Bound by Rapture by Megan D. Martin Page A

to see how she would respond to my threat against Victor and Chris. She would be smart to take it seriously. Them staying here at all was enough to make me psychotic, yet here I was agreeing to it. 
    I was a foolish, foolish man. I didn’t have to be told. I knew it. When it came to Julia I was nothing but a lost, lovesick puppy. I wanted her to be happy, to be well. Less than twenty minutes ago she had been laying in her bed staring up at the ceiling counting the popcorn, lost in her own world. I’d bent over backward trying to wake her out of it. I’d done everything. I’d told her stories about my childhood. Told her about the first time I saw her. 
    I even sang to her. Out of tune and badly, I sang to her. But nothing worked. I’d finally reached the edge of my panic, about to dive in and completely lose my mind when I called the psychologist. 
    It didn’t matter, though. Because he woke her up. 
    I’d stood there watching it all take place. I was sure there was no way in a million years Victor’s presence would change anything, but then it did. One minute she was gone and the next she was smiling up at that asshole, holding his hand. 
    I’d poured my heart out like a fucking little girl, and all he had to do was show his stupid face and she was all roses and dandelions, happy and normal. I should have been content she was okay, that was what I wanted, but I couldn’t stop the sting, the burn of anger and jealousy rushing through my veins. 
    “Fine,” she said. 
    I flicked my fingers against the pebbled peak of her nipple and she moaned. The sound made my cock kick into her palm.
    “Just fine?”
    “Yes,” she moaned, gripping my dick harder, letting her eyes flutter closed. 
    “You don’t want to fuck him?” 
    “No.”
    “Look at me,” I demanded. 
    Her eyes popped open, the crystal blue so bright and clear. “Only you. No one else.”
    Her voice was breathless, sweet, like honey I wanted to coat myself in. I knew if I reached into her panties, her cunt would be wet, ready for me. 
    “Do you remember all those times you fucked him?” The words were more bitter than I expected them to be. But I couldn’t help it. She woke up for him. 
    “Why are you asking me this?”
    “I want to know.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Of course I remember.”
    “Did you like it?” I let my hand slide farther down over her stomach, teasing along her panty line.
    “These are stupid questions.” She let go of my dick.
    “No.” I thrust myself against her. “Keep touching me.” 
    She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not going to touch you if that’s what you’re going to talk about.”
    I gripped her hand and forced it back to my dick. The fucker throbbed, ready to tear everything away and be buried inside her. “Do you think about it, about fucking him?”
    “Cole—”
    “Does it make you wet, Julia?” The memories of her fucking Vic were like old wounds ripped open. All the hate, the jealousy, the need to make her mine swam viciously in deep pools of anger. 
    “I don’t know, Cole. Do you get hard when you think about fucking Elaine?” 
    “No.” My answer was instantaneous. 
    “You really didn’t fuck her?” she asked as if she was just now remembering the revelation that had us both distracted enough for Jay to get his handcuffs in front of him. 
    I took a step back. “Nope.” The air between us seemed to crack and sizzle even though there was no longer contact. 
    “What are you doing?” Her chest was heaving, her big breasts bouncing in a way that made me want to go to my knees and worship her like the goddess she was. 
    “I’m leaving so you can take a shower.” The words emerged with difficulty. 
    The normal part of me wanted to rip those tiny emerald panties off her body and fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to remember her own name. But the other part of me, a part I didn’t see very often, wanted to punish her. For fucking that bastard while I watched. For