It Hurts

Julien’s eyes crinkle with amusement when Elsida’s spine straightens and she stalks towards the blonde crouched beneath him.

What was she doing? he mused.

“Get up!” Elsida bellowed, her eyes flared as she pulled the blonde’s ponytail.

“Get off me bitch!,” the blonde snapped as she feared her head, glaring daggers at Elsida.

Julien snapped a finger and the blonde’s head snapped to his, “Partir,” he drawled in French.

Blondie’s face sank, she glared daggers at Elsida as she fixed her ill-fitting dress and got to her feet.

Julien raised an eyebrow when the door slammed shut, “To what do I owe this visit El?”

Elsida closed the distance between them as her heart ricocheted against her ribcage. She forced her eyes to stay on his face and not trail any lower. She crouched in front of him,” Get dressed Julien, I cannot have a serious conversation with your dick on display.”

A deep chuckle escaped Julien’s lips and his eyes glimmered with amusement,” Don’t be such a prude El,” he rasped while