All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

ELLISHe simply caught my wrist with his free hand that was on my dick and pinned it to the mattress beside my head, never pausing the slow thrust of his fingers.The casual strength of it...holding me down while he continued to work me open like it was nothing.It twisted something hot and helpless low in my stomach and forced another soft, broken sound from my throat."Every time I curl my fingers just like this..." He demonstrated again, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot until my back arched off the bed with a sound that was like a combination of a gasp and a groan."There, that sound, keep making it for me. I missed hearing you fall apart like this."I was panting now, free hand clenched hard in the sheets, knuckles white. No matter how much I cursed him or tried to chase more friction, he kept the same torturous pace.Whenever my breathing sharpened or urgency crept into my movements, he slowed or paused entirely, waiting until I was swearing at him again in a breathles

ELLISFor a while, neither of us spoke. The dorm was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that creeps in at the afternoon for some reason.I found myself partially resting on Julian’s chest, with one leg draped casually over his. The rise and fall of his breathing was the only sound that mattered in that moment.His skin felt slightly damp in places, a bit sticky from our earlier closeness, and the gentle mix of the scents of intimacy and fresh sheets blended with the warmth radiating from the radiator on the floor.For several minutes, I barely moved, letting my fingers wander idly across his chest and the soft curve of his collarbone, tracing familiar circles as if trying to imprint the fact that he was truly there with me, not still two days away in that house that often made him quieter than usual.The way Julian’s arm lay across my lower back kept me grounded without the need for words. Each slight movement reminded me of the pleasant ache lingering between my legs, a testament t

ELLISWhen winter break finally rolled around, I had formed a rather unique bond with the exhaustion I thought I had gotten rid off.We weren’t at odds anymore; we were more like freaking old friends at this point, sharing an uneasy coexistence.I let it settle in the bags under my eyes, and in return, it allowed me just enough energy to keep pretending that I had my life together.Exams had transformed the entire campus into a chaotic battlefield of caffeine, anxiety, and students staring blankly at textbooks, as if the answers might leap out and apologize for being so elusive.I was just like everyone else.Between juggling my classes, working at the flower shop, and spending time at Sandy’s Cafe, not to mention the basic need for food and sleep, I was running on fumes, barely holding it all together with instant coffee and pure stubbornness.Julian, for his part, seemed to take my exhaustion as a personal challenge, determined to remedy it through sheer willpower and an alarming nu

ELLIS I still had a whole list of things in mind when Julian said he was taking me somewhere special for winter break. A nice restaurant? Sure. Maybe a hotel? Or even a fancy resort where I’d spend the whole trip pretending to know how to operate the fancy gadgets in the bathroom while secretly looking up instructions under the covers. But a private jet?! That was a surprise I didn’t, in a million fucking years see coming. Let me rephrase that. I really didn’t expect to find myself standing on the inside of a private jet, doing my best not to look like I’d just stumbled into the wrong place, like one of those people you see a security guard guiding back out. I had never in my life stepped in to a regular plane before! Not to talk of a private jet! Apparently, this was the new level of wealth that Julian had decided to embrace. I stood just inside the entrance, my bag still slung over one shoulder, and gaped. The leather seats looked comfier than all the mattresses I’d

ELLISI turned my gaze back to the ocean, hoping it might explain how I’d found myself here.Then back to him. "When did you buy an island?""When I was seventeen."I slowly turned to him."You bought an island when you were seventeen?!""I was bored."I stared at him, completely baffled. "You were bored?!""Yes.""And your solution was to buy land in the ocean?"He shrugged, as if it made perfect sense. "It seemed reasonable at the time."I covered my face with both hands. "I hate rich people."Julian just laughed. "You’re basically dating one.""I know. It’s one of my many bad decisions."He moved closer, gently taking my hands away from my face, his thumbs brushing softly against my knuckles. "I’ve never brought anyone here, you know."He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, his movements slow and careful."I’ve never brought my family here either."I frowned slightly. "Then why...me?"His gaze softened, the usual cool facade slipping away. "Because I wanted you here."S