10. Julian

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is the last thing I wanted to do, but seeing Claire with that asshole sends me into a dark place where I have to stamp my mark on her. I have to make her mine. She has to know that no matter what she does, or who she dates, she"ll always belong to me. I"m a selfish asshole who doesn"t deserve her, but she wants me.

I"ll give her this. I"ll be her first so she knows everything, and knows no one else compares to me. I"ll ruin her for any other man. They"ll never measure up and when the optics don"t look as bad, I"ll make things right. For right now, however, she"s going to be in a state of bliss only I can give her.

Claire relaxes as I coax my cock deeper inside of her until she stretches to fit around me. Every inch slowly pushing further and further and it feels like she"s molding around me, meant for me. How dare she threaten to give this piece of herself away?

The first stroke pulling out of her makes her grab onto the back of my head, her nails scraping against my scalp and down the back of my neck.

"Don"t leave?—"

"I"m not going anywhere, Claire. Relax and let me inside of you. Breathe," I tell her, helping her through the sensations of our bodies coming together for the first time. I drop my mouth to her neck, with a hand reaching up to palm her breast. The way her nipples perk makes me pinch them gently at first.

Claire moans before she hisses when I pinch them harder. The way her pussy clenches around me tells me she likes it. She"s wetter and had no idea the line between pain and pleasure is barely a line at all when it comes to me. She will come for me.

"That"s right, take it, baby," I kiss and whisper against her ear, dropping my mouth to her neck while my hands continue working her nipples until I feel her first climax around my cock. Fuck, she feels magnificent.

She whimpers as I begin to pick up my pace. I can"t lose myself in thought as we move together, our bodies chasing the orgasmic release we"ve been pining for. I can feel mine coming too fast and pull out.

"Fuck," I huff, taking off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. Claire lies on my bed for a moment before wriggling out of her shirt. I climb back onto the bed and turn her onto her stomach, forcing one leg to bend while gripping her ass. I squeeze her petite bottom. Trying to get my mind off the powerful sensation telling me to spill my seed deep inside her womb. I hate myself for this, for being an animal with urges I can"t control or deny. The need I have to claim her makes me a dick, but she wants this too.

I push myself back inside her heat, deep into her pleasure. There"s delight in chasing my satisfaction, stroking in and out of her until she"s coming all over me. The sight of her slickness glazing over my cock releases my primitive nature. Leaning forward, I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling it taut to yank her head back. My other hand wraps under her torso, picking her up with ease to put her on her knees as I begin to fuck her senseless from behind.

Every rut, grunt, and groan coming from us in this moment is her fault. She asked for this. She wanted me to do this to her. I should have said no, but I can"t fucking help myself.

"Fuck, you feel too good. Nobody else touches this pussy, ever! Do you understand me, Claire?"

"Yes," she manages to squeak out between strokes.

"Yes, what? Whose pussy is this?"

"Yes, Julian. It"s yours. I"m yours," she says as her body tenses for another intense orgasm to take hold of her.

The pulsing sensation of her walls tensing and releasing around my girth takes me over the edge of insanity as I throw caution to the wind and release myself inside her tender pussy. I let it out with a curse of release and collapse onto the bed beside her.

"Fuck," she huffs, bringing her hands up to her face.

"Exactly. How was your date?" I ask as the adrenaline crashes between us.

She moans, dipping her hands between her legs. It dawns on me to take care of her. This is why I"m an asshole. I can"t help how she distracts me.

"Fuck you," she giggles before moaning with her fingers playing between her thighs.

"How do you feel?"

"Like a horny something," she says.

I laugh quietly before pushing myself out of bed and head into my bathroom. I"m not in there long, just long enough to see a hint of blood along my shaft that I wash away before grabbing a warm cloth and towel. I bring it out to her, clean her up and kiss her tenderly along her inner thighs as a thank you of sorts. I know I"m going to have to do much more than this, but for now, it"s enough.

Claire moans as I clean and kiss her sex. It doesn"t take long before my mouth finds its way to her pussy. She"s like a drug, and I"m chasing that first high all over again. My mouth covers her slit, licking her clit and dipping my tongue inside of her. The way our flavors marry inside of her has me getting hard.

She moans and my body"s on pins and needles with anticipation for getting inside of her again.

"Julian," she moans my name. "Please, Julian, I need to feel you again."

She doesn"t have to wait as my body recovers in record time. The past few years have had my sex life settled into the palm of my hand. I didn"t want to be distracted while watching over Claire. Now here I am, sliding my hands under her thighs.

I sit up to hoist her waist up to my mouth with the back of her shoulders still pressing against the mattress. I"d wear her pussy like a feeding trough all day and that"s when it hits me. There"s nothing else that I want to do. She can"t work for me. I"m never going to get shit done with her traipsing around the office.

I pull my mouth away from her and sheath myself into her wet cunt. I can"t do this to us, but I know things are never going to be the same. This time the sex between us lasts longer. The passion is deeper and every stroke is deliberate, meant to leave a lasting impression as it"s probably going to be the last time for a long time.

I come inside of Claire again, cursing myself for my lack of control. I want her bound to me, but my selfish desires shouldn"t get in the way of her living her life. When we finish the second time, I clean her again and turn on the fireplace. I let the crackling noises mask the silence that"s heavy with her un-asked questions about a future between us. I don"t have the heart to tell her this is just a way to get her out of my system.

"Julian, you can"t just not talk about this," she finally says, as she lies beside me.

