“I see you didn’t need the taser,” he laughed.
My head fell back as I laughed. “It got close to that point with the side piece showing up.”
He opened the car door for me. I slid inside, into the quiet, leather-scented sanctuary. He followed, his presence immediately filling the space. As Quinn pulled into traffic, Julian took my hand, his thumb stroking over my knuckles. He didn't say a word about the scene inside—no gloating—and I appreciated the silence.
I looked out the window at the city blurring past. For the first time, I was for once leaving a situation with the Ashworths with more than I’d arrived with.
Chapter 29
Elara
I rolled my hips in slow, thick circles—lazy at first, indulging in the friction as his dick stretched me. I was taking my time; we had all night. Julian’s chest gleamed with sweat under my palms, rising and falling in jagged rhythms as if he couldn’t catch his breath. His eyes were locked on where we were connected, watching the gates of heaven open just for him.
He moaned, deep and guttural, the sound crawling down my spine and settling between my thighs. I leaned down until my lips hovered over his—close enough to feel the tremble in his breath, close enough to remind him who was in control, but not kissing him.
"You like this, don’t you, Julian?" I whispered, my voice low and laced with quiet certainty. "You like when I ride you like this. When I decide how you get to cum."
He didn’t—he usually liked to be fucked hard—but he wouldn't say differently now.
His head dropped back, jaw tight, breath jagged. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, his voice wrecked. “I love it. I love how you ride me, Elara. I love when you make me feel good.”
I smiled, slow and wicked.That’s right.He was already half gone, and I was just getting started.
I picked up the pace, grinding down harder, riding him like I owned him—and I did. Every inch of him was mine right now. My pussy gripped him tight, milking him, pulling him deeper. I felt it when his control slipped, when his hands dug into my hips as if he didn’t know whether to hold on or beg.
"Fuck, Elara," he gasped, eyes rolling, neck strained. “I’m close.”
Good.
I bent lower, kissed the column of his throat, and then let my fingers curl around it—not with force, but with intent. "You gonna give it to me?" I whispered, my voice like silk and sin. "Gonna cum for me, Julian? Be a good boy and let go?"
He bucked beneath me, his cock thick and twitching. I felt him trying to hold it back. I squeezed tighter. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
He groaned—a loud, deep sound, his body tensing under me like a bow pulled too tight. “I’m gonna cum,” he gritted. “I’m gonna fucking cum—”
“That’s right,” I purred, slamming my hips down harder, my thighs burning from the rhythm and the power. “Let go. Cum for me. Fill this pussy up.”
And he did.
With a growl so deep it sounded like it came from his soul, he spilled into me, his whole body shuddering as he came hard. I didn’t stop. I kept grinding, slow now, riding the wave with him, making sure I took all of it. Every drop. Every moan. Every tremble.
Tears slid down his face. A smirk curved my lips. I loved seeing his orgasm change him from the untouchable Hale heir to a man who came apart just because I told him to. There was something powerful about breaking a man like him.
He saw the smirk, his watery gaze fixed on my mouth. “Don’t you dare say a word,” he mumbled as his eyes fluttered. His chest heaved.
I stared down at him, still rolling my hips like his body was my throne. “I wasn’t going to,” I said lightly. “You said it all with your tears, pretty boy.”
That did it.
His hands gripped my waist—firm and fast—and in a single motion, he lifted me. My breath caught as the air shifted. One second I was straddling him, still pulsing around him; the next, I was flipped—smooth, seamless—my chest pressed into the mattress, legs parted beneath the weight of his body.
My palms flattened against the sheets, heart kicking up. My natural reaction was fear, but it only made me wetter.
"Julian—"
“Be quiet.”
That voice. The shift was fast enough to cause whiplash. He’d gone from trembling to dangerous in the space of a heartbeat. He leaned over me, his voice brushing the shell of my ear.
