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𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴

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A powerful man sat in the far corner of the virtually black room.

He was undoubtedly one of the world's youngest males to have such status.

Tonight, he observes his employer, who was an undercover cop, evaluating the man who had managed to deceive him.

Daniel sat in handcuffs across from the officer, his face expressionless and his eyes darting about the room, almost suspiciously.

By now, Julius would've had him in the palm of his hands, sinfully making him squirm in misery and begging the heavens to let them have him.

Call him whipped all you want, but if he didn't do as Hazel said, he'd fear the very most. He didn't want to scare her any further by killing Daniel, especially since he'd just gotten her back.

"Why did you fire your gun at Julius Santo?"

Daniel raises his eyes to the male, his handcuffs jiggling in front of his face.

"Get me out of these first and then we'll talk."

Confidence oozes off of him, the sick expression on his face made Julius madden in more anger, his fists clenching at his sides and tempts not to hit the screen.

The undercover cop chuckles and slams his hands on the table, looking down at the young male.

"You don't make the orders here. Speak now or you'll be locked up for good."

Daniel chuckles and shakes his head with profound amusement.

"I'm going to be locked up anyway, what's the point. He's watching right now isn't he?"

This caused the cop to pause for a bit before gazing up into the camera that was capturing the interview.

The cop and Julius initiate eye contact and Julius had had enough.

Julius raised his chin and slammed his laptop screen shut, rage coursing through his veins.

When his phone vibrated in his pocket, he reached for it and placed it to his ear.

Julius wanted to know the reason why Daniel had shot him. He guessed it would've been out of jealously, or for some reason had the need to blow his head off because he wanted to catch a 'bad guy'.

Although Julius thinks it might be deeper than that.

"Tell the chief to send him to Townsville Hillary Prison."

The male on the other line frowns.

—

"Those are my orders, Devon."

With that, Julius throws his phone back into his pocket and closes his eyes for a minute.

It was late now. He decided to make this happen tonight, well, early morning, since he didn't want Hazel hearing any of it. Or to see him like this.

He knew she'd be fast asleep considering it to be three in the morning, though when he heard the soft steps of her feet hitting the floorboards, he reopened his eyes and looked at the door.

Hazel slowly turns the handle and peaks her little nose through the crack of the door. Her eyes drift to his after a brief search of the room, and she lets out a small sneeze as she does so, causing him to chuckle.

Sniffling, the door opens wider and she gives him a sluggish smile.

"I heard you talking. You should be resting, Juls, we only got home a few hours ago." Her lips frown and her eyes drop with concern.

Julius leans back in his chair and motions for her to come over with his hand, all the while staring at her with virtually sultry eyes while doing so.

Her steps were quiet and stiff as if trying to be as silent as possible.

As her entire body comes into focus, he rakes his gaze down from the bare flesh of her thighs to the cleavage of her breasts peaking between the top button of her nightshirt.

He was thankful for the darkness, otherwise, his very obvious boner would've been looking straight at her sore eyes.

Hazel stands in front of him, her head tilting in the dark to look at Julius. The light from the door behind them allowed Julius to see her features better, he noticed the bite of her lip and the inert strings of her bangs falling to the side of her face.

As if his lazy gaze made her nervous, she shuffles her feet and looks at something behind him.

This only made him smirk with arrogance.

"Come here, Hazel."

He could make out how much lower his voice went. Only she could do that to him.

Once her eyes fall right back down to him, Hazel watched with inquisitive eyes when his hands fell to the lower part of her hips, trailing up further to her waist until Julius made her ass sit right in his lap.

A soft gasp left her parted mouth, the hard length of his cock touched her most sensitive area, or more like pushed against it.

Julius had to hold in his grunts and keep his shit together for her. Even if Hazel looked even more beautiful as she turned red and released the smallest of hums and gasps from her mouth.

