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some wishes I’d like you to fulfill tonight,” Julian whispers with lust-filled eyes.
    “I’d gladly fulfill them.” I’d rather fulfill his wishes, whatever they are, than have another woman fulfill them.
    “Let’s finish our champagne and head home,” Julian instructs. “Cheers to a successful viewing.” We click glasses and lock eyes.
    On the way home, driving in Julian’s Maserati Birdcage sports car, Julian expertly discusses famous works of art as though he were a professional art critic. Sometimes Julian’s intelligence blows my mind. He seems to know everything about everything, and it can be very intimidating at times.
    When we arrive home, Julian cradle lifts me and carries me through our home and into the “rape room.” He locks the door and lays me down on the four-poster king-sized bed. I make a half-hearted attempt to escape and dash toward the door. Julian grabs me by the waist, pulls my back against his chest, and holds me tight.
    “You’re not going anywhere,” he snarls into my ear. It’s his role-play voice—rough and cruel. I feel him place a gun to the side of my head. “You do as you’re told, understand?”
    “Yes,” I respond quickly. “Whatever you want.”
    “Get undressed and get on the bed,” Julian snarls.
    I slip out of my dress and lingerie, then sit at the edge of the bed.
    Julian points the gun at me. “Lay down on the bed, face down,” he demands.
    I lay down on my stomach and wait for further instructions. Julian walks around the bed, handcuffing my hands and feet to each of the four bed posters.
    I am spread eagle, at Julian’s mercy, and loving it. I feel Julian get behind me and press the muzzle of the gun to the back of my neck.
    “Please don’t hurt me,” I murmur.
    “I don’t intend to,” Julian responds. “Let me do what I want with you, and then you will be free to go.”
    I feel Julian gently run the cold, metal muzzle of the gun along my back and down my legs. “Such a sexy body,” he whispers.
    Julian smacks my ass hard with the palm of his hand several times. “That ass looks better red.”
    With my hands and legs handcuffed, there is no escaping. Julian thrusts inside me and sets a rough, fast pace as though he’s in a rush. He fucks me hard and ruthlessly. I moan as the friction against my g-spot and c-spot intensifies. I feel a blended orgasm coming on. My inner core clenches hard, aching for release.
    Julian grabs a chunk of my hair and pulls hard, causing my head to tilt back. He lets out a manly, primal roar as he moves faster.
    “I’m going to cum inside you,” he roars.
    My inner core clenches even harder and tighter with those words. “No,” I whine. “Please don’t cum in me. Anywhere but there.”
    “Shut up, bitch,” Julian snaps. At that moment, I feel a massive, hot explosion of his seed streaming inside me. I groan loudly as a climax rips through my body, taking me to a blissful high. My core clenches around his deeply imbedded cock as I shudder with pleasure.
    Julian continues jerking against me, milking the entire contents of his balls inside me while also hitting and rubbing against my g-spot and c-spot, intensifying my blended orgasm.
    My insides are drenched to the brim with Julian’s semen, and when he has nothing more to give me, he pulls out. He kisses the back of my neck. “I love you,” he says in his usual, loving tone, the cruelness in his voice from just a few minutes ago completely gone.
    My hands and legs are freed, and we lay in each other’s arms for a while before Julian carries me into our master bedroom.
     

 
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    The ringing of my cell phone wakes me. I shift in bed and whimper—every part of my insides is aching and raw. Julian has left a bottle of Advil on the bed stand. I swallow one and then pick up my cell.
    “Good morning, beautiful,” Julian says sweetly. “How are you feeling?”
    “I think you know how I’m feeling.” I smirk.
    “That’s part of the