fun letting him defile you until he’s bored, you fucking whore,” he snaps.
Red. I see red. I bound forward, ready to rearrange his pathetic face when Julia grabs my arm and jerks me back.
“You know what?” She nods. “I am a whore. He does defile me. It’s fucking fantastic. I come so hard I cry, Jay—and you know I never cry.”
“Fuck you,” he spits.
“It’s why I had no patience for your pitiful, clumsy attempts. So, feel free to take notes,” Julia declares before she turns and kisses me.
At first, I’m so taken aback, I don’t even kiss her well. It doesn’t take long to fall in line though. Her arms weave around my neck and she presses her lush little body against me. Muscle memory takes over.
I work my tongue between her lips, taking her mouth fully like Jay isn’t watching us from a few feet away. His brow tightens while Julia gasps against my mouth and whispers, “Are you going to keep your promise to me, August?”
My promise…I’m confused at first until she shrugs off her robe, leaving herself completely naked.
What the fuck…
Then I remember what I told her before I left to retrieve her vibrator: I promise you, if someone sees you naked and needy, I’ll fuck you right in front of him. I’ll intimidate the shit out of him because no other man could fuck you like I do.
She’s a psychopath.
She’s a psychopath—and I am too—and I’m completely and undeniably obsessed with her.
More importantly, I keep my promises.
Growling, I hoist her into my arms, gripping her bare thighs like I own them. I position her legs around my waist. Behind her, Jay’s blonde is heading to the door with her dress askew and her high heels in hand, averting her eyes. Jay, however, doesn’t look away.
Watch. Watch how I make her lose her damn mind. Watch how she sobs and begs for it. Watch how she babbles and sweats. Watch how I make her come every single time, no exceptions.
Julia uses her arms for leverage. She takes up a grind against me, her hips rolling like they’re searching for my cock behind my pants. Her expression is needy but completely at ease—bright as she finds her pleasure against the hardness of my erection.
But before the night unraveled, she and I had a clear, well-communicated plan. Jay doesn’t get to ruin it. Fuck it. I’m getting into her ass tonight—whether he’s here or not.
My hand drifts down her smooth backside and I let my middle finger dance at her back entrance.
“Yes,” she hisses when she feels me nudging her. “Go in. Please, go in.”
That’s when Jay finally looks away with his cheeks red from anger, embarrassment, or shame. Those are all reasonable reactions to seeing his longtime best friend being finger fucked in the ass by a man he envies and hates.
The sound of the door opening and closing lets us know he’s finally gone—but Julia doesn’t stop.
Chapter 25: Julia
My lips stay locked on Gus’s while I wiggle against the pressure of his finger. My heart is pounding, racing—doing everything short of somersaulting out of my chest.
