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If you want something… you will have it…

Warnings: smut, violence, unprotected sex, Julian's character portrayed based on my guesses

Words: 5145

Amanda ate breakfast and scrolling Instagram. She chewed her oatmeal with a sigh every time she touched phone screen. Last night was in her thoughts all the time. Julian Dillinger... yes... messed with her head.

- No, I can't think of him - she said to herself while shaking her head negatively - it was a mistake. Yes, it was a mistake.

She got up from the table to put the dirty dish in the dishwasher. She started the coffee maker and sighed again. She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a cup. The day promised to be boring... as usual, anyway.

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She froze listening.

With a slow step, she approached the door and pressed her ear to the cool wood. Again someone knocked, this time harder and more impatiently.

- Open up! - he knocked - I know you're there! - slammed his fist on the door.

Amanda looked fearfully at the door frame and saw that the plaster had cracked slightly from the insistent attempts of the stranger to get inside.

Knocking, or rather banging on her door, however, was not enough for him. He started ringing the doorbell. This, too, was not part of a gentle attempt to get inside.

He held the doorbell button uninterrupted. Amanda plugged her ears with her hands and finally looked through the peephole. She saw a hooded figure. She could not see his face. She was terrified and confused. She had no idea who could be tormenting her at such an early hour. It was bloody 6am!

As the persistent knocking and ringing continued unabated, Amanda's heart beat fast from a mixture of fear and anticipation. Suddenly she guessed who it might be. She expected that Julian Dillinger might be looking for her, but the speed with which he got her address and arrived at her door surprised her.

Taking a deep breath, Amanda slowly unlocked the door and opened it, preparing for the coming confrontation.

- What do you want and how did you get my address? - she said with a serious face.

Julian pushed open the door and stepped inside. Amanda almost fell over.

Amanda's eyes widened in shock when she saw Julian Dillinger standing before her, his imposing figure filling her doorway. The audacity with which he invaded her sanctuary sent a shiver down her spine, making her shake off the sudden invasion of her privacy. Squeezing the edge of the door for support, she muttered again a question tinged with fear and anger.

- What do you want and how did you get my address?

Her voice trembled with every word, reflecting the turbulent emotions swirling inside her. Unfazed by Amanda's hostility, Julian walked past her, his gaze never wavering.

When he entered her home without invitation, he offered her a self-satisfied smile that froze her to the bone.

- Well... - he replied nonchalantly, gesturing vaguely behind him, as if the means by which he had obtained this information were insignificant compared to his present purpose - that is irrelevant now - he shrugged his shoulders.

She stepped back and asked again.

- What do you want from me, Julian?

Amanda's voice trembled as she repeated her question, and her words were interrupted by the quiet clatter of her heels against the wooden floor. Despite her fear, she stood firm, unwilling to give way to the intruder.

He raised an eyebrow at her stubbornness, his expression unreadable under the shadow of hooded eyes. He walked further into the room, seemingly unconcerned with her agitation.

- I just came to claim what is mine - he replied coolly, with a hint of threat in his words.

His gaze stopped on her figure, assessing her with an intensity that made goosebumps appear on her skin. She felt a shudder and trembled.

- You belong to me, Amanda.

- I belong to anyone, Julian!

Amanda's defiant retort echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and resounding in Julian's ears. His lips twisted in a mocking smile as he dismissed her protests with a dismissive wave of his hand.

- Your protests are pointless - he said, approaching her with a slow step - you are mine, whether you want to accept it or not.

As he approached her, she began to pull away from him.

- You can't have me! - she refused, meeting his stern gaze - I will never be yours! Leave me alone! Go away!

Amanda grabbed his arm, trying to get rid of the unwanted visitor. To her horror, his muscles tensed under her grasp, repelling her efforts as easily as if she were a mosquito buzzing against glass. She collapsed. In an instant, Julian hovered over her, crushing her to the floor with the weight of his gaze.

