𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑢𝑠 & 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑎

Chapter 11 🤭

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Cillian

I told her everything. From my mother's rape to secretly hating some of the skins on Fortnite, given that it's an old game, made thirty-nine years ago in two thousand eighteen, but that's not the point. The point is I had fallen in love with her; I was going to marry her, and damn that ass, which is also not the point but whatever.

I don't want to face her again, not when I know I can't bring myself to kill her. I spent two years of my everyday life with this woman; granted, no one in my family knew about her until she told me some bullshit about revenge, but that was only because Delora was too afraid, afraid of being rejected from my family, so I was gonna give her time.

I fucked up, and I'm going to fuck up if and when I do meet her. I could have killed her, but I couldn't, that and the fact that she was pregnant.

But there is also shit Delora does that doesn't make sense for someone portrayed as cold and heartless. I didn't name my daughter; she did. She wrote in that note that she could not keep Harlow-Royalty safe in her own house.

But then, how was she going to get revenge? How is she going to kill me?

She said, "You'll be better than I will, regrettably,"

That and the fact that she could've killed me multiple times, I've been at Julius's place and sent her my location if she ever wanted to come. She had the opportunity and never took it, and she told me that she wasn't even close to her father and never visited his grave.

That could've been a lie, but I'm dead set on proving that Delora now is acting, not the Delora from twelve years ago.

Did she never love me back? Even thinking about that doesn't fuel me enough to kill her. It just makes my grown ass wanna cry.

So I settled for playing Fortnite to forget about my life struggles. I hope Delora didn't lie to me. I'd want her to be the mother of my second child, not some other bitch. But, if it turns out she's been lying to me, she'd die, and Harlow-Royalty would never know her mother.

When we reached Granada, I realized that because of that stupid fucking ambush, I left my game at the hotel. Yes, I brought it, and I hooked it to the tv because hotels have shitty ass shows on.

But it was fun watching it with Delora.

Jesus fucking christ, I'm a thirty-five-year-old man with a daughter sulking over a woman who left me ten years ago. We arrive at Barceló Granada Congress, a hotel in Granada, and I just walk up to my room.

I probably shouldn't do that since I barely know what the fuck we're doing, but I've had enough with the singing, and I'm pissed cause now I have nothing to do, and I have to rebuy my gaming console.

I lay on the bed, exhaling in comfort. "Fuck." I groan.

"You braided your hair...." I sit up, grab my gun, and look around the hotel. "And you have a 12 gauge pistol, so sexy."

The woman came into view.

Brown curly hair, light brown eyes, tan skin, plumped lips, always wearing a dressing suit.

"Delora," I said with clenched teeth.

She smiles softly, even with my gun pointed at her. "Mi amor, mi corazón, how are you? It's been a while." (My love, my heart)

I scoff. "Don't call me that, don't fucking do that. You lost that right."

Delora remains calm, walking up to me and holding the gun's barrel. "I missed you. I missed our daughter," She pulls the gun out of my dumbass grip and throws it on the floor, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I missed your el carajo." (Dick)

I'm getting hard. How stupid can someone be? Love doesn't make someone this stupid. I refuse to blame my stupidity on my love for her.

"I've been watching, she's so beautiful, and it's so sexy when you're being a dad."

"You abandoned her."

"I gave her up because of my situation. I gave her to her father. I'm not delusional, Cillian."

Delora plays with my braids, and my hands naturally wrap around her waist. "You fucking left me." My hands applied pressure to her waist in anger.

"I fucking love you, it–it wasn't my choice!" Delora says.

I furrow my brows. "Wha–"

Delora cuts me off, kissing me. "Show me how angry you are with me." She turns around, rubbing her ass against my rock-hard dick.

"Fuck," I groan, pushing her against the wall, taking her pants and panties down as I sloppily take off my pants.

"Please, Cillian," she pleads as my dick rubs against her slick folds.

"I fucking hate you." I plunge into her, ramming into her without giving her time to adjust. I pull her hips back, pounding into her back as she claws the walls. "I told you everything, and you fucking bullshit me, you fucking bitch."

Delora grabs my wrist. "W–wait, Cillian, fuck," She clenches, making me groan. "I'm sorry. I love you."

I slap her ass, bent her down, and fuck her harder, pumping deeper into her, purposefully hitting her cervix. "No, you don't."

She squeals in pleasure. "I do–fuck, I'm cumming!"

I turn her over, lifting her up and ramming back inside her, watching her eyes roll back as I grab her neck and bounce her up and down on my dick, hard and deep. Pounding deep into her pussy as she clenches harder, quivering around my throbbing dick. "Cillian!"

"Fuck...." I groan as she flushes my dick with her cum, making me cum in her.

Delora pecks my lips, putting her pants back on as I realize the depth of my shit. I just had sex with a woman who threatened to kill my family.

I shake my head, sighing. "Delora fuck out of my face and go get a plan b."

"Cillian–"

"I'm fucking serious." I glare at her. "I can't kill you, but I'm not having another kid with you."

"We already have one–"

"That thinks you're dead! She thinks that you're dead." I shout. "Just go away, Delora, take a plan b and fuck off. I can't bring myself to kill you."

Delora nods calmly. "I love you; I truly do love you, Mi amor, mi corazón." (My love, my heart)

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

I tried doing a mature scene in a man's POV...how was it?

Delora and Cillian?