Captivated By You (Twisted Love #1) (7 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

In the meeting, I sat next to Julian, holding his hand under the table while the presentation took place. Josh, who came in late, was so surprised to see me that throughout the meeting, he couldn’t stop giving his brother death glares. When he caught my eyes, he sent me a jealous look. I didn’t care and only smirked at him in return. I held on to Julian’s hand tighter. He squeezed back as reassurance.

“Now regarding the building consent on our planned site in Surfers Paradise, have you got the documents, Josh?”

Huh? I turned to Julian. He didn’t say anything.

“Yes. I’ve also spoken to Mr. Phillip from Mannings Construction.”

What? But… but… Wasn’t it Julian who just got off the phone with a Mr. Phillip from Mannings Construction? I was the one who put that call through. What was going on here?

Josh’s voice drifted off. I didn’t listen to him. My mind was in turmoil.

What was up with these brothers? Firstly, all the research was done by Julian, but Josh ended up doing the presentation.

And now this.

Josh outlined all the plans that were in the document I had passed on to Julian. Every single word. Every single design. He repeated them all.

After Josh finished Julian’s report, all the board members congratulated him. Not Julian, but Josh.

“That’s why you’re the Managing Director,” they all chorused. They gave Julian a pitied look.

I didn’t understand what was going on, but from what I could conclude, Josh stole Julian’s work and was claiming it as his own.

I needed to talk to Julian about this. Pronto!

***

“What is the meaning of this?” I jabbed Julian in the chest, pushing him into a corner when we were both back in his office.

“What are you referring to?” Confusion clouded his eyes.

Why is he acting innocent right now?

“You know what I mean, Julian. The data. The research. They were all done by you. Don’t think I didn’t know. I crashed into Melissa and those documents flew out of her hands. I saw them.”

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, gently feeling for any damage.

I dashed his hands off. “Don’t change the subject. It was only a small collision. And stop touching me. You’re making me hot and bothered. And back to our current subject. Why didn’t you say anything during that meeting?”

“Josh deserves to be recognized for his work.”

“Julian, it’s
your
work. He’s only reaping the fruit you sow. He stole those reports from you.”

“He didn’t steal them from me. I gave them to him.”

“Why? It’s your hard work. Why would you give it to him? You deserve to be recognized. Did you see the way those board members looked at you? They pity you. They think you’re incapable.”

“Kimberly, please, can we not talk about this?”

“I’m trying to help here. But it’s you who’s not helping yourself. Don’t you have any pride?”

“Pride doesn’t cut it,” he shouted at me. Then, realizing his mistake, he slumped into his chair in defeat. He looked up at me through his glasses, his voice so painful it hurt me too. “He’s my brother, Kimberly. Father has already chosen him to be the son to inherit the business. Why do I have to compete with him?”

“I’m not asking you to compete with him.” I stepped up to Julian and hugged him from behind. “I’m asking you to show your strength and skills to the board so they can judge for themselves who should be given credit. It’s unfair you worked so hard, yet someone else took credit for your work. I’m not saying this because I like you. Even if I didn’t know you, I would still try to help you. I don’t like seeing people stepped on. It’s unjustifiable.”

I massaged his shoulder to help relieve his stress. He pulled me down to sit on his lap, burying his head between my breasts, and hugged me for the longest time. I patted his head, soothing whatever pain was in his heart. I loved this man. For three whole years, I’d dreamt about him. I wanted to see him happy. To see him gain recognition for the work he produced. I didn’t know what Josh did or said to him that turned Julian into this kind of person, but I didn’t want to see him suppressed and upset any longer.

“Julian—” I started.

“Please, Kimberly.” He stopped me. “Let’s not talk about this. I want to take you to SeaWorld. We’ve only got the afternoon. I want to spend time with you before you go back home.”

The word home struck me like a knife in my heart. In a week’s time, I would have to leave Brisbane and head back home to Papa in Auckland. I didn’t want to think about this. I just wanted to spend time with Julian. Every single second spent with him would be the most precious moments of my life.

“I don’t want to go to SeaWorld.” I rocked my body on his lap, searching for that hunger in his eyes.

“Then where do you want to go?” Julian’s voice came out strained, a simmering hunger emerging from those steel-grey eyes of his.

I was pleased. This was what I wanted.

I wound my arms around his neck, looking straight into his eyes. Slowly, I whispered into his ear, “I want you to take me to your house. I want you to fuck me until your glasses fog up. I want you to fuck me like crazy until I’m too tired to think about all this other mess. Can you do that for me?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Julian, how far is your house?” I asked, eyes transfixed on the passing scenery. 

Houses were decorated on either side of the road. It was so hard to differentiate which suburbs or cities we entered into, unlike New Zealand where our cities were divided by the massive farmlands in between.

“I don’t live in a house. I live in an apartment overlooking Mermaid Bay.”

“How long before we get there?”

“Not too long.”

“How long to be exact?”

“Oh, just five minutes away.”

“Good. Hold on tight to the steering wheel, then.”

