Chapter 134: Weakness and Strength

Hours pass. I gave a startled shriek and my body stiffened up when Julian’s long fingers played with everything in between my legs. He had me pinned to his bed this time. And though my chain had been unlocked from the side of his bed, he still clenched it in his hand as he bit and sucked at my neck.

*Fucking hell, you horny bastard!*

Our first time fucking on his bed felt a little different from now. There was no pleasure in this, no matter how it felt. It burned me up that it’s come to this. Both of my hands were bandaged up, both burning with pain each time I put too much of a strain on them.

My legs trembled, trying to stay in control, when his fingers began to pump in and out of me, adding another digit each time. I lifted my knee and smashed my knee into his ribcage before he could add the fourth finger since I didn’t have the power to tell him to stop by my voice. The tightness of the collar was making it hard to breathe again.

“I’m sorry.” His breathing was heavy as he released my neck from his teeth. I could feel a black hickey or bruise formed there, if not both. I jolted again when his lips grazed down to my breasts and he ran his tongue slowly over my nipple before sucking it harshly. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. He still knew everything that turned me on during our fuck sessions, and it made me hate him more. My breasts felt heavy and uncomfortable, not to mention that were sensitive to the touch lately and not from endless fondling.

“Do you mind? I’m already in pain and I’m exhausted! Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone so that I can get some sleep??”

“So that you can dream about Liam?” Julian’s hostility was deeper than mine, and it took me by surprise.

I was being sassy as an excuse to get his attention off of me so that I could use that broken piece of mirror to use and make a run for it. Well, somewhat run… my wounded thigh was definitely going to be a problem in my escape.

“Mind your own! What I dream about isn’t yo–AH!” I let out a high-pitched yelp when he thrust himself inside of me. I almost forgot how big he gets when he’s really turned on. I bit my lip again to keep myself from moaning. *I don’t like this. I don’t like this. I don’t like this!*

Instead of taking out his frustrations in each thrust, he went at the pace and deepness that I preferred, and it made my body quiver in response. Julian gently massaged my tender breasts while kissing and nipping at the sweet spot on my neck. “You’re… a fucking… AH–ass!” I tried to curse him without moaning. Each swift thrust made a few slip out of me. *I hate him so fucking much!* It was hard to curse him even in my thoughts until I finally caved; wrapping my good leg around his waist and my arms around the back of his neck. I told myself I’d hate myself later before finally kissing him back passionately. Like any other time when I showed him I wanted him to, he let out a startled moan and completely lost his composure. He released the chain around my neck and started to thrust at his own pace. I winced when he got considerably rougher to the point his bed kept knocking against the wall. Still shamefully hating my entire being, my nails dug into his back as I reached my orgasm. Even at a moment like this, I couldn’t help but feel smug pride when this makes his orgasm too on the spot, too worked up to stop himself.

I coughed and pushed his head away from mine as soon as he stopped shivering and his cock stopped pulsing. “Get the fuck off of me, you nasty ass piece of shit.”

*I’m just as much as a piece of shit.*

Julian released a tired sigh while rolling off of me before tightly embracing me against his chest, a routine that I had grown comfortable with until now. Shit. I don’t think I can break free. He hummed while snuggling his cheek against my head. “Don’t you see? I can take better care of you, far better than what Liam ever can.” he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that.”

*I should’ve known…*

My jaw clutched as my body stiffened. The last part sounded like a threat. Jack’s warning crossed my mind, on how I shouldn’t break up with Julian. Is this what he was scared of…? Did he know this was going to happen? Why didn’t he tell me?? I knew one thing for sure. That threat was another way of saying, ‘*If I can’t have you, then no one can.*’

*Dammit.*

My hopes of Mom coming to my rescue were dying fast. By now, it’s become clear there’s no going back. Julian has fucking lost it and I was worried that he’ll do something to my mom and that Gabriel will be powerless against it.

I didn’t respond to Julian. Anything I say, whatever I sassed, it’ll be in vain and it might just end up making my situation worse. My silence must’ve made him feel more dominant in our relationship because his smile stretched as he cuddled me again.

*Shit… am I fucked either way?*

After a while, I still couldn’t find any sleep, even if I tried. Meanwhile, his breaths slowed and his body grew heavy. *Bingo. I think.* As slowly and carefully as I could, I slid my way down like a worm. Yanking my way out was a surefire way to wake him up and get my ass chained to the side of his bed again.

*This is it.*

I slid my chain slowly out of his hand.

*Now’s my chance.*

I adjusted my nightgown and put on my thongs, the only underwear he gave me. My heart started pounding so intensely that I had completely forgotten the shard of mirror hidden under his bed.

*I’m getting the fuck outta here NOW.*

With a wary limp, I slowly opened the door so that the creak wouldn’t wake Julian and I looked down the hallway for any signs of Grace before stepping out and limping my way toward the staircase.

Should I get one of their car keys and drive? I’ll be able to get out of here in a breeze if I could steal one. But I’m fucked if I’m caught. How far while I make it limping on the side of the road before Julian notices that I’m gone?

*Mother fucking hell! Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.*

I was impatient. I want out NOW. Fuck the keys! I kept my eyes peeled for the littlest of movements as I made my way around the mansion. My anxiety spiked when I made it to the staircase. If one of the twins waltz by then I’m fucked for sure. Julian would put 20 more chains around my neck and Grace would probably push me down.

*C’mon, don’t pussy out!*

I gripped the railing tightly and made my way down, one step at a time. The bandages on my thigh were turning red again the more I put pressure on them. I had to use my hand with the dislocated thumb and it made the whole thing twice as worse. My impatience almost made me stumble down the stairs several times, but with shaky relief, I finally made it and hopped my way to the front door without looking back.

With a single swing of a wooden door, cold hair swept through my hair as a refreshing drizzle kissed my face. I’m free.