23. CHAPTER 23

23

KAI

My body aches all over, my nerves awakened in the most magical way. This is what it feels like to be owned by someone. By Jules. Magical. He has wrung me out, leaving me completely limp as I lay under him while he fucks my ass with such determination my body is on the verge of splitting open. My voice is hoarse from the never-ending sounds he’s pulling from me, and he’s no better. Growling and groaning like a beast. A predator that's taking pleasure in his prey, and I bask in it. I’m so close to coming without even touching my cock as his hands tighten around my neck like a heavy band, making it difficult to breathe. The discomfort is a dull pain that radiates around my throat but feels so damn good. My vision blurs, my head feels light and erased of all thoughts but him. He removes one hand to stroke my cock as he keeps the other in a tight lock on my neck. My throat burns as the sensation of elevating above myself takes over as I cum, and fuck do I come hard. As soon as the first spurt leaves the tip of my cock, Jules removes his grip from my throat and pounds into me harder, digging his fingers into my thighs, and I quake in overwhelming pleasure. Air slowly fills my lungs as a lingering soreness throbs in my throat and my ass. And I fucking love it.

“Fuck…cumming, I’m cumming,” Jules grunts above me as warm liquid fills my ass, making me clench, wanting to keep him inside me where he belongs. Like a dead weight, he collapses on top of me. Our sticky, overheated bodies lock together, and I can’t find the strength to move or think. My whole body has shut down, and I'm drifting off into a mind space of nothingness. Just peace. Contentment.

“Kai? Can you hear me?”

Hmm, I love the sound of his voice. I’m so sleepy. Why the fuck is he shaking me?

“What?” I whine, not even opening my eyes.

“I think you blacked out for a second. Are you alright?”

“I’m fantastic. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”

Jules chuckles. I’m aware he has removed himself from my body, but my eyes are so heavy I can't open them to see what’s happening. A wet cloth wipes at my abdomen, and my heart skips a beat at him taking care of me. A hint of panic again attacks me as I’m afraid of already becoming too clingy for his attention. What if he tires of me? What if I’m too much hassle? Gentle fingers pull me from the edge of despair over my failings, as they stroke my throat. I wince at the tenderness on my skin.

“Did I go too far? I think you’ll bruise.”

Forcing my eyes open, which is a struggle, I stare up at Jules, who is looking down at me with concern in his eyes, his brows scrunched together, and a look of regret.

“Jules. I loved it. I would’ve stopped you if it went too far. I needed it, so please get that look off your face. I’m an adult.”

“I know you are,” he says.

“Good.”

“Are you feeling better about everything else? You know you can talk to me.”

I push Jules onto his back and snuggle into his side.

“A little. It’s not just Aaron. Jules, nothing I’ve done in the past seven years has been good. Mom has had enough of me. I’ve had enough of me. I thought coming here would help, but I just fucked up more. Something is wrong with me. Everything I do hurts someone, and I don't know what to do. It’s like I’m defective.”

Jules grabs the back of my hair to pull my head back up to face him.

“You stop that shit right now. We’ve all made mistakes when we were younger, and that includes your mom. Nobody is perfect, but you want to make life better for yourself, and you're doing that. Here with me. What happened with Aaron was bad, but it could’ve happened to any of us. I think you’re fucking perfect, and I’ll tell you that every day until you believe me.”

A tear escapes my eye, and I move in closer to Jules’s protective arms around me, allowing myself to let him overrule the self-loathing thoughts that fill me daily.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“Not a fucking chance. You’re my pretty little whore. All mine, and you better remember that.”

“Please don’t call me that in front of the guys.”

“I won’t. It's just for us. Now sleep.”

“Mm-kay,” I say on a tired sigh. The beat of Jules’s steady heart under my head lulls me to sleep, and for the first time, I start to feel like I belong somewhere.

