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I homed in on him kissing and sucking on her neck, his mouth making its way to her fake tits. I was mad as hell. The thing was that she never had a reaction to sexual stimulation, not even while I was doing it. Her body was an object, a means to an end. And even though I knew that, it didn’t stop me from wanting to rip Rudy’s head off.
Suddenly, I recalled a woman approaching me while I remained zeroed in on Julia. When I looked at her, it was as if she wasn’t there. I imagined she introduced herself and said something about knowing who I was and being glad to finally meet me. My heart would’ve been racing like a gazelle narrowly escaping the jaws of a predator. I would’ve been driven mad by the blatant disrespect.
My memory of that night on the private island was interrupted by one of Penina sitting next to Greg Carroll at Nurse Peters’s party. He’d felt the good vibes that being next to her aroused and was drunk on them, wanting them all for himself. When she saw me, she smiled, though, warm and reassuring. Even though I hated that he was drinking up the attention that should’ve been mine, in the end, she was mine, and Penina would do nothing to jeopardize what was happening between us.
Julia, though—she didn’t do that. She guided her hips more toward Rudy’s finger-fucking and tongued the guy harder and deeper while eyeing me the whole time.
“Why the fuck didn’t you leave?” I whispered to the dark room.
Why the fuck did I storm in her direction, jerk her off Lawson’s lap, and drag her away, searching from room to room until I found one that had a leather couch?The piece of furniture I shoved her down on was brown, shiny, and hard, and when she hit the cushion, she slammed against it. I knew it hurt her, and that got me hard. I hated hurting women but not Julia. I took a condom out of my pocket—I knew to never fuck her without one—and put the rubber on, grabbed Julia by her hips, and fucked her like an animal, growling and snarling, focusing on stabbing her deep with my dick. I wanted it to hurt.
Julia laughed as I banged her. “Harder, you loser. Fuck harder!” she kept shouting.
That fucking memory…
Rubbing my eyes, I remembered the next part. Ihadfucked her harder. I wanted to burst through her and destroy her pussy. But the next move in our charade belonged to me. One hard thrust, then I pulled out of her, stuffed my hard dick back into my pants, and zipped and buttoned them. I glared at her. She breathed heavily. Then she licked a finger, soaking it with saliva, and then slid it in and out of her pussy, trying to tempt me into finishing inside her. Julia needed that. It was her power. She knew how difficult it was to get me to come with her. It was all about control. I wanted to blow my load in her pussy, but then I would’ve lost. And to ensure my victory, I turned away from her and calmly walked out of the room.
I ended up fucking someone else that night, though I didn’t know who she was. I had to finish what Julia started, and any pussy would do. I was a fucking animal, a moron. But not anymore.
That was customary in my relationship with Julia. She disrespected me, and I did the same by withholding sex, refusing to ejaculate, or stopping before she came. And that meant that Bryn’s advice was spot-on. I had treated Julia like dirt.
“Holy shit.” I rubbed my eyes harder. I’d never been so fucking tired as I turned on my side.
I took solace in the fact that I wasn’t that guy anymore.But could Julia bring him back to the surface? Could she make me hurt Penina so severely that I lost the only woman I’d ever truly fallen in love with?I feared that she could, and that was why I tried to make myself comfortable in that kid’s bed and not between Penina’s thighs.
Chapter Eleven
Penina Ross
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted at Greg.
His finger flew to his lips as he said, “Shush. If the team gets wind that I’m here, they’ll put a stop to what I’m trying do.”
I breathed heavily, like a mad bull staring down a red cape, as I observed him. His skin was blotchy and pale.
“Just, uh…” Greg searched around him, turning in circles, until he moved to a chair and plopped down in it.
My anger transformed into concern. “Are you okay?” I asked, approaching him. I pressed the back of my hand against his forehead.
“You smell good,” he whispered, eyes closed.
I narrowed my eyes at his euphoric expression, reminding myself that he probably wasn’t in his right mind. Usually, patients made unintended statements when their brains were out of sorts.
“You’re burning up,” I said.
“This morning, I shitted, shaved, and showered. I can’t remember the order, but before I could grab something to eat, I’d forgotten how I got home last night. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t remember who the fuck I was. I just sat down, waiting for it to pass, and it did. After that, I came straight here. I need you to find out what’s wrong with me. I’m at the end of my rope.” He said all of that in a rush. The good news was that I was able to keep up.
“Well, let’s get you down to imaging—”
His hand flew up to cradle my waist. “No. No imaging. No one can see me.”
“Well, someone has to do it, and it can’t be me because I don’t know how to work the equipment.”
“Don’t you have someone who’s loyal to you? What about Sparrow?”
I gazed off.What about Sparrow?That was a good question. “He’s not in today.”
“Is there someone else?”
