You Will Never Be Mine | 18+ (COMPLETED)

The bet

-"Aren't you worried about your boyfriend?" -Julian asked surprising Leila while she brushed her hair before bed.

-"What are you doing here?" -she asked seeing him in her bedroom.

-"You thought I didn't notice you looking at him..." -he ignored her question. -"I know about you two. There was something going on before, wasn't it?" -he took the brush out of her hand and started to brush her hair while looking at her in the mirror.

She didn't respond and he smirked, winning again. -"Don't worry. I'm sure that Carmen girl is keeping him good company tonight." -he provoked the anger out of her eyes.

She laughed surprising him. -"Is that suppose to make me angry with Dylan?" -she asked. -"You want me to despise him? To hate him? You want me to forget about him and choose you?"

He stopped brushing her hair. The words made him angry. And he wasn't the kind of guy who'll get into his emotions. But somehow she'd always find a way to provoke them out of him.

-"Unlike you, Dylan never imprisoned me, never made me do something I didn't want. He knows me and respects me. Never made me do anything out of my will." -she continued and he turned her to him now capturing her in that chair with both of his arms on the mirror table behind her. You could smell the danger in the air, but still she didn't look down but right into his eyes.

Then he leaned over to her ear and whispered: -"I think I know you better than him. I think I know you better then yourself." -the words both scared and excited her. She hated it.

-"You want this, you want to be held down, want to be caged...want to belong..." -he said brushing his tounge over her earlobe reminding her of the power he had over her. -"And of course, you hate how I make you feel. And that's why you're here, and not with him." -he explained.

Part of her knew that he's telling the truth. He could see right through her. After everything, he made her feel alive, made her fight and give in and then fight again.

-"I don't belong to anyone!" -she pushed him away, but he grabbed her chin with his hand making her look at him.

-"Oh, sweet Leila, I beg the differ." -he said and kissed her. She returned the kiss with the same passion both loving and hating how he's affecting her.

Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her up right from that chair and sat her to that table behind her, pulling up her dress and pushing her panties to the side while entering her hard making her grab his hair and moan loudly to his ear.

-"Say it!" -he commaneded, -"Say that you're mine!"

She didn't however, and it only made him fuck her harder.

Her nails were leaving marks on his back through his shirt and the pain was satisfiying, exploding, building up the desired peak that they've both wanted to reach...

-"Ahh..." -she was the first one to finish biting down on his lower lip making it bleed.

He pulled out in the last second before coming looking intensely into her eyes.

-"Sleep well, it's going to be a long day tomorrow." -he said pulling up his pants and walking out of her room leaving her catching her breath trying to comprehand what just happened.

In the morning he came back knocking on her door. She was already dressed and ready for the day. She opened the door letting him in and he closed it behind him while watching her put on a jacket.

-"You don't get to choose." -he started and she furrowed her eyebrows. She saw that her words did affect him last night making her half smile for that little win.

-"How can you even think that I'll ever love you?" -she asked getting so close to him that she can feel the warm of his body next to hers.

She really meant what she asked. How can he ever compare to someone like Dylan? The one who always put her freedom above anything else. The one that cared so much about her dreams that he chose to let her go. It hurt however. She remembered what Dylan has said to her just last night.

Julian wasn't stupid. He knew excatily what she's thinking asking that question.

-"My bet's on us." -he said.

He wasn't the one to give up either. And in some sort of fucked up way, she knew right then and there that he indeed loved her.