Page 79 of Psychotic Nightmares

“Come lie here, treasure.” He taps on the bed, then raises his eyebrow at an almost naked Dante who follows me in. “Been having fun without me it seems.” I wait for his rage, but he just grins again. “I guess that means I get to have you to myself later.” He winks. That last sentence makes my heart soar, I’ve been waiting for years to have Julian. To seeallof him, to feelallof him. To have him inside me. And now I finally get the chance, I don’t think I can wait until later.

I need himnow. Even though I’m still aching and sensitive from what's just happened. But it’s Julian, he’s harder to convince than Dante. Hewillmake me wait.

Fucking prick.

Hasn’t three years been long enough?

Dante chuckles and shakes his head. I make my way across to Julian, leaning down to kiss him. He puts down his tea, grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto his lap. The cold metal of his belt buckle feels nice against the heated skin of my legs. His hard dick twitches under the denim against my core making me moan into his mouth. I hear Dante walk away, saying something about dinner. Julian squeezes my ass, pinching and massaging my naked skin. I start unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, grazing my fingers down the skin as it gets exposed.

My body is exhausted from the multiple orgasms they’ve given me. But my heart begs me to take him.

“I love you, Grace.” He licks up my neck. “I’ve loved you for so fucking long. And now you’re mine.”

“Ours.” Dante calls from wherever he is.

“Ours.” Julian growls theword as I try and fail to hold back the giggle that escapes, his chest vibrating under my hands as I play with the patch of hair he has there. “You’re never leaving us, treasure. You’re ours to keep now. Until death do us part.”

“We’re not married, Julian.” I roll my eyes cheekily.

Although, I wouldn’t mind marrying them if it was legal. I would gladly wear two rings on my finger if it meant I was connected to them for life.

“No, but that doesn’t mean we won’t treat you like a husband treats their wife. We love you Grace. We belong to you now, just as much as you belong to us.”His hands move from my ass to my back. He starts stroking delicate strokes up and down my spine. My body goes slack against him. “Don’tleave us, treasure.” I can’t promise anything so stay quiet, I don’t want to leave them, I never want to let them go. But with his hot and cold personality, he might scare me away again. His fingers glide from my back to my ribs, then down to my hips. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“I need you too.” I answer honestly.

“I shouldn’t have denied you all those times. I literally cockblocked myself for three years.” He kisses my neck. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No, you were being considerate considering that every time I tried to get you in bed I was drinking.” He moves lower, kissing the base of my throat. “I get more confident with alcohol in me. And you're quite intimidating.” He laughs quietly. “So, thank you for not taking advantage of me. And I swear, if you tell me no when I’m sober, I will kick your ass. You have three years to make up for.”

“Hmm, I do.” He presses his lips to mine. “But first, I want to give you a tattoo.”

“What?” I lean back, look around and finally notice all the tattooing equipment. “You can tattoo?”

“Yeah, it’s what I love to do. I even did it as a day job for a while. Until I couldn’t handle both jobs.” He lets out a heavy sigh.

“Julian.” My heart drops at that sigh. “You don’t have to do what you’re doing, you know that right? If you want to be a tattooist you can.”

“I know, treasure.” He pecks the corner of my mouth.

“Think about it, please Julian. I would hate for you to get caught one day. For us all to get caught. What would happen to the kids? Anya’s just had her baby, they need us to help them.” Tears pool in my eyes. “I know you vowed to take out all the uncles. And we are so close to finding them all. But I don’t think I could carry on after, not if it means risking being taken away from my child.”

“Grace.” I shake my head.

“I’ve never lived a normal life, Julian. And now I have a chance to, with you. With Dante. With the kids. Please, think about it, for me.” I take his lips in mine. “I can’t lose you, Mr Stalker.” I shuffle closer to him, working my way down his jaw to his throat, he groans deeply. “Ican’tlose you.” I kiss what must be a sensitive spot on his neck as he shivers.

“I will think about it, baby.” He promises. “Now get on the table. I need to get started, the quicker it’s done, the quicker I get to be inside you.” My whole body flushes. I’m not used to such words in real life. “Fuck, I love how innocent you are.” He nips at my jaw. “Up on the table, Grace. Because I swear if you grind against me one more time, I’ll take you here and now. And I know you need a break.”

“No, I needyou.” I moan, kissing his neck again. His hands hold my hips tight, stopping me from grinding on him.

“Table, now.” He groans under his breath.

“Okay.” I giggle, climbing off him. “Do you have a design in mind or do I get to pick?”

“I know exactly what I want to do, treasure. You just have to choose where you want it.” He adjusts himself and takes a shaky breath.

“Wherever it hurts less.” I smile.

“Arm or thigh.” He smiles back, straightening his gloves.