"Juls, what are you doing?" She looks up at him through her lashes, the innocent look in her gaze had him nearly seeing stars.

"Let's talk." He manages to say. He didn't smile, he didn't laugh, he merely focused on her lips and her eyes and didn't move an inch.

Hazel takes a deep breath and looks down at their entwined bodies, her hands trailing up his shoulders and around the back of his neck, locking her grasp.

Julius felt his blood pressure rise with heat, his body felt like it was on fire, and he knew they wouldn't be leaving this room as innocently as they had entered.

"What do you want to talk about?" She cocks her head to the side, unintentionally letting her thighs rub against his clothed skin.

His teeth grated together in pure torment, he was surprised with how well he was holding back.

Julius slowly inched closer to her, his lips mere centimetres away from her lips and his cool breath fanned them as he spoke.

"Where did you get this set from?" He loops his pinky finger over the top of her nightshirt, in between the gap of the first button with his knuckle lightly grazing the crease of her breasts.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, tempting him more and more to take those lips and kiss them all night.

"I went shopping with Trace and Gracie, bought' it at a store." She whispers ever so softly. Her voice was humming through her chest and right to the heat in his pants.

Julius doesn't make a move or say anything. He simply stares at her and watches her gaze shift between his eyes and his mouth.

"I like them." He admits, his fingers expertly playing with the top button. Hazel stares at his fingers eagerly, he watches her eyes widen and stare entirely at the way he slowly unbuttons it.

The very desire that oozes from them wraps over them both like an invisible blanket, and the dark Pitts of the sky let no one but their own gazes view their illicit antics.

Julius doesn't let his gaze wander; instead, he kisses the point of her jaw and gently caresses her ear with his words.

"How do you feel, Angel?"

Her breathing becomes heavier and her locked hands slowly loosen.

"Good."

Her answer was at the least satisfactory for him, he could feel, hear the way he made her feel. So he asks for her permission to allow him to make her feel great.

"I can make you feel better, do you want that Hazel?" The linger of his lips brushes upon her neck, exhilarating goosebumps to her skin.

Hazel's head falls to the side, needing his lips to fall all around her neck and to kiss her all over.

"I do, Julius."

The way her tongue spoke his name, the hum and breath of her voice pulsating through his veins shone a different glow on them both.

He grips her chin between his fingers, their lips level each other and their breaths collide with rhythm.

Around the curve of her waist, Julius extends his hand to the surface of her stomach, his long fingers gliding over the silk fabric, the heat of his palms soaking right through to her flesh.

Her breathing gets heavier, her chest rubs against his, her nipples piercing against his ripped abs.

Julius brings her face forward, their lips graze now.

His fingers unbutton another button, the curve of her breasts revealed in the dark.

The soft stroke of his tongue wetting his lips and brushing her top one emitted the lowest moan from her, and Julius found himself pushing against her.

Another moan, a louder one, came from her.

A desperate look pleaded in her gaze, her eyes drooped with the laziness of passion and need.

"What else did you buy?" He asks her, another button released.

His eyes never falter, his lips still allow theirs to touch.

"Um," She softly breathes, looking down at only his lips. "I bought chocolate,"

He couldn't help but let out a little smile.

"Of course you did." He allows his fingers to travel to the last button, the flesh of her breasts still hidden under the silk and he was so greedy to have her full breasts in the palm of his hands.

"Anything else?"

Hazel gulps, slowly looking up into his eyes.

Julius felt his breath halt in his throat, the beautiful swirls of colour in her gaze. The warmth and innocence that now also held sin so raw and fresh.

"Underwear." She whispers, blushing but not looking away. He took this as a challenge, he unbuttons the last of her nightshirt and the soft skin of her chest releases.

"Are you wearing them now?" He lifts a brow, resting his palm on her stomach. Her eyes flutter down to his hand, the way her stomach heaves out and in with her breaths rapidly.

When she looks back up, she nods slowly.

"Yes."

