Chapter 2

JULIA

Silence stretched between us.

Marcus froze beneath the kiss, his body was stiff and his glass still clutched in his hand. When I pulled back, my breath came out shaky. His eyes narrowed, not with anger or disgust, but with something else entirely, with a darkness I couldn’t name.

His lips parted slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe what I’d done. Then, a low laugh rumbled from his chest as if rough and amused.

“You…” his gaze swept over me, from my trembling hands to my tear-bright eyes. “Did you really just kiss me?”

I swallowed hard and couldn’t find the right words to answer him. My knees threatened to buckle.

He leaned closer, tilting his head as though trying to study me from a new angle. He really looked entertained now.

“I-I told you I’m not jealous!” I blurted out without thinking.

“Heh. You surprise me, princess,” Marcus said, his voice was low and sharp. “I thought you’d be obedient, quiet… but you…” his lips curved slowly. “…you’ve got fire tucked beneath all that trembling.”

Heat flooded my face. I wanted to speak again, but nothing came out, only a small, pitiful sound.

Marcus chuckled again, softer this time, almost thoughtful. “Tell me, Julia… do you want me to help you forget about today?”

His words hit me harder than the whiskey. My breath caught, my vision blurred, but my body moved before my mind could catch up.

I nodded.

“Yes.”

The word slipped out of me trembling yet somehow certain.

He tipped back the last of his whiskey and set the glass down with a quiet clink.

“Come,” he murmured.

I froze. Now? Here?

But he was already moving, and before I could think, his hand was at the small of my back. It was firm and as if guiding me.

The ballroom still rang with applause for Terra and Nero. My father was clapping, his gaze fixed proudly on them. Livia glittered at his side. No one looked my way.

We vanished without a trace.

I felt the heat of his body pressing against mine, the weight of his hand sliding lower until he realized.

I was buried in the soft king sized bed, only wearing a bra and panties. 

I thanked myself for wearing a matching bra and panties today, both are red and laced.

“You’re unexpectedly sexy ..” Marcus’s voice rasped in my ear, wicked, laced with lust.

“Mhm…” I bit down on my lip, shame mixing with excitement.

He caught my hand, dragging it down over the hardness in his pants. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer, monstrous strength pressing against me.

“Do you want this?” his tone teased, but there was hunger in it too.

I bit my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut. “I-It feels so hard… and so big.”

I felt his burning gaze after I said that. I felt his manhood throbbing like a heart beat.

I felt my body ice cold, but my fold down there feels wet and on fire.

I’ve never touched anything like his. In fact, this is my first time.

“Do you want me to touch you here..” his rough and big hand touches my left bare leg. Then his fingers slid down my panties. “Or here?”

I gasped for air and opened my eyes wide, looking straight at him, trembling both in fear and excitement. “I-I.. I’m ticklish.”

“Only ticklish? Or more on.. You’re feeling good if I touch you down here?”

He lifted my legs like it was nothing, spreading it in the air.

“Marcus!” I cried out.

Marcus stripped my underwear slowly, his hands gliding over my chest, my waist, my hips. His lips followed, kissing my stomach, rising to my breasts, biting and sucking until I arched helplessly.

“Ahh… Marcus!…” my voice cracked with pleasure I didn’t know how to contain.

His warm lips paused, then licked and sucked my wetness. I screamed from pleasure. So good! So good!

I’ve touched myself many times, but this is my first time having a man doing it for me with his tongue.

I felt my clit throbbing, like it was about to explode at any moment.

“Oh! Ahh! Oh my god!” tears dripped down my cheeks as I covered my mouth. “Mhmm!!”

“Hey! It’d be such a waste if I didn’t see every expression on your face. It’s way better than spending the whole night at the party.” he shifted his upper body again, leaning over me and gently prying my hand from my mouth.

“Marcus.. It feels so good. Please don’t stop!” I demanded, sobbing.

His eyes slightly widened in pleasure. He bit his lips and licked his upper teeth. 

“What should I do if little Julia asked for my help?” he smirked. “I guess I don’t have a choice but to obey, then.”

I felt him untying his pants’ button, and lowering the zipper. He pulled out his monster.

I swallowed hard and dry when I saw how big and long it was.

Suddenly I felt the need to run. But my body already gave in, and my mind was waiting for it to get inside of me.

“I-I need it.” I shamelessly blurted it out.

Marcus smiled at me, “Yes, it needs you too.”

Without a warning, he thrusts it inside me with great force.

Then.. he froze.

My breath caught off guard. Tears stimmed down like rain. And I sobbed, shaking my head and throwing punches in the pillow.

“Ahh! Aww–ouch! It hurts!!”

His hand slipped lower, parting me, and his brows pulled together sharply. “Julia…” his voice was rough, disbelieving. “You’ve never…?”

I shook, unable to speak, my silence an answer.

Marcus froze above me, his chest rising and falling in ragged pulls. Then a sharp laugh broke from him, low and dangerous.

“Fuck.” his head tilted as if he needed another look at me. “You’re a fucking virgin!”

I flinched. My cheeks blazing hotter as my lips parted and desperate to explain, but no sound came out.

Marcus cursed again, his jaw tight as his dark eyes bored into me. 

“I thought you’d already fooled around with my son. That’s why you were sulking tonight. Because he chose Terra.” his mouth curved into something between disbelief and cruelty. “But it turns out you haven’t been touched at all.”