Page 180 of Relentless

“Yeah, maybe,” he mutters skeptically.

“Julian—” His fingers press against my lips stopping my words.

“Not tonight. We’ve already got enough to worry about.”

My lips part, but he still doesn’t allow me to say anything, only this time he distracts me with something better. His tongue finds mine, twisting and stroking in the most dizzying way. I know I shouldn’t, but with his mouth on mine and his hands on my body, I forget about reality and drown in everything that is Julian Dempsey.

Eventually, making out isn’t enough and he reaches down to push the head of his dick against my entrance.

He pushes inside so slowly, it makes a sob rip up my throat. Thankfully, he swallows it down without mentioning it.

He fucks me so gently, so slowly that it makes my eyes burn with tears.

I’ve never experienced anything like it.

It’s almost like he’s making love to me. But that can’t be right. I’m just a broken girl everyone uses until they're bored and then discards. The only person who’s ever given me anymore is Mav, but I assumed he was an anomaly in the man department.

“Can’t get enough of you, little dove,” he whispers, his fingers digging into my ass to get us closer, to get deeper.

“Julian.” I moan as he grazes my G-spot.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” he says before claiming my lips, his tongue mimicking the action of his dick until he brings us both to the edge, sending us crashing over simultaneously.

Once we’re done, he doesn’t pull out of me. Instead, he holds me closer, tighter, and with our heaving breaths mingling, we come down from our highs and fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Thankfully, I drift off into a dreamless sleep. I don’t know if it’s JD’s presence that keeps the monsters at bay, or if my body refuses to lose the lingering effects of my recent high with the horrors of my past. Whatever it is, I’m grateful for the peaceful rest.

That is until a large hand lands on my shoulder sometime later.

At first, I think I’m dreaming. I’m so deep in sleep, it’s like swimming through mud to try to get back to reality to attempt to figure out what’s going on.

“Alana,” a deep, familiar voice whispers. “Doll, wake up. We need to go.”

Now that wakes me up.

“Go?” I whisper-hiss back. “Go where?”

“Shhh, don’t wake JD.”

“What? Why?”

“Doll, please,” he begs, letting me hear the desperation, the fear, in his voice. “I’ll explain everything, I promise. But not right now.”

Reluctantly, I release a sleeping JD, and as if I weigh nothing more than a feather, Mav lifts me from the bed, cradling me against his chest like a child.

With one last look at JD, blissfully unaware that I’ve just been ripped from his bed, Mav closes the door behind me and silently walks us down the stairs.

“Put this on,” he says once we’re in the hallway.

The house is completely dark, stopping me from seeing his features clearly, but the tone of his voice says everything.

Do not argue and do as you’re told.

I pull on the black leggings and long-sleeved shirt before turning to him.

“Are we going to rob a bank or something?”

Mav sighs, taking my face in his hands before leaning in close. Our noses brush before he rests his brow against mine.

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