Passion collides with love.

Their lips fall on one another's, a sweet fire burns through them and erupts across their skin. Julius' lips mesh with hers, and his lips move soundly and longingly.

Hazel's hands fly up into his locks of hair, her fingers through his locks caused grunts to leave his mouth that attacked hers.

Julius could feel every touch and scent and taste of her. He felt as if he knew her completely.

With every caress of her breasts gliding and colliding with the fabric of his shirt, he felt every need to rip the fabric off of his body and allow their flesh to press together.

The dirtiest of thoughts ran through his mind, he found himself caught up in the lust of her lips.

She gasps for air, her lower body grinds against his cock through his sweats and her shorts. He grunts uncontrollably and holds her tighter, closer.

His palm finds her breast, his thumb moving around the erect, pink nipple. His gaze was down at her full breasts, loving the way they sat and how purely erotic her body was. Her beauty.

Before he could do anything else, see anything else, Hazel had done something that surprised him most.

He finds her gaze, observing her as she slowly rubbed her soft palm over him through his sweats. The soft motion made his legs spread wider, his jaw clench in ache.

"Can I touch you how you taught me?" He finds her eyes again, purely in bliss as he nods his head.

But he grips her chin, leaving her movements to pause.

"But only if you want to." He looks at her sternly, watching as she shakes her head.

Hazel brings her lips to his, kissing him softly.

"I want to."

Her fingers crawl under his pants, under his boxers and she grips him softly.

The tenderness of her touch was the opposite of how hard his cock was, then as it came into sight, her palm around him and as she stroked, he loses all self-control.

Hazel's hand moves up and down slowly, her hand didn't fit around him completely and that somehow made him even hornier. The motion of her tongue peeking between her lips before her bottom lip went between her teeth.

She stares up at him, her gaze lazy and lust-filled.

Julius runs both of his hands up and around her skin. Skimming passed her stretch marks and up her waist, applying pressure to the side of her breasts before he cups them both and kisses the index of her neck.

Her hand moves a little faster, her head rolling back in pleasure as she handles him with her hand.

The buds of her nipples being played with, the rock of her hips thrusting her stomach to hit his dick. Julius groans in her neck, marking her right after with his sweet lips.

"You're so fucking amazing, my girl." He whispers huskily, his sweet words made her throb harder.

Julius pins his fingers around the silk of her shorts, slipping through the gap where her inner thigh lays. Those same fingers lightly pulse across her lacy underwear, the one she bought.

He smirks and pushes it aside, allowing his hand to graze the moisture of her sex.

"I like them," He whispers into her ear, she hums with confusion, still in a trance of pleasure like him.

"You haven't seen them yet." Her voice was just as sultry as his.

"I can feel them,"

He kisses the corner of her mouth, gliding his middle and ring finger down the centre and between her slit. She grinds against his hand, wanting more.

She picks her pace up, running the base of her thumb along the tip of him, the moisture of his pre-come now on the skin of her fingers.

Julius moans. His deep voice was coated with the pleasure he received.

"Keep going, baby," He places his fingers inside her, the sweetest moan falls from her lips and blesses his ears.

"Julius," She chants his name in a whisper, conveying her head back and her eyes to roll with bliss.

She rocks her hips to the rhythm his fingers moved in and out of her, his lips colliding with hers every minute or so to catch his air.

Her hand moves in faster motions, her thumb grazed his tip every so often and the flesh of her stomach collides with his cock.

As they get closer, Julius stops and pulls her hand away, as straining as it was.

"Take off your shorts." He demands, kissing her cheek and she obeys.

Sliding off of him, she keeps eye contact as her shorts and panties fall to her feet. All in one, he grips her thighs and looks down at her glistening centre.

"Place your hands on my shoulders," His voice becomes deeper with each demand, she does as he says and watches with a heavy breath.

Julius pulls her body back down to his lap, her ass between his legs.