“What do you mean hold on to the—Jesus Christ!” Julian blared. He looked at me with a shocked face, then at my hand, which was busy feeling his crotch.

“Kimberly, what are you doing?” he hissed.

I knew he hated it when I touched him in the past, but our days were limited. I wanted to touch him, to make him come just by having my fingers on him.

“Kimberly, take your hand away,” he warned.

I didn’t listen. I continued to stroke him until I could feel his cock swelling up inside his pants.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

I smirked. “Your vocabulary has broadened greatly since you met me, Julian.”

“Kimberly, I warned you. Stop this instant.” I could tell he was getting angry, but I didn’t give up.

“Make me.” I challenged him.

Julian swerved his car around the corner so fast it flung me back in my seat. He stopped, unbuckled his seatbelt, and flew at me, tearing at my clothes without reservation until I was naked. Removing his belt, he tied my hands together and pinned me against the seat, then unzipped his pants and thrust his engorged cock into me in less than five seconds flat. I was so full of him I couldn’t even breathe.

“Julian…” I tried to placate him, but he didn’t listen. He was like a beast gone wild. He pulled at my hair, smashing his lips onto mine, teeth biting at my delicate skin, and tongue sliding to the back of my throat.

“Julian…” I panted when he released my lips. “Slow down.”

But he didn’t slow down. He continued to pump into me, thrust after thrust, faster and faster, until that dry friction between us ignited into flames. Soon, my cries of complaint turned into moans of sweet yearning, wanting him to pump into me faster, wanting him to pump into me longer until I burst into flames and climaxed.

I thought it was finished when his cock pulled out, but it was hard again, engorged to the point it was spearing into my stomach.

“Julian,” I heaved, out of breath. “It’s hard again.” I looked at that cock and wondered why it still hadn’t gone soft.

Julian didn’t reply, but dragged me out of the car, using his jacket to cover my nakedness. As soon as he got us safe into the elevator, he pinned me to the wall and thrust into me again, pumping and pounding into me until I climaxed again.

I lost count of how many orgasms I had. My mind was in a swirl. One minute I was in the car, and the next I was backed up against the wall of his apartment, one leg supported by his arm and the other foot on the floor. Then he resumed pounding into me again.

I was so exhausted I fell, but Julian caught me in time. He didn’t disconnect from me. Instead, he carried me, my legs wrapped around his hips, his cock still buried deep inside me, until we reached the couch. Once there, he spread my legs wide and thrust some more.

We went on for what seemed like hours and hours. My knees hurt from being on all fours when he thrust into me from behind. My back hurt when he bent me over backwards, elevating only my legs to get better access to my core. His love juice poured out of me like water. I was wasted, completely exhausted. When my last orgasm hit me, I collapsed and lost consciousness.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I woke up to pain radiating throughout my body, especially the lower region. It was now approaching evening. The orange sun glowed into the room, making the atmosphere warm and cozy. The air tasted of sweat and a musty scent of sex.

I sat up and glanced around myself for the first time.

There were condoms everywhere. Chairs were over overturned and cushions scattered all over the floor.

God, how many times did we do it?

I glanced at Julian, who was sleeping beside me, sweat still glistening on his chest.

When did he take off his clothes? All the times we had sex, he’d always taken off only his pants. Never his shirt.

I looked at Julian’s sleeping face. Then something peculiar finally struck me. He looked nothing like Josh. Julian had black hair, whereas Josh was blond, just like Beau and Fiona. Julian had a strong jawline, reminiscent of men in the Scottish clan, fierce, brave men who fought for their land and protected their women, unlike Josh’s rounded features.

Was he really Josh’s brother?

A subtle cry made me turn to Julian again. He was shaking his head, thrashing it violently to the sides. He had a frown on his forehead; his breathing was shallow and erratic. His fists were clenched tight.

Why did he look so troubled in his sleep? Was he having a nightmare?

I leaned over and kissed his frown away, hugging him close to me until his breathing slowed and a calm expression washed over his face. Julian’s black hair was matted to his forehead, sweat still beading there. I tugged the few strands to the side and watched him sleep peacefully again.

What had gotten into him last night? Why did he behave like a raving lunatic? Not that I was complaining. The sex was amazing. I did ask for him to fuck me like crazy until I forgot all about that morning’s events, but it would have been nice if he’d told me in advance, before fucking out my brains.

I crawled out of bed, feeling a sharp pain in my lower region. I rested a bit and got up again, walking on wobbly feet to find some water for my parched throat. I must have been screaming so hard last night. My throat felt like dry sand in the Sahara Desert. I only made it halfway across the room when I collapsed on the floor due to my weakened legs.

Suddenly, I was hauled off my feet, carried to bed by Julian, fussing around me like I was a baby.

“Julian, stop. I’m fine.” I stopped him when he continued to pat pillows and tuck me into bed.

It was so hot I was roasting. How could he bundle me in bed knowing I was sweating like a pig?  And the air-conditioner wasn’t helping one bit to improve the temperature in the room.

