So, there’s no point in apologizing. No point in trying to make it up to him. It won’t change the outcome of anything, and it’ll only make it harder when he leaves.
But clearly my lack of response infuriates him.
“You’re not going to say anything?” he barks, throwing his hands in the air.
“There’s nothing to say, Jules. Like I said through text, there is no point in talking about any of this.”
“And why not? Am I not enough to fight for?” His voice cracks on the last bit, the sound chipping away a piece of my already shattered heart.
Why can’t he open his eyes and see that he deserves more than me? He’s adamant to prove how special I am. Set on fixing me. He can’t fucking fix me, and I refuse to let him drown beside me. I am nothing but a disease that will eat away at him until he’s left just like me; pathetic and worthless. He is too good of a man for that.
Jules closes the distance between us, crowding my space. His proximity and the rich, spicy scent of him make me dizzy. I can’t think when he’s this close to me.
He smacks his fist to the wall beside me, shouting, “Say something!”
“There’s nothing to fight for, Jules,” I spit out. “You’re aclient. I don’t owe you an explanation of my body count or who I slept with. You aren’t privy to knowing who I lost my virginity to. I didn’t tell you your son fucked me because it was. None. Of. Your. Business.” I make sure to enunciate each word. I don’t want to hurt him, but it seems like it’s the only way to get him to understand.
But the hurt that flashes in his eyes is quickly replaced by renewed anger, his chocolate brown eyes dousing in a flame of fury.
“You’re such a fucking liar. You can try to pretend you don’t care about me. You can pretend I’m just a client, but we both fucking know that’s a lie.”
I shrug, trying my best to appear unaffected. “It’s not and you are.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because, Jules, you need to get this out of your head. Thisyou and meshit. It’s never going to work.”No matter how much I fucking wish it would.With a rough shove to his chest, I add, “Now get away from me and go back home. This is done.Weare done.”
With eyes narrowed into slits, he huffs out a low, “No.”
“No?” I repeat in disbelief. “You don’t get to decide this, Jules. It isn’t only your call.”
So quickly, I don’t even see it coming, he throws me back into the door with a hand around my throat, teeth bared, looking like a feral animal. “I told you once, you aremine. You don’t just get to throw me out when shit gets hard. You don’t get to do this ‘I’m no good for you’ bullshit.That’snot for you to decide.”
“Let. Me. Go.”
My hands claw at his wrists, hard enough to draw blood, trying to get him to let go, but his grip tightens—not enough to cut off my air supply completely, but enough to get my attention—and he brings his mouth to the shell of my ear. “I will never let you go, pretty boy.”
That nickname falling from his mouth makes my stomach flutter and my chest squeeze simultaneously. My eyes drift closed as his lips press down on the sensitive spot behind my ear. Licking a line up, he tugs my lobe between his teeth, nipping hard enough to pull a whimper from me and have my pathetic cock thickening behind my pants. With a hand still around my throat, he presses his hard body into mine, his erection making itself known.
“Jules, stop,” I breathe out with no real oomph behind the words. With each swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth, I feel my resolve crumbling.But I can’t do that.
He pulls back long enough to growl, “Stop talking,” before his lips crash down on mine in a fervent wave of teeth and tongues. His tongue brutally spears into my mouth, wrapping around my own, as if he’s trying to breathe life into me. Jules kisses me like he can change my mind and change our fate with this one simple act. He takes and gives in equal measures, leaving my lips swollen and my head light.
When he rips his mouth from mine, I suddenly have lost all reasoning why sleeping with him is a bad idea.
Maybe just one more time.
One more time before it’s over.
As if Jules can read my mind, he snarls, “Do you really think you can walk away from me?” He rips his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the ground, before his fingers grip the hem of my shirt, doing the same. “You really think you can be with someone else and not think of me and the way I make you feel?”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything. Not that he leaves me any time to respond, anyway.
The sweatpants slide down his muscular thighs, sans underwear, revealing his half-hard cock, and my mouth waters. Jules’s body is a work of fucking art. Once he rids himself of his own pants, he drops to his knees before me, dragging mine down until they pool at my feet. Pushing my black lace thong to the side, he takes my length in his palm, flicking his tongue over my swollen crown, lapping up the pre-cum pooling there because of him. He moans when my taste hits his tongue, eyes rolling back like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
Heated eyes burn into me as he twirls his tongue around the throbbing vein on the underside of my shaft. A moan claws its way up my throat before I even have a chance to mute it, the sensation feeling too good.
“I see right through you, Bodhi.” A hungry swipe of his tongue. “You need me as much as I need you.” Another swipe.