His smile turned into a predatory grimace. As he leaned over her, she felt his hot breath right next to her ear.

- You will soon learn that resistance is futile - he whispered, and in every syllable lurked the promise of pain.

Amanda felt defenseless against his superior strength.

Tears streamed into her eyes. The vulnerability evident on her face was a sharp contrast to the iron determination she had displayed only moments earlier. Julian's smile did not even twitch for a moment. He raised his eyebrow in a silent question, silently daring her to finally say something.

- Why me? - she choked out, her heart pounding in her chest slapping against her ribs.

She tried to remain calm, desperately searching for answers, which he seemed reluctant to give.

- Why did you choose me? - she repeated the question. Her trembling hands clenched into fists.

Julian’s smirk became even more pronounced as he processed Amanda's question in his head. He knew it was better not to say too much, as his words often served as a weapon in the hands of those who tried to manipulate him. Instead, he decided to wield his silence like a blade, cutting through her pleas for understanding with icy precision. He took a step back, allowing himself a moment to observe her trembling form.

The sight of her suffering filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction, a hunger for control that could never be satisfied.

- You'll find out soon enough - he muttered reluctantly, and his eyes shone with a sinister light.

With this assurance hanging heavy in the air, Julian turned on his heel and headed for the door, leaving Amanda alone with her fears and unanswered questions.

She watched his silhouette slowly disappear into the dimly lit corridor. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken threats and secrets.

The anticipation of his next move made her heart pound in her chest. Each beat was a painful reminder of the precarious situation she was in.

Although fear gnawed at her heart, she refused to give in to her instincts, knowing that submissiveness would only fuel his dominance. Instead, she decided to gather all the information she could about the man. She hoped to find a way to free herself from his grasp before it was too late. With newfound determination, Amanda prepared for the coming battle.

Only time would tell if she possessed the cunning and fortitude required to outwit such a powerful opponent.

——

With a quick step, she crossed the corridor and reached the elevator and impatiently pressed the call button. She continued to look around terrified. Julian really gave her a fright.

- Fuck - she whispered to herself.

She entered the elevator and descended to the first floor. She left the building and started looking around again. She had the feeling that someone was watching her all the time. Suddenly she heard the phone ringing in her purse. She quickly took it out and picked it up.

- Hello? - she whispered. She cleared her throat and started again - hello?

- Miss McKenzie, please report to the director's office as soon as possible - she was greeted by the familiar voice of the receptionist.

- Oh, something happened? - she had no idea what was going on. It never occurred to her that the director wanted to talk to her.

Amanda was overwhelmed by a wave of confusion, and her mind began to work at a higher speed. She began to suspect that it might be about the consequences of Julian Dillinger's sudden appearance in her life.

- I will not answer your question. See you later - she hung up.

- What a... ugh... - Amanda tucked the phone into her purse and headed toward the office building where she worked.

——

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the right floor, she headed toward the director's office. The chill that had been squeezing her heart since her meeting with Julian refused to subside, intensifying as she approached her employer's office. Summoning up every ounce of courage she could muster, Amanda raised her hand and lightly knocked on the polished wooden door.

She did not immediately hear an answer. Only after a while did she hear a quiet voice.

- Please come in.

- Miss McKenzie, it has come to my attention that you have spoken to our number one enemy - the director spoke up. He had no intention of playing "good morning" or "nice to see you."

Amanda swallowed her saliva loudly and looked shocked at her employer. She was completely clobbered.

- Ms. McKenzie, please respond. We don't have all day to do this.

- Emm... I don't understand... where did you... - she started slightly chaotically.

The director slid his glasses down to the tip of his nose and pointed a finger at her.

- You spoke last night with the owner of Dillinger Technologies. How do I know that? It doesn't matter now. Please answer why and what you are talking to Julian Dillinger about? If I do not get an answer to this question, you will be fired immediately. The choice is yours, Ms. McKenzie - the director reached for the coffee mug that stood next to him and sipped without taking his eyes off her - I'm waiting, believe me. I don't have all day.

