Harrison did not move for a long time. He stood perfectly still, his massive body casting a dark shadow over Julius as the truth settled into the quiet room. The heavy, suffocating pressure of his Enigma pheromones changed instantly, turning from cold, raw anger into something thick, hot, and completely possessive.

"You were jealous," Harrison repeated, his voice dropping into a low purr that made the air feel incredibly small.

Julius backed up until his spine hit the bedroom door. He couldn’t go any further. "Harrison—"

Before Julius could finish the name, Harrison closed the remaining distance between them. His large hand came up, his long fingers wrapping firmly around the back of Julius’s neck, tilting his head back. Harrison leaned down and captured Julius’s lips in a deeply dominating, breathless kiss.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hard, demanding, and full of raw hunger. Harrison’s mouth moved against his with a fierce authority, marking his territory and claiming every single part of him. Julius let out a soft gasp against Harrison’s lips, his hands instantly reaching up to grip the shirt of Harrison’s evening jacket just to keep his knees from buckling.

The kiss went on and on, draining the air from Julius’s lungs until his mind went completely blank, filled only with the taste and power of the big man.

When Harrison finally pulled back, he didn’t go far. His forehead rested against Julius’s, his breath coming in hot, heavy pants. His dark eyes were pitch black, staring directly into Julius’s dazed, flushed face.

"You let your jealousy blind you," Harrison murmured, his thumb rubbing roughly against Julius’s swollen bottom lip. "You walked away from me. You allowed another male to put his hands on you, to leave his disgusting scent all over your skin."

"It was an accident," Julius whispered, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "I told you—"

"I don’t care," Harrison cut him off coldly. He took a step back, his large hands moving up to the collar of his own dark evening jacket. With slow, deliberate movements, Harrison unbuttoned the jacket and slid it off his massive shoulders, letting it drop carelessly onto the floor. Next, his fingers moved to the buttons of his clean shirt, opening them one by one until the broad, muscular expanse of his chest was completely exposed.

Julius gulped hard, his eyes tracking every movement. His own body was already reacting intensely to the heavy Enigma aura filling the room, a warm, tight ache spreading through his lower belly.

Harrison’s hands went to his belt, undoing the buckle with a loud click. He lowered his trousers, stepping out of them until he stood entirely unclothed before Julius, his massive, powerful frame looking completely imposing in the dim light of the bedroom.

Julius’s throat went completely dry as his eyes fell on Harrison’s length, which was already fully aroused and heavy.

"Harrison..." Julius breathed, his hands trembling at his sides. He automatically began to reach down toward his own trousers, needing desperately to clear the tight, burning craving building inside him.

"Stop," Harrison commanded. The word was a flat, ice-cold wall.

Julius froze, his hand hovering over his belt. He looked up, his eyes wide and pleading. "Harrison, please. I feel... it hurts."

"You do not touch yourself," Harrison said, his voice dropping into a dark, slow rumble. He stepped closer, forcing Julius to stay pinned against the door. Harrison reached down, his large fingers wrapping slowly around his own thick length, starting to stroke himself with a steady, torturous rhythm right in front of Julius’s face.

Julius let out a low, shaky whine, his vision blurring slightly. He wanted to close his eyes, to look away from the sight, but Harrison’s dark stare locked onto him, forbidding him from moving a single inch.

"You are going to stand right there, and you are going to watch me," Harrison whispered, his voice full of a cruel, possessive pleasure. He stroked himself slowly, his veins standing out on his thick forearms. "Look at what you do to me, Julius. Look at how much I want you. But you don’t get to touch. You don’t get a single bit of relief tonight."

Julius’s hips twitched forward automatically, his body aching for any kind of friction, but he forced his hands to stay flat against the wooden door behind him. The heat in his chest was becoming unbearable. "Please, Harrison... don’t do this to me. Let me touch it. Let me help you."

"No," Harrison murmured, stepping even closer until the heat from his bare skin was radiating against Julius’s clothes. He continued to stroke himself, his movements deliberate and heavy. "This is your punishment for allowing another male’s scent near what belongs to me. You belong to me, Julius. Every single breath you take, every piece of skin on your body, belongs to this Enigma."

Harrison leaned in, his lips brushing against Julius’s burning ear, his voice a dark, rough whisper that made Julius’s stomach twist with an intense, agonizing pleasure. "Every time you feel that ache tonight, I want you to remember that I am the only one who can clear it. You will stand there, and you will suffer through this craving until I say you are allowed to move. Do you understand me, darling?"

Julius gulped hard, a tear of pure frustration and intense arousal gathering at the corner of his eye. He looked down at Harrison’s moving hand, then back up into those terrifying, beautiful black eyes.

"Look at how badly I’m dripping for you baby, watch as I cum on you. Do you want me to cum on you?" Harrison asked, his voice dripping with arousal.

Julius gulped hard, his throat going dry.

"Please... baby, I need you." Julius moaned out. His dick begging to be free.

"Be a good boy and watch Daddy pleasure himself. You will not touch yourself, this is your punishment. Go against me and you will be starved for a week." Harrison groaned out as he rubbed his dick faster.

"Yes," Julius choked out, his voice completely broken as he accepted the heavy weight of total ownership. "I understand."