My Stepbrother Wants Me-Chapter 109: Being His Naughty Wildcat

Catherine’s POV

Looking at Julian— seeing the way his hands still trembled, and his eyes darted toward the door every time there was a noise from outside, made me feel a need to protect him. But underneath this feeling, I was also scared. Richard and my mom were back now, which meant that being inside his room wasn’t safe for either of us.

"Hey," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own racing heart. "I have to go. We don’t want them thinking that the picture is real. You know... If Richard or my mom starts looking for us, it will be very hard to get out of the mess."

I started to pull my hand away, intending to stand, but Julian’s fingers clamped around my wrist fast. He looked up at me with wide eyes, filled with a raw, echoing loneliness that shattered whatever resolve I had.

"Please, I need you," he rasped, his voice cracking. "Don’t leave me here. I can’t... I can’t be alone with this. Not now."

I hesitated, looking at the door and then back at him. Staying here was too risky, but the sight of him; this broken, scarred boy who had just let me see his soul, was more than I could turn away from.

"Please," he whispered again, pulling gently on my hand. "Just come into the bed for a little while. I want you to hold me. Please."

I nodded slowly, the fear of getting caught got replaced by my need to steady him. "Okay," I breathed. "Only for a little while."

I climbed onto the oversized bed, then propped myself up against the heavy headboard. Julian didn’t hesitate. He moved toward me, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. He lowered his head into my lap and I wrapped one arm around his neck, my fingers instinctively finding the soft hair at the nape of his neck, while my other hand gripped his tightly.

We stayed like that for several minutes. The only sound in the room was the shaky hitch of his breathing. I could feel the tremors running through his body, small shocks of trauma that his "cold" mask could no longer contain. I stroked his hair, trying to project a calm I didn’t feel.

"You’re still shaking," I murmured, leaning my head back against the wood. "Holding you... it doesn’t seem to be working, Julian. You’re still feeling so much hurt."

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he simply squeezed my hand so hard, pressing his face deeper into the fabric of my skirt. He was seeking a grounding force, a way to drown out all the dreadful memory, but it wasn’t that easy.

Looking down at him, I began to observe the sharp line of his jaw and the way his long lashes cast shadows against his pale skin and that instant, a dirty thought struck my mind.

I leaned down, my lips hovering just inches from his ear. "I think," I whispered, my voice dropping into a low, sultry register, "that I know a better way to relieve you of all this stress."

Julian’s breath hitched. He slowly raised his eyes to mine, the haunted look in them changing as he registered the change in my tone. I met his gaze squarely, letting a slow, deliberate smile play on my lips. Then, I caught my lower lip between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make the blood rush to the surface.

I watched as Julian’s eyes darkened, the pupils dilating until the blue was almost gone. A low, deep moan escaped his lips, it was a sound of pure want that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

My head lowered to meet his face, my hair falling like a curtain around us. I pouted my lips to kiss him but stopped midway. Choosing to play naughty, I let my tongue dart out, slowly licking the seam of his lower lip, tasting the alcohol he drank.

Julian let out a groan that vibrated against my thighs. He raised his hand to my head and let his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me down with a fast and, hungry desperation.

"Not too fast," I broke the kiss. "Behave, Julie. I’m the one who is trying to relief you of your stress, so I take the lead. That clear?"

He let out a low chuckle and nodded, then I used my hand to demonstrate to him to sit up. He did at once, while I stood from the bed and moved to the floor, his eyes watching every single move I made.

I looked around the room and found the bourbon, my thoughts getting crazier. I twisted my head a bit to see Julian. He was still looking at me. After giving him a wink, I took my shirt off and threw it to his face, leaving me in just my red bra and short.

His eyes shot at me with impatience, desire and want, he was ready to pounce on me once I said the word. Too bad that this was on my terms and I wasn’t in a hurry to get fucked.

"Cath..."

Before he could complete his sentence, my index finger moved to my lips, urging him to keep quiet. I could feel how hard he was by the burning look he gave me and that only increased the urge to torture him, so I dragged the finger down my lips slowly, till my lips parted and I buried the finger in my mouth, sucking it like it was a lollipop.

He opened his mouth to speak, breathing out pure lust. I noticed he was about to speak and silenced him with a hard glare, reminding him that he was supposed to stay quiet.

After making sure he was being a good boy, I turned around and headed for the alcohol, swaying my hips to arouse him the more.

I reached the table and grabbed the bottle.

"Wait Cat, that has over 50 percent of alcohol, you can’t take it."

"And who says I am?" I asked, turning back to him. "Would you drink this off my body if I told you to?" I asked again, before he would respond to the initial "rhetorical question.

He bent his head to a side, the smirk on his face very obvious. "You continue to amaze me, Wildcat."

I dropped the bottle down the table, my eyes not leaving him as I unbuttoned my short. My gaze only tore from him when I bent down to slide the short off my legs. I picked the alcohol back.

Without saying anything, I poured the content of the bottle on my boobs, letting it pour down body, soaking my bra and my panties.

Julian didn’t wait for my command. He couldn’t take the torture anymore, he stood up and strode to me with speed. His hands wrapped around my waist and he carried me up, placing me on the table.

"You are mine," he muttered before bending his head and placing his lips on my boob, licking and sucking them.

The move was explosive, not gentle; it was a collision. While his tongue and mouth sent me to ecstasy, I was trying to scream without making a sound.

His hands slid up my waist again, in frantic and hot touch, as he began to pull me closer, dragging me down until I was lying flush against him.

I was reaching for the hem of his shirt, when a sharp sound interrupted the haze of our passion.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

We both froze. Julian’s hands locked on my hips, his eyes snapping toward the door, the fire in them instantly replaced by terror. My blood went ice-cold.

"Fuck. Who could that be?"

The voice came from the other side of the door.

"Hey Julian, it’s Lisa."

My heart stopped. It was my mother. I scrambled back, nearly knocking the bottle off the table in my haste to create distance. Julian shut his eyes tight, his chest heaving, his face pale as he frantically tried to smooth his hair and adjust his shirt.

"Julian?" she called again, her voice sounding even more desperate. "I need to talk to you. Please open the door."

I looked at Julian, my eyes wide with panic. If she walked in and saw me here—oh fuck me! I didn’t want to think about that. I couldn’t let her.

"Don’t say anything, let’s get her to assume you are as..."

"And don’t even pretend you are asleep, I heard noises before I knocked," mother’s voice rang from outside.

I took a sharp breath and let it out immediately, my brain searching for another way out.

"Should I tell her you to come back later?"

That didn’t sound like a good idea to me. What if mom leaves and goes to my room to check on me and finds out I’m not in?

"No- no," I hurriedly replied him, the thought of explaining where I was to my mom already scaring the shit out of me.

My eyes darted around the room. "Gather my clothes, I’ll hide in your bathroom. I am sure mom won’t try to snoop around your room, so it’s safe."

"Are you sure about this?"

With a nod, I answered. "Yes, trust me."