It’s the following morning, and I’m awoken by small bites of pressure on my abdomen. It’s painful enough for me to wake from the deepest sleep to attack whatever is causing the discomfort. Just as I’m about to sit up, my heavy eyes open to find Jules is the assailant who is currently sucking and biting all over my chest and stomach, leaving behind a large pattern of hickeys. I swallow hard at the sight, noting the soreness on my neck and in my throat, transporting me back to last night when Jules choked me into the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

“Morning,” he says, voice all raspy from sleep. Fuck he’s so damn hot. He moves his head lower and continues to place bruises all over my inner thigh and around my tattoo.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m marking you. Staking my claim.”

“You’re insane.”

Jules pulls away and climbs up my body, resting his forearms on either side of my head. He then looks down into my eyes.

“You’re right. And you’re in trouble if you’ve only just worked that out.”

“I kinda like it. But how do I stake my claim on you?”

Jules tilts his head to the side, baring his neck to me, and I need no further instruction or invitation. I pull his neck down to my mouth and suck hard into his skin until purple and red blooms on his tanned, smooth skin.

“Hmm, that feels so fucking good,” he growls as I pull away, admiring my brand of ownership.

“Everyone will know what we’ve done. Do you think they’ll be okay with us?”

“Kai, I don't give a fuck who knows. And if they have a problem, that's their issue. I’ve already told you, you're mine, and I plan to keep it that way.”

“I love how possessive you get over me,” I say as I push my dick up into his. It turns me on so much to see him lose his shit over me. I still can’t believe he wants me. I’m still nervous. The back of my mind is constantly at war with the rational side of my brain, telling me he will leave me. Get sick of me. I always screw up, so is it inevitable that I screw this up? Would he fight for me?

Christ, I’m a needy fucker .

“Always. Now stop grinding against my dick. We don’t have time to fool around. Remember you’re with Simon today, to collect earnings from the crews.”

“Fine.”

I push him away in what can only be described as a tantrum. Jules just laughs at me as I jump to my feet to grab my clothes before heading back to my room. As I start to stand, a hard slap hits my ass cheek, and fuck does it burn.

“What the fuck was that for?” I snap, turning around to face Jules.

“Your attitude.”

“Fuck you.”

Jules stands and pulls me up against his hard, naked body. Both our dicks are dueling on their own, hard and ready for battle.

“I think I’ll stick to fucking you. Now go get ready.”

“Bossy asshole,” I say, grumbling as I quickly throw my shorts on and stomp out of the room. My ass hurts with every stride until I reach my room and go to take a shower. I turn the faucet on, waiting for the water to heat up, I assess myself in the mirror. Holy shit, my body is covered in hickeys. My neck is starting to bruise from his strong hands, and I’m transfixed with how I look. I can’t resist running my fingers over each mark he has left, excited at the soreness of the evidence he’s left on my body for anyone to see.

It’s perfect. He owns me. And I crave more.

As I get into the shower, I allow myself to enjoy the steaming warmth of the water that soothes my aching muscles, and alleviates the pain of Jules’s marks. I’m truly awake for the first time, to who I am and who I want to be. How did I not see it before? The years of sticking around with those assholes back home, restricted me much more from life than just achieving a better living situation. It robbed me of being who I am, a man that wants to be free to love and fuck whoever I want. To have something for myself. In this case, to have the man who has just ruined me for any other to own me completely and for us to show it to the world. But is that reality? While it may or may not bother Jules, my mom is a huge problem in this. Will she accept it? She will most likely look at it differently than others. She sees Jules as her brother and my uncle, and I don’t think we will be able to convince her otherwise. Whether it hurts her or not, Jules wasn’t in my life, he didn’t play that role, and the reality is that we aren’t related. But I doubt she’ll see it that way.

The question is, am I willing to give up the only family I have, the woman who raised me, for the opportunity to chase after love? An all consuming, life altering, possessively obsessed, can’t-live-without love?

And as much as it breaks my heart…I think the answer would be yes .