- I... I... so honestly... he started talking to me. He approached me... invited me to join him... and what we talked about... hmm... he wasn't even interested in what my name was. Mr. Director, it was just... emm... sex - she looked at the ceiling. She was unable to look him in the eye.

- I understand. I mean, I don't understand. What I have learned now... for this moment is enough for me. I hope you will not see Mr. Dillinger again.

- It didn't even cross my mind - she whispered.

- Well, please go back to your business and duties. Ah and one more thing. Does Mr. Dillinger know where you work? This is very important.

- No, Mr. Director. As I said. He wasn't even interested in what my name was.

- Good. Please go back to work.

Amanda left the office, closed the door and loudly let the air out of her lungs. The whole time she was talking to the director she was unable to breathe.

She was given a strict ultimatum, break off any relationship with Julian Dillinger forever or face immediate dismissal from her position at the company.

Despite the obvious consequences, she could not deny the magnetic attraction exerted by his personality, a force that promised both pleasure and danger in equal measure. For the moment, she decided to wait to see what the coming days would bring. But she would certainly have to be very careful lest, once again, someone report her to her employer about her actions in violation of company policy. In a word, it was a nice shot of adrenaline. Finally, her life was a little more interesting.

- Fuck! Fucking wonderful - she cursed under her breath again and moved toward her workstation.

As soon as she sat down at her desk, she got a notification of a new message. She reached into her purse and looked at the screen.

"I hope you like the flowers and chocolates - Julian".

Her eyes got as big as buttons. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor. She looked around to the circle terrified, looking for someone... she didn't know herself who. She looked at the desk and saw a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates from the most expensive candy store in town. She opened the chocolates and shoved one fully into her mouth to control the fear that gripped her. She looked at the phone screen again and re-read the message from Julian.

- So he knows where I work - she whispered with her mouth full - damn it - she shoved another chocolate into her mouth.

She started tapping out a message to her stalker.

"You damn stalker, I don't know how you got my phone number, address and information about my workplace. This is not normal. But thank you for the gift. It's a nice gesture - Amanda."

For a moment she waited for an answer, which did not come. But despite her growing impatience, she shrugged her shoulders, put the phone down on the desk beside her and shoved another small calorie bomb into her mouth. She set to work, trying to distract herself from the gnawing sense of anticipation that plagued her.

She answered emails, reviewed documents, and even managed to steal a few moments for a much-needed respite in the form of a cup of coffee. But as the clock ticked, her thoughts invariably returned to the enigma that was Julian Dillinger and the web of intrigue that was now beginning to entwine her life. However, even as she waited for his next move, she did not allow herself to be consumed by fear or anxiety.

Julian's reply finally arrived, but as an e-mail... it was some kind of a joke. Dillinger was making fun of her by even having her private email address. She hesitated for a brief moment before clicking on the new email notification on her computer screen.

"Darling, thank you, for your kind words and calling me a stalker. It's really lovely. You hit the spot. I am a master at this. I assure you that I will surprise you more than once. Let's keep our little secret a secret, shall we? Perhaps we can arrange a more private meeting, just the two of us. What do you think? I would be happy to discuss further ways to... increase your career prospects - Julian Dillinger (your favorite stalker)"

His words were laced with undertones that made her shiver. The reference to increasing her career prospects made her feel both concerned and intrigued. Amanda's hands shook slightly as she composed a balanced response, careful to tread lightly in the precarious dance they now shared.

"Your bossy nature certainly has its charms, Julian. However, I must insist that our conversations remain professional. My work is important to me and I would not want anything to jeopardize it. Perhaps we can explore other possibilities for cooperation that do not involve such.... delicate situations. Besides, the director already knows that we have had contact with each other. He insists that I must stop contact with you. If I do not comply with his request, I will lose my job - Amanda McKenzie (not a fan of stalking)"

She clicked "send." She went back to work, deciding not to write him back right away when he wrote something to her again.

