Page 42 of Vicious Sentiments

Julian’s stubble scratches my cheek as a surprising, wry smile appears.

“Did you take him up on that offer?”

Despite how nice his cheek feels on mine, I pull away, wrapping around him to face him. I understand where he’s coming from and I’m not mad at his insinuation, but I shake my head viciously, holding his eyes. I want him to know I didn’t succumb, that I didn’t let his brother take advantage of me.

Julian grabs my chin and quickly wraps an arm around my back. Before I can even gasp he’s got me on my back, his thigh between my legs, his body pressing down on me. I don’t even have time to worry because he’s smiling down at me, eyes fevered. Instead of apprehension for what he’s going to do, I’m thrilled.

Do it,I think, surprising myself with how little reservations I have. I’ve been used more times than I can count and never by someone I didn’t fear. Whatever Julian could do to me would be welcome.

“Did you want him to?” Julian’s eyes flash.

My breath is caught in my throat but I manage the truth, hoping he’ll feel the need to show me I’m his. “Yes.”

He growls but it’s a sensual sound that has me arching my body into his. He runs a hand down my waist, gripping and tugging at my dress. His hand finds the end and it expertly slips under the hem. He pushes his fingers under the seam on my underwear and I whimper. His touch is like a flame that ignites my skin. His face comes down, lips hovering over mine as he breathes into me. I suck as much of hisbreath as I can into my lungs, crazy with want.

His fingers still before touching me, and I jerk to get closer to them, but he pulls them away.

“Uh, Uh.” He touches his forehead to mine. “You’re still underage.”

“Please,” I beg.

He smiles wickedly, enjoying my desire, and it only makes me more feral. I clasp my hands around his neck, trying to pull him down to me, desperate to know what his tongue tastes like. But he easily resists me, stronger than me, and laughs.

“Soon, baby girl, soon.”

I give another tug but he doesn’t budge and it takes everything in me not to scream in frustration.

“Tell me again how you wanted my brother to lick you?” he teases and I grind against his thigh at his words.

“I should have let him,” I seethe, mad with arousal.

“Oh, no. I want you to save up all that juice formytongue.”

I let out a sound of frustration. If I thought I was strong enough, I would pin him down and straddle his face, show him just how wet I am and make his tongue lap up every drop.

He laughs again at something I’ve revealed on my face. “That’s it. Get angry, baby.” He licks his lip. “Do you want to know what my tongue feels like inside you? Or do you want Cape’s tongue?”

I grind harder. “Both,” I grit out, hoping to get a rise out of him.

“Turn eighteen, baby, and we’ll both take turns making you cum.”

That does it. My fingers scramble at the buttons of his shirt, beside myself with need, but he lifts himself up, suddenly untangling himself from me. Within a second, he leaves me panting on the bed with my dress around my waist, his eyes marveling over me.

“God,” he groans and runs a hand down the front of his pants, where I see he’s grown. “You’re making this hard.”

I glare at him, feeling how cold it is without his body against mine.

He chuckles and makes to leave, pulling open the door. “By the way, I meant what I said.” He turns, his face serious. “You were never in any danger with Cape. I trust my brother with my life, and yours.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

At breakfast the next morning it’s as if nothing happened. If you don’t count the bullet hole in the ceiling. Cape sits wolfing food down next to Marney and Margo is at her station by the sink drinking coffee. Dillon must be out running, I think, as I saddle up next to Julian. He slides a full plate to me as if he was waiting for me. It’s laden with hash-browns and eggs, and my mouth waters.

After spending the night in a dissatisfied state, tossing and turning and replaying what it felt like to have Cape’s arm around my neck… and what it would have felt like if Julian’s fingers stretched just a bit farther, I think I’ve worked up more of an appetite than I’ve ever had. Not being numb takes it out of me, apparently.

I take a tentative bite, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don’t know what happened after Julian put me to bed, but I’m curious as to what is going on with the situation in El Cuco. I don’t see how it could have just gone away. They need someone to, I guess, pay off the authorities? And what of the man, Denny, who had been shot? Did Julian give the order for the man they had hostage to be killed?

Somehow I’m not put off enough by the idea to refrain from eating, and after the first bite, I dig in.

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