Sleep is ready to consume the both of us. "I know. I don"t know what I was thinking. I"m sorry, Claire."

She cuts me off with her soft fingers pressing against my lips. "Don"t apologize. You"ll make me feel like shit if you do, like I did something wrong."

"You can"t do anything wrong, Claire. This is my fault. I saw you with that kid and lost my mind. I don"t want to lose you, but I don"t think I can have you either. I"ll never get anything done ever again. All I want to do is bury every inch of myself inside of you, every waking moment."

She moves her hand to my crotch. "We"re in agreement. Do you always get this hard this fast?"

"No," I tell her, removing her hand before she strokes me into a painful third erection. "I need more time, time to recover or it"s not going to feel good for either of us. Besides, there"s a darker side to this part of me I"m not sure you can handle. I don"t think I want you to handle it, either. You deserve romance, someone to pleasure you and take care of you. You don"t want the pain."

"If the pain"s anything like you squeezing my nipples, I liked that," she admits quietly. "What other stuff do you like? Is it just seeing me in pain?"

"It"s something like that, but there are things I want to do to your body I just don"t think you"re ready for. Let me figure things out. I need some time to sit with this. I"m sorry, Claire, I just need … Fuck." I don"t know what I need.

For the first time in a long time, I don"t have a straightforward answer to the dilemma in front of me. I push myself out of bed and head to the training room. I need to let out my aggression, the aggression I held back while fucking Claire. She needs someone to make love to her. Not someone like me who wants to invade every space her body and mind has to offer. I feel like I"m corrupting a fucking angel.

I find myself in a rhythm, beating my punching bag until it splits under my bruising knuckles. When I finish and make it back to my bedroom, my bed is empty. Claire"s scent lingers and I wish I could make this better, to make this feel right, but it just feels off. I don"t want her to be a moment of wild abandon, a body to sate my lust. But sleep doesn"t care what I think. It knocks me out like a heavyweight champion.

When morning comes, I avoid the training room, but still walk by. It"s good to hear Claire and Bonnie going through their regular routine. There are a million things for me to do at work, and in regard to my uncle"s tasks dealing with Carmine Scarpella. Yes, I have plenty to do to distract myself from the catastrophe I"ve just unleashed between me and Claire.

By the time I get to the office, my mind easily falls into the workday. I barely acknowledge Claire, even though she tries to joke and be her normal self around me. I can"t go back to being normal, whatever the fuck that is. It"s not like before, where I"d picture what sex would be like between us. Now that I know how great it feels, it"s all I think about. It"s all I want. I want to do devious things with her, to her and I can"t stop thinking about it.

However, the last thing, well, the last person I expect, does just that. His face is a mirror image of mine, but thirty years in the future. Charleston Blackwell darkens my office doorway as he knocks with three hardy pounds that snap me out of my sex-crazed daze.

"You finally got laid, didn"t ya, boy?" His voice is loud, boisterous, and lacks any care for what others may think about him.

"I don"t have time for whatever it is you"re here for, Dad." I tell him.

There"s a dynamic between us that he caused years ago. I may call him Dad, but there"s nothing fatherly about him. His bulbous gut, meaty hands, and white hair make him the poster boy for a "Good ole boy". He judged from the bench with that same Draconian attitude. His dick, the subsequent murder, and divorce got him a nomination, but it also forced him into early retirement.

"That"s a pretty little thing you got working for you out there." He grins maniacally as he waltzes into my office, taking the seat in front of my desk.

"Leave her alone. Claire"s off limits." I tell him and immediately regret it. Telling Charleston Blackwell he can"t have a young woman is like issuing him a personal challenge.

"I don"t want her, but I do—wait a minute. That"s not my little Claire Bear Eclair, is it?"

"Don"t be a disgusting old man. She"s not your anything. You know that"s Claire, Dad."

He licks his lips and smooths his mustache. "She has grown into quite the young woman, hasn"t she? Is she dating yet? Maybe I can take her to this gala thing everyone"s talking about."

"What gala?" I ask, wanting to change the subject as soon as possible.

"The one you"re throwing on the 15th. Where was my invite?" He asks.

"Nonexistent. Ma"s going to be there," I tell him. "There"s no way you think I"m going to have the two of you in the same room together alongside San Fran elite."

"We know how to behave, Julian. Don"t be obtuse. It"s not going to look good if your mother is there and I"m not. It"s going to look like?—"

I finish his statement. "We"re a dysfunctional family because my father chose murder and pussy over his wife and son."

"You two really need to let that go. I was never charged for that crime and I wish it wouldn"t come up in every conversation we have."

"Considering we only speak when you need or want something, I"d say it does. It"s a nice reminder of why our conversations are so few and far between. What do you want, Charleston?"

"Well, who pissed in your gas tank? I only wanted the invitation to the party, but once I start in on little Claire Eclair, you get all high and mighty on me."

"Will giving you an invitation get you out of this office so I can get back to work?"

He grins widely. "Sure will."

"Fine, this is my formal invitation for you, Charleston Blackwell, to attend Claire Anderson"s 18th birthday party. I expect a gift for her and nothing less than twenty grand from you." I tell him, hoping his price of admission will get him to turn down the invite.

"Ooo, I love it when you play hardball, boy. This is why we need to get you in a senate seat."

"Not this conversation again. I"m not going into politics. There"s too much red tape. I don"t like my hands being tied."

He laughs with a lurid smile. "That"s not what I heard."

"Don"t be the dirty old man. Please, I gave you the invitation, now get out."