When He Lost Control
1393 Words
Julian lowered his eyes and didn’t say a word.
He didn’t stop her from taking the call either.
Elena picked up on the third ring, her voice soft and calm, like nothing was wrong.
“Marcus.”
“Where are you?” Marcus asked.
She was still sitting in the passenger seat of Julian’s car, but she lied without blinking.
“My stomach hurts. I’m downstairs at the pharmacy getting some meds.”
She turned to Julian as she spoke, lifted her left hand, and pressed her index finger against his lips, silently telling him not to mess this up.
Julian looked obedient.
He didn’t speak. He just stared at her with burning eyes.
Then, out of nowhere, he opened his mouth and sucked on her finger.
Elena’s face went hot.
How could he do that…
Right here, like nobody else existed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Marcus asked over the phone.
Elena quickly looked away, too embarrassed to meet Julian’s eyes. Her voice turned softer.
“I didn’t want to ruin your night. I was just going to grab the meds and come right back.”
Julian suddenly a bit down.
He bit her finger.
She sucked in a breath and shot him an annoyed look.
His dark eyes were full of desire, but even more, they were full of jealousy.
One call from that guy, and she was going back?
Then what was everything he’d just done for him?
Why did Marcus get to be the man, and he had to beg like some stray dog?
As if he were getting back at her, Julian bit harder, leaving teeth marks on her slim finger.
Elena frowned but didn’t pull away.
For once, she let him get away with it.
Marcus spoke again. “Don’t come back. I’ll have the driver take you home.”
“Elena?” she asked. “Is the party over?”
While they were still talking, Julian leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Elena’s eyes flew open. She could see his smug little smile reflected in them.
Julian didn’t care that Marcus was still on the line. He tilted his head and kissed her again.
Elena turned her face away, blushing, shooting him a warning look.
Julian grabbed her chin, turned her back, and kissed her anyway.
She had nowhere to go.
He kept kissing her while Marcus’s impersonal voice came through the phone.
“Something happened.”
Her head was a mess. She was breathing a little hard. “What happened, Marcus?”
“Julian went crazy and caused a scene. I’m dealing with the mess now…”
Elena kept dodging his kisses, then reached up and gently patted Julian’s messy hair.
Calming him down.
That tiny move was enough to stop him.
Their eyes met.
She silently begged him, Please don’t.
Julian calmly pinched her chin and finally pulled back.
Only then did Elena feel like she could breathe again.
“Marcus, don’t worry about it. I’ll just take a cab home.”
“Alright,” Marcus said.
The second the call ended, Julian grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard.
He hated Marcus.
He wished the guy would just drop dead.
Then she’d be his.
He kissed her as if he’d lost his mind.
Jealousy swallowed every bit of his reason, turning it into something wild and desperate.
Elena could barely breathe.
She kept trying to pull away, but he held her down.
All she could do was a weakly push at his chest.
“Mmm…”
When she was almost out of the air, he finally let her go and looked at her, his eyes dark.
“If he told you to go back, would you?”
Elena didn’t answer. She just turned her face away.
He buried his face in her neck and kissed her there.
Her voice shook, soft and breathless. “Don’t bite. Someone will see.”
That just set him off.
He pressed his lips to her neck and left a dark mark.
Since Julian’s hand was hurt, Elena offered to drive. He didn’t argue.
It wasn’t even a big deal.
He just liked how much she cared.
Elena sat behind the wheel and took a deep breath.
Julian looked at her and smiled.
“What are you smiling at?” she asked, annoyed.
He blinked innocently and poked his seatbelt. “Hey, buckle up.”
Her face went red.
She quickly fastened it.
Elena got her license only after meeting Marcus. After picking her up from the driving school, she’d barely driven at all.
Most of the time, she took a cab or used Marcus’s driver.
After psyching herself up, she slowly pulled out onto the road.
Watching her tense grip on the steering wheel, Julian felt like his life was in her hands.
“Relax,” he said. “You’ve got this.”
“I am relaxed,” she insisted, staring straight ahead.
He smiled. “Worst case, I died in your arms.”
“Please shut up.”
Every time he spoke, she got more nervous.
Julian made a zipper motion over his lips, but kept staring at her.
The thirty-minute drive took forty minutes , but they made it home.
She parked and let out a shaky breath.
When she turned, she saw Julian looking at her as if she were a hero.
“Wow, you’re amazing. First time driving and you nailed it. You’re basically born to race. Mount Akina really missed out on you.”
Her hands were still shaking as she unbuckled, but his praise made her secretly happy.
No crash. No trouble. Just a little slow.
That was progress.
When she got out, Julian leaned in again, teasing her.
“Some things feel hard at first, but once you do them a few times, they stop being scary and start being fun.”
She handed him the keys. “You talking about driving?”
It sounded like something else.
He grinned. “I’m talking about sneaking around. Do it with me a few more times, and you won’t fear getting caught by my brother.”
She glared at him. “You’re insane.”
She shouldn’t have been nice to him at all.
She turned and walked away.
After a few steps, she heard him cry out, “Ow, that hurts!”
She turned back and saw him limping toward her.
She crossed her arms, waiting to see what he was up to.
Julian limped up, looking pitiful. “Hey, I hurt my leg too.”
She didn’t believe him.
“Look, I’m bleeding.”
Only when he got closer did she see a dark stain spreading on his black pants.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
She snorted. “Like I’d worry about someone like you.”
His eyes curved into a smile as he leaned in, draping his arm over her shoulders. “Come on, help me upstairs.”
So much for giving her a choice.
She tried to resist, but ended up supporting him anyway.
At his door, she stopped. “You can go in by yourself.”
He tightened his arm around her, not letting her go, and whispered in her ear.
“Help me clean it up, okay?”
“I’ll let you go after you.”
She agreed, and his face lit up.
Last time she’d rushed in and out. This was the first proper look at his place.
Same layout and size as hers, just way colder.
All black and white.
She helped him onto the couch. “Where’s the first-aid kit?”
“In the drawer under the TV.”
She ran over, grabbed it, and started cleaning his hand.
Julian watched her quietly.
This version of her—this was the real one.
Happy when she was happy. Angry when she was angry. No pretending.
Alive!
Not the empty doll she was around Marcus.
He lowered his eyes, hiding the darkness inside.
“Your hand’s done.”
She tossed the used cotton into the trash. “Is it your thigh?”
“Yeah.”
“Then…”
She bit her lip. “Take off your pants. I’ll clean it.”
Julian nodded, eyes dark as he smiled. “My hand hurts. You do it for me.”
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