“Kimberly.” He looked sad, regret reflecting in his eyes. He pulled me in for a hug. My face squashed against his bare chest with his arms tightly secured around my neck, which just made me even hotter. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”

I tried pushing him back, but thinking I was angry because of last night, he clamped me back into his embrace.

“Julian, let me go. I’m hot. I can’t breathe.”

Julian immediately released, giving me enough room to breathe. He stared at me, searching for any hatred or disgust in my eyes.

“I’m not angry,” I said, sitting up straight. “I’m just a little sore. You were quite aggressive last night. You should have told me in advance.”

“I’m sorry, Kimberly.” He grabbed my hands and kissed them passionately. “I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“Why are you always like this?” I asked. “You’re aggressive and dominant during sex, but when we talk normally, you’re so careful, so polite. It’s like you’re two different people.”

Julian looked down, clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, then looked up at me again. “I promise I’ll be less aggressive when we do it next time.”

That was all he had to say about his strange split personality?

I cracked a smile and shook my head. He was so adorable, like a child trying to win back his prized toy. I traced his lips, those kissable lips I’d been dreaming of for three years.

His jaw clenched and his lips pressed into a firm line, as if he didn’t want me to touch him, yet he didn’t say anything to stop me. He let me run my fingers along his face, tracing his jawline, touching his eyelids, and feeling for that pulse at the base of his throat.

I smiled and cupped his chin, pressing my own lips against his, slowly tasting him for the first time, slowly probing my tongue in for the first time. We weren’t in a hurry. We took our time. We had all the time in the world.

The sounds of the crashing waves outside and the cars zooming in this busy part of Mermaid Bay were blocked out. We were a million miles away from that busy life. Here, inside this room, we took everything slowly, relishing the feel of our tongues entwining together, our lips binding together, and hands gliding across our bodies.

I was feeling it again. Sparks of fire on my skin, a throbbing need at my core, and breaths that came out in short fits. I wanted him right now, so bad it hurt, but I knew I couldn’t let Julian take me so soon. I was too sore. So I pulled back, missing the feel of his lips on mine.

“Sorry. Not right now.” I panted.

“Shit!” Julian cursed. He pulled away from me abruptly and disappeared off somewhere. Sounds of crashing bowls and running water were heard before he appeared before me again, carrying a bowl of steamy warm water and a washcloth.

Julian peeled away the bed sheets, revealing my naked body in front of his eyes. He clenched his teeth together and took deep, slow breaths. He put the bowl on the nightstand and dipped the cloth into the water, then sponged my legs, slowly removing traces of dried fluids. Every swipe, every movement on my skin, took him so much effort to perform. He even refused to look at me, instead focusing all his energy on the task at hand and controlling his breathing pattern. I took this chance to view him.

He really was a magnificent gentle beast. His shoulders were so broad, his chest so wide, his muscles bulging in the right places. He looked so fit and virile, like a man that was proud to own this body. I bet he spent so much time in the gym to achieve that stature.

My eyes travelled down his body. His arms were strong. I had the pleasure of experiencing that when I tried escaping from his trap whenever he pinned me down during sex. I couldn’t even move an inch, let alone try to escape from those arms. Down to his legs, I could make out his small bush of hair where his lovely cock rested. It was long and big. And that’s when it wasn’t erect.

How did I ever accommodate him when my body is so tiny against his?

Julian was still washing me clean after I had a good survey of him. Which just reminded me…
How many orgasms did I have last night?
It
was
taking such a long time to remove the evidence.

And his swirling action really didn’t help cool me down. It only increased my lust for him, my pleasure spot throbbing so that I almost cried. I buckled back a bit and panted.

Julian flicked his eyes to mine. He saw the fire crackling in my eyes. He ignored it and swiftly got back to work. The only difference was now he was more determined. His pace was quicker. And his fingers trembled.

I couldn’t help the illicit moan that escaped my lips when Julian made a swirl in my inner thigh.

“Jul—”

I skidded across the bed sheets, legs being jerked apart by the sudden force of Julian parting my legs. Then his tongue hotly licked my skin.

His tongue was like velvet, silky smooth, igniting all the embers within me.

“Julian,” I panted again, arching my back when his tongue licked higher and higher up my thigh. “You’re not helping.”

He didn’t listen nor respond to my comment. He just continued with his job, diligently cleaning away at my thighs. And then—

“Ahhhhhh… Julian,” I screamed when his mouth found my slit. He licked and sucked my lips, making my pleasure spot throb against his dexterous tongue.

I tugged at his black hair to stop, but I should have known by now that whatever Julian wants, Julian gets, regardless of where we are and what situation we’re in.

I still tried though, pulling at his hair, but that too soon turned into a vigorous tug for him to dig deeper into me, for his tongue to probe farther.

And like many times before, I exploded with a fierce bang. A spectacle of fireworks, bright blue, green, and red, danced before my eyes. Thunder drummed in my ears and the sea bashed onto the land, making my body feel like I was floating in an empty void before crashing back down to earth with a big thump.

“Julian,” I said weakly when I opened my eyes again.

But I did not expect from this man who now owned my heart and soul those two words coming from his mouth.

“I’m sorry.”