This time she got a notification on her phone. She rolled her eyes and waited a moment to read it.

"Of course, dear Amanda. I apologize if I have caused any discomfort. As you wish, our future communication will be in a more... professional tone. However, I will have to insist on a face-to-face meeting. A simple coffee or lunch will suffice, nothing more. After all, business often grows through personal contacts - Julian."

- After all, business often grows through personal contacts?! What the… - she said to herself, accepting that further contact with him was inevitable. She prepared a carefully worded response to satisfy his desires while maintaining her own tenuous grip on reality.

"I appreciate your willingness to take my concerns into account, Julian. However, I think our conversations and meetings should be kept to a minimum. That is, don't count on us meeting whenever you want us to."

Julian Dillinger's answer came faster than she expected. The message said:

"Ah, Amanda, your restraint is admirable. However, I think there has been a misunderstanding. When I mentioned a personal meeting, I didn't mean business as usual. No, I meant something much more ... intimate."

A shiver ran down her spine as she processed his revelations, but she couldn't deny the illicit thrill that accompanied it. She took a deep breath and responded cautiously, trying to navigate this treacherous terrain with skill and subtlety.

"Your intentions are crystal clear and obvious, Julian."

His response was immediate.

"So you understand me, darling. Our relationship goes beyond the superficial trappings of business and pleasure. In fact, I think it's time for us to explore this bond again. How about dinner tomorrow night? Somewhere private where we can satisfy our hunger cravings unhindered."

His suggestion hung in the air and was inevitable. Amanda thought for a moment before responding.

"I think you promised yourself too much when it comes to our "relationship". Also, I think I was clear about our relationship. I should not contact you. I might lose my job."

She knew she had pushed Dillinger away, but the thought of losing her job seemed uncomfortable.

His answer was unexpected, leaving Amanda stunned by its content.

"Understood, Amanda. For now, focus on your work. But know one thing, our paths will cross again soon. Mark my words."

As much as she wanted to delve into his mysterious declaration, she knew it was better not to push. Instead, she decided to follow his lead, opting to withdraw gracefully. With a heavy heart and a distrustful look, she waited for the next chapter of their twisted tale.

———

Amanda finished her work late in the evening. She packed up her belongings and documents. She rushed to the elevator to ride it down to the lowest floor and leave the office building. She dreamed of going to her favorite restaurant and ordering a delicious dinner to go. She was tired and all she dreamed of now was a warm shower, food and some good movie.

She walked out of the building and stood as if she had been struck. In the parking lot in front of her workplace stood a shiny black Mercedes, and leaning against it was, none other than Julian Dillinger himself. He was smiling mockingly, like a villain planning something truly despicable. And so it probably was.

- You shouldn't be here - Amanda hissed through her teeth - go away, I might lose my job.

Julian pushed himself away from the car and walked closer to her. This time his smile was gentle, one might say eye-catching. And his eyes, stared at her with delight.

- Amanda, I would like to take you out to dinner. I have already reserved a table for us at this famous restaurant with a nice view of the city.

- No - she replied with calmness.

- No? - he raised one eyebrow, as if disbelieving her words.

- No.

- I don't understand.

- What don't you understand, Julian? You don't understand what the word "no" means, and maybe you don't understand that because of you I might lose the trust of my employer, and worse... - she looked him in the eye - I might lose my job.

He remained silent staring at her.

- Julian, I can't hang out with you. Last night was the first and last night we spent with each other. That's all I have to tell you - Amanda turned away from him and headed toward her apartment.

Julian stood motionless staring at Amanda's distant silhouette. Suddenly he moved after her trying to catch up with her.

- Wait! Amanda! I'm not done with you yet! This is not the end of this conversation! - He followed her with a quick step.

- That's the end of the topic! Let it get to you! - she replied without turning toward him. She quickened her step.

