Page 36 of Our Blood, Our Pain

Jules grabs the back of my hair to pull my head back up to face him.

“You stop that shit right now. We’ve all made mistakes when we were younger, and that includes your mom. Nobody is perfect, but you want to make life better for yourself, and you're doing that. Here with me. What happened with Aaron was bad, but it could’ve happened to any of us. I think you’re fucking perfect, and I’ll tell you that every day until you believe me.”

A tear escapes my eye, and I move in closer to Jules’s protective arms around me, allowing myself to let him overrule the self-loathing thoughts that fill me daily.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“Not a fucking chance. You’re my pretty little whore. All mine, and you better remember that.”

“Please don’t call me that in front of the guys.”

“I won’t. It's just for us. Now sleep.”

“Mm-kay,” I say on a tired sigh. The beat of Jules’s steady heart under my head lulls me to sleep, and for the first time, I start to feel like I belong somewhere.

It’s the following morning, and I’m awoken by small bites of pressure on my abdomen. It’s painful enough for me to wake from the deepest sleep to attack whatever is causing the discomfort. Just as I’m about to sit up, my heavy eyes open to find Jules is the assailant who is currently sucking and biting all over my chest and stomach, leaving behind a large pattern of hickeys. I swallow hard at the sight, noting the soreness on my neck and in my throat, transporting me back to last night when Jules choked me into the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

“Morning,” he says, voice all raspy from sleep. Fuck he’s so damn hot. He moves his head lower and continues to place bruises all over my inner thigh and around my tattoo.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m marking you. Staking my claim.”

“You’re insane.”

Jules pulls away and climbs up my body, resting his forearms on either side of my head. He then looks down into my eyes.

“You’re right. And you’re in trouble if you’ve only just worked that out.”

“I kinda like it. But how do I stake my claim on you?”

Jules tilts his head to the side, baring his neck to me, and I need no further instruction or invitation. I pull his neck down to my mouth and suck hard into his skin until purple and red blooms on his tanned, smooth skin.

“Hmm, that feels so fucking good,” he growls as I pull away, admiring my brand of ownership.

“Everyone will know what we’ve done. Do you think they’ll be okay with us?”

“Kai, I don't give a fuck who knows. And if they have a problem, that's their issue. I’ve already told you, you're mine, and I plan to keep it that way.”

“I love how possessive you get over me,” I say as I push my dick up into his. It turns me on so much to see him lose his shit over me. I still can’t believe he wants me. I’m still nervous. The back of my mind is constantly at war with the rational side of my brain, telling me he will leave me. Get sick of me. I always screw up, so is it inevitable that I screw this up? Would he fight for me?

Christ, I’m a needy fucker.

“Always. Now stop grinding against my dick. We don’t have time to fool around. Remember you’re with Simon today, to collect earnings from the crews.”

“Fine.”

I push him away in what can only be described as a tantrum. Jules just laughs at me as I jump to my feet to grab my clothes before heading back to my room. As I start to stand, a hard slap hits my ass cheek, and fuck does it burn.

“What the fuck was that for?” I snap, turning around to face Jules.

“Your attitude.”

“Fuck you.”

Jules stands and pulls me up against his hard, naked body. Both our dicks are dueling on their own, hard and ready for battle.

“I think I’ll stick to fucking you. Now go get ready.”

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