Julian
I turned her around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and thrust inside her, groaning as her warmth and wetness enveloped me completely.
Her soft, lush ass jiggled with every brutal snap of my hips, the sight tightening my already rock-hard member even more.
She let out a tiny scream, hands flying back to grip my thighs, whimpering like a lost puppy.
I leaned over her, trapping her heavy breasts in the crook of one arm, then slid my free hand between her thighs. My fingers found her center and rubbed hard, matching the fury pounding through me.
She spread her legs wider, giving me more.
I smiled against her shoulder.
This was always the response. Bending people to my will was a gift. Making them do my bidding even when it required a bit of uh… physical persuasion, was my forte.
Pleasure rippled through my body when they squirmed under my touch, my stare, my power. When they cowered at my name, when the memory of me carved itself into their nightmares, I felt like a god ruling over the damned.
But he hadn't budged this time. He hadn't flinched. He'd stood his ground and met my eyes dead-on.
My little squirmy brother, the one with the blond frizzy hair, was a man now.
I smirked at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror lining the suite wall.
He wasn't scared anymore. Or maybe he was just an expert at hiding it.
I'll give him that. I almost bought the act. Not until I pressed about his dreams did the crack show.
I gripped her jaw, tilted her face up to the mirror. Forced her to watch her own hooded eyes, the way her mouth fell open on every moan and gasp while my fingers plunged deeper alongside my member, ravaging her.
But I wanted to see him squirm under my gaze. I wanted him to shrink back like before, arms up to shield his face from my wrath.
The smile on my face faded.
He didn't.
He'd grown wings. He was resisting me now.
We couldn't have that.
I drove harder, faster, channeling every punch I should've given him, into this perfectly sculpted concierge I'd picked up in the hallway.
She was screaming now, gasping, body jerking as she climbed.
Flashes hit me. Flashes of our female next door neighbour, the one I'd crushed on when we were younger. I'd pinned her down just like this and made her beg.
“I like your brother,” she'd said. I'd pounded the thought of him out of her until she screamed my name instead.
“Do you find my brother attractive?” I asked, stopping dead as she hovered on the edge.
“What?!” She panted, confused.
“Be honest, love. I won't bite. Do you wish it was him here instead of me?”
I watched her face in the mirror. Fury rose in my chest.
She hesitated.
“Uh…”
I pulled out and shoved her away.
Every fucking time.
Everyone picked him. Every fucking time.
The same Thorne blood ran in my veins, yet the universe favored him. Mother Earth cradled his existence while letting me rot in pain, gnashing my teeth for years. Some god decided to run us through hell, made my family eat dirt, then tossed us scraps and called it mercy.
Julie had to pay the price.
Oh, my darling Julie. She paid for the Thornes' sins. Now I'd come to collect…
“Mr. Thorne?”
I looked over. She lay sprawled on the bed, legs parted invitingly. She was indeed beautiful, with a plump chest, rounded curves, and a face of an angel.
“What's your name?” I asked, letting her beauty soothe the burn in my heart.
“June.”
“What do you like about my brother, June?”
“Uh… nothing.”
I smirked, stalking toward the bed.
“Do you wish he'd done this?” My fingers trailed up her leg, then down her inner thigh.
Her eyes clouded; she shook her head.
“Do you wish he'd done this?” I reached her core and teased her folds.
She inhaled sharply.
“Or this…” I parted her and circled her core with my fingers. She moaned and arched her back, causing her breasts to slide sideways, an action that made my groin tighten instantly.
“You're so sexy. I was dying to pleasure you. It's a shame you want my brother instead.” I pulled my hand away and stepped back.
“No! I don't want him!” She bit her lip, eyes locked on my hardness. “Not anymore, Mr. Thorne. Besides, he's interested in another concierge.”
I froze.
Damien. Interested in someone.
That was new.
I returned to her, and commenced working my fingers on her sensual parts. Her eyes rolled back as she collapsed onto the sheets, thrusting her hips to meet me.
Her moans filled the room, making my hardness throb painfully. I stroked myself to ease the pressure.
“Please, Mr. Thorne, I need you!”
She scooted to the edge, her essence soaking the sheets. “Mr. Thorne…”
“Easy, baby.”
I stepped closer, letting my tip tease her entrance. She sighed in frustration and reached for me.
I caught her wrist and held it firm.
“I'm in charge.”
She nodded frantically, breathing in gasps.
I licked my palm, rubbed it on myself while she watched, biting her lip.
Slowly, I slid, teasingly, along her folds making her shiver, then in one fluid motion, thrust deep into her.
She gasped loudly, wincing from my size, like she didn't just feel it a short while back.
I rubbed on her bud, pounding away at her epicenter. She fell back on the bed, grabbing the sheets for dear life. Soon after, the urgency increased. I felt my body going rigid as I needed more pressure from her core, so I increased my pace and intensity.
I grabbed her boobs and smashed my face against them, suckling hungrily at her nips, swells, every piece of her. By now, she was full on screaming with her legs wrapped around my bums.
“What's her name?” I inquired, my pace increasing yet again as we neared our peak.
“Uh?!”
“Tell me her name, June…”
I grabbed her hair, going rigid as my body erupted in volcanic quakes, emptying up on her juicy core.
“Leah! Leah Carter!!!” she cried, jerking through her own release.
I chuckled breathlessly, tapping off the remaining droplets on her.
“Weird, screaming someone else's name while you're with me.”
She burst out laughing, heaving from our scrumptious ordeal.
I waltzed to the mirror and stared at myself. I liked what I saw. I was no longer that scrawny, dirty boy that roamed the streets begging for food. I am rich now. My mum had everything she could ever need.
My…
Her face shimmered and appeared in the mirror, just as the thought of her entered my mind. Not entered…focused on her, because I never stopped thinking about her.
She had that smile. The most beautiful in the world. Even in our hell, she made every day worth surviving.
My reflection twisted into a frown as her image varnished. My heart tightened painfully, my eyes stinging from the tears that suddenly clouded my vision.
My hands clenched into fists, shaking as rage and sorrow coursed through me.
My face, my body, my life… none of it made sense anymore. Nothing made sense.
I flung my fist back and slammed it against the mirror.