- And so I know where you live! You won't get away from me! - caught up with her and grabbed her wrist firmly, thus making her stop.

- Let me go! - she wanted to free herself from his grasp - it hurts! Let me go!

- You shouldn't defy me! - still holding her hand tightly, he pulled her towards the building where she lived.

- Let me go! - she tried unsuccessfully to free herself from him - are you crazy?! Let me go for fuck's sake!

Paying no attention to her protests, he entered the building and pressed the elevator call button.

- I do not agree to you entering my apartment. Let me go!

They entered the elevator, and when the doors closed and Julian pressed the floor number button, he let go of her wrist. Amanda no longer had anywhere to run. She stared at him with rage, rubbing her sore wrist.

- I'm going to get bruises because of you, stupid!

- Stupid? - he let out the air loudly and drew it in again.

The elevator stopped. He grabbed her hand again and pulled her down the corridor toward her apartment.

- Open the door - he said when they were already there.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes, fuck! - he grabbed her purse and started looking in it for the keys. He found them - which one is it? Which one opens the fucking door?!

Amanda moved away from him terrified. She could see the madness in his eyes.

Julian looked at the lock on the door and the name that was on it. He started looking through the keys he had in his hand. He found the right one and opened the door.

- Go inside - he said in a calm tone this time - please...

Without taking her eyes off him, Amanda walked inside with a quick step. The door to her apartment slammed shut, echoing in the dimly lit hallway. The two stared at each other as Julian suddenly moved toward her.

His expression was tense with irritation and desire, and his eyes stared at her with an intensity that made her knees bend slightly. Without introduction, he threw himself forward, grabbing her around the waist and pressing her against the cold concrete wall. His mouth crushed her lips in a savage kiss that made her struggle to catch air, but she welcomed the attack, craving the raw passion that burned within him.

Their tongues fought a furious duel, intertwining like snakes in a struggle for dominance.

Julian's hands roamed freely over Amanda's body, tearing at her clothes. The buttons popped off her blouse, and the seams ripped under the pressure of his powerful grasp. Their frantic kisses continued, punctuated by murmurs of desire that echoed through the empty apartment. Each of his touches sent shockwaves surging through her veins, fueling her insatiable hunger. With a low growl, Julian lifted her legs high, positioning himself at her entrance.

His cock pulsed impatiently against her moist folds, impatiently begging to enter the heated cave that awaited him. Moaning, Amanda bit her lip and closed her eyes, preparing for the approaching tornado. Suddenly, he thrust forward with all his strength, plunging into her up to his testicles.

A scream broke from her throat, muffled by their lingering kiss, as waves of pleasure hit them like a tsunami.

Julian slowly backed away. The feeling of their slippery bodies separating sent shivers down Amanda's spine. His eyes focused on hers, filled with a mixture of rage and desire that made her run out of breath. With a growl, he slammed into her again, releasing another loud scream from her mouth, but this time she responded to his thrusts with equal fervor, matching his ferocity with thrust after thrust. Their bodies collided with each other. Each thrust sent electric shocks surging through her nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Even so, Julian showed no mercy, pushing her harder, faster, until she felt the pain, as if he was trying to get through her. Suddenly something inside him snapped, his movements became erratic, unpredictable, chaotic as he rushed mercilessly toward fulfillment.

With a roar of primal rage, he lifted Amanda, higher against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to mercilessly fuck her. His eyes were sinking into hers, filled with a fire so intense that it seemed to burn the air between them. Each thrust sent tremors vibrating through her core, intensifying the waves of pleasure and pain that engulfed her closer and closer. At that moment, time ceased to exist, replaced by nothingness and endless ecstasy.

As if possessed by some sinister force, Julian's hips moved furiously, driving his cock deeper into her trembling, petite body.

Suddenly Amanda's world exploded in a burst of light and sensation as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. Her screams echoed off the walls, mixing with Julian's throaty moans as he found his own release. His semen spilled inside her, hot and pulsing, marking her as his in the most primitive way possible.

