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Julian

The next morning, I find it hard to take my eyes off Elena. She’s wearing a sundress with roses on it that ends just above her knee. I can’t seem to look anywhere but at her shapely legs, envisioning them wrapped around my middle while I thrust deep inside her.

“What are you thinking?” Elena questions, biting into a strawberry.

I decided breakfast out on the terrace would be fitting for today, but now I’m wondering if we should’ve stayed in the bedroom, so I could’ve eaten her for breakfast instead.

“You don’t want to know.”

She blinks slowly, lust swirling in her depths. “Oh, really? Try me.”

Leaning over the table, I trail a finger down her cheek. “You have sex one time, and you think you can handle all my fantasies and the things that I have planned for you?”

Her little throat bobs, and I almost laugh.

“I’m stronger than I look.” She leans in, her eyes moving to my lips, determination shining in them. I can’t wait to make her eat her words, see her shatter around me, and beg me for her release.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, my soon to be wife. You have yet to see what I’m capable of.” A tiny shiver works its way through her, and I can’t even put into words the immense pleasure that makes me feel, knowing that I hold a spell over her, that she’s drawn not only physically to me, but sexually.

She licks her lips. “Then show me.”

My balls ache, and my cock pushes against the zipper of my now uncomfortable dress slacks. Reaching beneath the table, I slide my hand beneath her dress and over her bare thigh. Her eyes widen, worry, and need swirl together, becoming one.

Moving up to the apex of her thigh, I watch her face as my fingers graze the thin material of her panties, over her damp center.

“You’re wet,” I whisper, pressing against her clit.

Red fills her sun-kissed cheeks, and I wonder if she’s going to stop me. Her eyes dart out onto the green landscape as if she’s looking for someone. Like I would ever really allow someone to see me touching her. I’d gouge their eyes out before I let that happen.

Trailing my finger up and down the damp fabric, I watch Elena squirm in her seat, biting her plump bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping.

“If I had the time, I’d stand you up, flip that pretty little dress up over your ass, rip your panties from your body, and bend you over this table and fuck you until everyone in this house heard your screams.”

“You’d let someone hear us.” Shock coats her words, but curiosity fills her eyes. Someone is into a little voyeurism.

“Hearing, yes, seeing, no. Plus, it’s not like they don’t know you belong to me already. What’s staking my claim and letting the world hear it happen?” I move to the side of her panties, and slip my finger inside, wanting so desperately to lift her up, place her ass on the table and feast on her pink pussy.

“Boss, your guests are here.” Lucca’s timber voice halts my movements, and Elena’s gaze drops to her plate. She isn’t good at hiding her facial expressions and looks like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Bring them out here to us,” I tell him and gently pull my hand from between her legs.

Lucca’s heavy footfalls retreat, and I place a finger beneath Elena’s chin, tipping it upward, forcing her to look at me.

“We will finish this later,” I say before giving her a punishing kiss. When I pull away, she looks out of breath, and I decide I like that look on her face.

A few moments later, Lucca returns with Xander and Ella in tow. I stand up to greet him and extend my hand out. Elena stands as well, looking nervous and unsure. As soon as Ella spots Elena beside me, her face splits into a grin.

Ella and Xander are like day and night. Before I knew the story, I always wondered how the dark-haired, brooding man that could kill without mercy, had ended up with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed innocent woman. It was like good and evil collided.

“Xander.” I smirk, shaking his hand firmly.

“Julian,” he greets, his gaze moving to Elena.

“This is my soon to be wife, Elena.” I wrap a protective arm around her and tug her closer to my side. “Elena, this is Xander Rossi and his wife, Ella.”

Elena gives both of them a shy smile. “It’s so nice to meet you both.”

“The pleasure is ours,” Xander says.

Ella beams at his side, looking like she is ready to jump Elena. Xander turns to his wife, his features softening for a millisecond as he drinks her in. Who knew the dark king of the Rossi empire could be brought to his knees?

“Why don’t you ladies go sit by the pool, so we can discuss some business.” Xander smiles, but it’s a lot like a shark smiling at you.

“That sounds great,” Ella says cheerfully. Elena pulls away from me, her back becoming straighter as she lifts her chin and gives Xander’s wife a gracious smile.

We watch them walk away together and down to the pool before sitting at the table Elena I was just having breakfast at.

“Did we interrupt your breakfast?” Xander questions his dark eyes on the table.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“No, no. We were finished. Would you like something to drink?” I offer.