Elena POV
The text from my mother came just after midnight.
Landing at 8 a.m. Be home by nine.
I stared at the glowing screen until the words blurred. Julian took the phone from my hand, he read it, and set it face-down on the nightstand. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes went darker.
“One more night,” he said.
That was all.
He pushed me against the wall in the hallway and f****d me standing, one hand under my thigh, the other braced beside my head.
Every thrust was deep and punishing. I clawed at his shoulders and moaned into his mouth while he bit down on the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark I would have to hide tomorrow.
He held me up and kept going until I was sobbing his name and dripping down my thighs.
We barely made it to the bedroom. He
