Page 23 of Sinister Devotion

"Yes, fine, one more shot and that's it. Don't fuck up again," I warn him.

Devon offers me a smile with his palms pressing together as if he's praying, grateful to have another shot at pissing me off. He gets into his car and takes off. I look around, wondering how much of that Julian saw, but I'm certain he used one of the other doors to head inside.

After sending Bonnie home, I make my way upstairs. Julian stops me before I reach my bedroom.

"Come here, Claire." His voice is dark, glare menacing, and his dark, wavy, brown hair is unruly as it falls to just above his ears. He's already out of his suit and stands in front of his open bedroom door for me to come inside. The mood is somber. The black leather walls have a modern look that makes the entire space feel different from the rest of the manor.

There's an enormous cream-colored stone fireplace centered in front of his bed. The bed sits between four spindle iron posts. The fireplace is more like an eight-foot-wide column that blocks the view of large windows overlooking the back lawns of the property.

Nothing is behind the manor except a protected nature preserve or something like that. There's a guest house buried among the trees after the inch-high grass greets the woods behind us. The staff's quarters are out of sight, courtesy of Julian's mother and her strict policy from the days she used to live here. The help is never meant to be seen, and never meant to live in the home with the family.

I can't let the view or ideas of home economics distract me. Julian's presence is distracting enough.

"Is that what you like, Claire? Some kid's hands all over you?" he asks. His tone is subtle, but anger laces every word.

"He's not a kid and no. I didn't like it which is why I stopped him from going any further. You know whose hands I want all over me, Julian." I prod him, egging him on because my own frustration with Devon standing me up is Julian's fault. "This is all your fault. If you'd just?—"

Julian slams his door shut, taking a few large steps toward me and pulling me into his arms. His lips capture mine with fury, passion exploding between us as his tongue pushes inside of my mouth. He's possessive, urgent with need as he pushes the fingers of one hand through my hair while the other palms my backside to easily scoop my legs up to wrap around his waist.

Julian carries me over to his bed, where he lays me on my back for our passion to continue. He feverishly undoes my shorts and slips them off, never breaking our kiss. When our lips finally part, I can barely hear his words. They come out in a hushed but hurried tone.

"You're mine, Claire. You belong to me. This pussy belongs to me," he snarls before snatching my panties away. My heart races as he cups the apex between my thighs, our eyes meet, he stares at me for a moment, "This is what you wanted. Isn't it? This is what you've been asking for, right?"

I don't want him to stop. I don't want to speak. I just want to feel Julian inside of me. "Yes, this is what I want. Please just, just do it."

"Tell me, Claire. Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Julian. I'm yours."

Without another thought, our mouths crash together as Julian pulls his cock out, stroking himself while he slides his fingers between my folds. It doesn't take long before he's dipping them inside of me while his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. I can't stand the wait. The buildup to this moment. All I had to do was date someone else.

"Fuck, I need you so bad, I can't stand it," he mumbles as he pushes me further back onto the bed, prowling over me before nudging his thickness at my center.

The moment I feel him push inside of me, my eyes slam shut, mouth gaping open, gasping for the pain to ease. My thighs tense around him, locking him in place to stop from moving.

"Spread these legs for me, Claire. Let me inside of you."

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JULIAN

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is the last thing I wanted to do, but seeing Claire with that asshole sends me into a dark place where I have to stamp my mark on her. I have to make her mine. She has to know that no matter what she does, or who she dates, she'll always belong to me. I'm a selfish asshole who doesn't deserve her, but she wants me.

I'll give her this. I'll be her first so she knows everything, and knows no one else compares to me. I'll ruin her for any other man. They'll never measure up and when the optics don't look as bad, I'll make things right. For right now, however, she's going to be in a state of bliss only I can give her.

Claire relaxes as I coax my cock deeper inside of her until she stretches to fit around me. Every inch slowly pushing further and further and it feels like she's molding around me, meant for me. How dare she threaten to give this piece of herself away?

The first stroke pulling out of her makes her grab onto the back of my head, her nails scraping against my scalp and down the back of my neck.

"Don't leave?—"

"I'm not going anywhere, Claire. Relax and let me inside of you. Breathe," I tell her, helping her through the sensations of our bodies coming together for the first time. I drop my mouth to her neck, with a hand reaching up to palm her breast. The way her nipples perk makes me pinch them gently at first.

Claire moans before she hisses when I pinch them harder. The way her pussy clenches around me tells me she likes it. She's wetter and had no idea the line between pain and pleasure is barely a line at all when it comes to me. She will come for me.

"That's right, take it, baby," I kiss and whisper against her ear, dropping my mouth to her neck while my hands continue working her nipples until I feel her first climax around my cock. Fuck, she feels magnificent.

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