With a ticking jaw, his hard eyes look up to hers and he grabs hold of his dick as it hits her stomach.

"Lift," He gestures two fingers into the air, Hazel's hands holding his shoulders as her hips lift. His cock hits between her slit drenched in her wetness, and the simple sensation offers enormous relief to the two.

"Good girl," He caresses her lips, guiding her hips down slowly as his cock falls inside her deep.

"Julius," She moans out his name louder this time. Her nails digging into his shoulders, she lifts herself closer to his chest, guiding herself out and in again.

His hands grip her ass, exhaling a sharp breath as he rocks his own hips in repetitive motions.

"That's it, baby," He guides her until she gets the hang of it, grinding against him, moaning into his ear, scratching his muscular back to mix the pain with pleasure.

The sloppy sound of their flesh clapping fills the room, along with the soft sounds of their breathing, his moans and her moans, colliding and mingling together with their love.

"I love you," He whispers, allowing her face to meet his, the ecstasy in both their eyes.

"I love you more," She whispers breathlessly, grinding and bouncing.

He smirks and kisses her lips before whispering the words,

"Impossible."

And their high becomes undone together.

♛♛♛

The next morning, Julius found himself wrapped around the only love he's ever been given.

Vibrant red hair spilt over the pillow and his chest, the warmth of her hands covered his bare stomach, holding him like he was her shield from her nightmares.

And he loved it.

The digital clock beside his bed showed how early the morning was, sleep wasn't ever a priority for Julius especially when you virtually have to sleep with one eye open.

Getting a two-three hour sleep was enough, and even if he did want to sleep in longer with Hazel, he had mentally prepared to leave at this hour knowing she wouldn't even move an inch.

She was a deep sleeper, another thing he adored about her.

Julius kisses her on the forehead before gently pulling her arms from his body, tucking them under the sheets, and cuddling her back into bed.

Once he was out of the bed, Julius moved himself to the bathroom and prepared his shower.

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The prison smelt of dirt, sweat, and blood. All of which Julius was accustomed to.

It reminded him of his childhood. The basement he was kept in smelt exactly of that, and only worsened over the years.

The prison guard kept his head down as he lead him through the empty cells, the two bodyguards behind Julius kept their heads down too, showing the respect they had for him.

As they were led outside, the prisoners were all in sight. All caged into a court, electrically wired fences built up all around them.

The guard leads them in the opposite direction, passing an outside corridor until they reach a locked room.

Jamming the key inside, the guard unlocks the door and opens it wide enough for Julius to enter and only one of his guards to enter behind him.

"Here is Prisoner 3460." The guard gruffly nods and stands outside the door with Julius' other bodyguard.

Julius looks around the room, gathering that it was some sort of nursing room.

As he thought, a nurse was in the far corner of the room seeming to be cleaning some utensils and there on the bed, in a classic orange suit sat Daniel.

"The fuck?" Daniel curses, scowling with annoyance as he stares at Julius.

Julius glances at the nurse with demand in his eyes, and she flees right out the door.

When they're alone, Daniel rises to his feet and stares him down with confidence that reeked.

"You here to kill me? Haven't you don't enough? You've ruined my entire life!" Daniel wasn't short but god did Julius tower over him, he looked like an ant and it made him amused.

"You ruined your own life." Julius took out his gun effortlessly, pointing it straight at him.

"I'm not here to kill you, but I won't hesitate if I have to."

Daniel glares at the gun but remains still in his place.

"What do you want?" He asks harshly, eyes darkening and body stiff.

Julius holds back from throwing him against the wall, his disrespect riling anger in him.

"As I said, you ruined your own life. And for what?" Julius moved forward, making him step back. This continued until Daniel is caged to the wall, Julius towering over him with the gun to his temple.

"You think you're all that? Hazel doesn't deserve someone like you, you've corrupted her and taken her away from everything."

So Julius was right. It was jealousy after all.