For a brief moment, their eyes met, reflecting the raw emotion of their shared experience. In that one moment, they stood over the precipice, staring into the abyss of truth that lay hidden beneath layers of deception and lust.

But as quickly as it appeared, the connection dissipated, replaced by the familiar chill of distance. With a final glance, Julian withdrew from Amanda, leaving her panting and leaning against the wall.

He smoothed his clothes, smiling at the corners of his mouth as he watched Amanda recover. He felt the satisfaction of satisfying his desires. Amanda was an interesting mystery to him. However, he knew that it was better not to dwell on such things. It was unnecessary. He had other plans for her. He gave her a hand to help her balance on her feet.

She looked at his hand wondering if what had just happened was just to satisfy physical needs, or if it was something much deeper. Amanda hesitated for a moment before accepting his help. Their fingers briefly brushed against each other as she once again found support against the hard wall.

- Well - he muttered - that was quite a presentation of the apartment. I am delighted.

He led Amanda toward the living room, his gaze fixed ahead as he moved with ease through the space. Though his demeanor remained calm and composed, the energy between them crackled from the tension left over from their recent passionate encounter. As they entered the brightly lit room, he pointed to a plush sofa whose soft cushions beckoned them to sit down.

- We have a lot to discuss - he said quietly, his voice lacking any note of lightness - and I think it's time for us to delve into matters beyond mere physical satisfaction.

Julian Dillinger plopped down on the sofa, his eyes piercing Amanda's as he leaned forward.

- You're right - he admitted roughly - our previous meeting was... superficial, at best. Hmm... as if it lacked substance.

Amanda merely stared at him, silent. His thumb chalked circles on the armrest, and each turn reflected the whirlpool of emotions swirling inside him. But now, he continued, looking at her with calm eyes, everything had changed.

- Our relationship, that something that connects us, that goes beyond mere desire, has an element of complexity that needs to be explored.

Amanda swallowed her saliva hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered his words. She could not deny the sense of kinship that blossomed between them. Nor could she ignore the magnetic attraction that drew them closer and closer together. As if pulled by invisible strings, she sat next to him on the couch, their thighs lightly touching.

- Julian... I...

- Yes? - he leaned slightly in her direction.

- You know we shouldn't...

- Amanda, tell me what is in your head - he closed his eyes and lightly inhaled her scent. Suddenly he pulled away - all in all, yes, you are right - he admitted roughly - yes, we are doing something wrong... after all, we are enemies - he shrugged his shoulders, as if he did not care at all.

He reached out, gently caressing Amanda's cheek with the warmth of his hand.

- There is something about you - he whispered, and his voice was low and sensual, despite the seriousness of their discussion. His thumb drew lazy circles on her skin, sending chills down her spine as she leaned into his touch - I don't fully understand it - he confessed.

His gaze focused on her with an intensity that left her breathless and silent.

- But I know that our destiny is more than fleeting pleasures and stolen moments. We stand over a precipice that one of us can fall into or we can save each other - he continued, his fingers tightening around hers.

He leaned close, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear as he spoke softly.

- We will start tonight - he promised.

- What will we start? - she whispered.

- I want you to be more than just a lover to me, Amanda - he grabbed a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his fingers.

- Yes?

- Sweetest, I want you to be my spy in the company where you currently work. Well… - he laughed - I hope that soon you will work only for me - he nodded to himself - yes... I want to take over your entire corporation.

Amanda's eyes got big. She stared at Julian in disbelief. She couldn't say a single word, not even thinking of a whole sentence.

- You can't - she said in a barely audible whisper.

- I can, my dearest, I can do everything - he leaned over her and kissed her gently but deeply.

It was then that Julian Dillinger revealed his true intentions toward her and the company where she worked. Revealing all the worst. He wanted them to embark together on a journey full of danger and uncertainty.

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