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“Not until you tell me something.”
“Just give me this night!” I fought him, my dress stretching in our tug of war. “We’re here, our friends are here! Where I went isn’t exactly a five-fucking-minute conversation, so just give me my birthday! Give me my new start.” His eyes shone through the dark as I sucked in a sharp breath. “Give it to me, please. Please, Callum.” I pled softer. “Just give it to me.”
His stare burned into me. The moon highlighted his tense, chiseled jaw. He didn’t move. I thought for a second that I stood before a statue but then his eyes flicked like flying daggers to my body. “Just tonight,” he snarled, letting his hard gaze settle on the parts he’d exposed, left naked in our fight. I gasped when I felt his hand on my breast – hot, sudden and harsh. “I’ll give it to you,” Callum muttered, his voice thick with lust as his other hand found its way up my heavy skirt. It snapped the satin of my thong. “But you’ll give me something first.” He sucked my nipple, gave another tug of my panties. “Put those in my hand. Now.”
When he pulled back, I swallowed, glared then gathered my dress. I slid the satin down my legs and stepped out of it, Callum’s eyes pinned to me the entire time. He didn’t look away as he closed his fingers over my panties. He was intimidating and I was breathing jaggedly, nervous, watching him and wanting so badly to just soften him. But the second I reached for him, Callum caught my hands. I panted as he thrust them behind my body and in the dark, felt him winding something around me. Before I could identify what was happening, I was strapped, my wrists bound tight behind my back by my own thong.
“Callum!” I let out a sharp breath. My chest heaved but he stepped back and stared at me with ease now, arousal lifting the corner of his mouth as I tested his knot with growing curiosity. My jaw dropped at its strength. My skin grew hotter with every jerk and thrash that did nothing to loosen it. With pleasure, Callum watched me fight, rumbling something low and satisfied when my other breast sprung free. God, that sound. I gave up shortly after that, losing energy to the need he had rousing deep in my sex. It panged harder and it spread wider as he leaned back, casual on his heels, simply standing there for a moment. At once, he admired and owned me.
And then he was on me.
His hot kiss slammed me into the wall and his hand gathered my dress. Slow first, then faster. Furious handfuls. My breath caught in my throat as I felt air hit both my naked legs. I couldn’t see, had no time to think or move – all I could do was hear the rain on the skylight and feel the heat of his touch. It was starved, angry. My back arched sharply off the wall when his hand slid rough between my thighs. My nails scratched futilely against the marble behind me as his long finger traced a slow, torturous line along the length of my wet seam.
“Tell me you want me inside.”
“I want you inside.”
He teased my opening and groaned as he slid just his fingertips in. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I exhaled. “You made me.”
He slid in a few inches more, moved his fingers in circles that filled me with the slowest, truest definition of torment. “Do you want more, Lake?”
“Please,” I rasped. “I need it.”
“Deep?” I nodded but Callum let me know the answer wouldn’t suffice. “Yes or no. With my name.”
“Yes, Callum, I want it deep!”
He slid all the way inside.
“Oh God.” I moaned but he stifled it with a kiss and pumped immediately into me, my head rolling back. Blood rushed in my veins, flooded me with arousal as I let him take out his aggression, have my body however he wanted. I wanted it too. I enjoyed it and craved it. I only feared it when two other guests snuck up and lingered obliviously at the end of the hall. I went still but Callum didn’t stop his push and pull. In fact, he fucking deepened it. “Callum,” I whispered hotly, my jaw dropping wide open. I needed to silence myself but my hands were still tightly bound. I couldn’t do it and Callum refused to for me. He just pumped relentlessly, wearing the sexiest, most wicked look as he watched my face contort, my tits shake. They bounced for his eyes as I fought and somehow lost against my own thong. It delighted Callum. He knew his knot. He knew I was fighting a losing battle so he wet his lips and had some fun, muttering words of filthy encouragement as he picked up the pace of his stroke.
“No, Callum,” I whispered. “Don’t… don’t make me…”
“You don’t want to come, Lake?” Callum didn’t bother lowering his voice. It sparked the sharpest fear and hottest arousal in me. I thanked God for the dark of the hall and bit back my needy sounds. I couldn’t answer, could only hear the smile in Callum’s voice as he said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Just as I felt ready to burst, he withdrew his fingers from me. Tortured, I still thanked God, panic racing my heart till the guests disappeared from the end of the hall, descending back down the stairs.
“Oh God.” I inhaled with relief. But Callum snatched my breath back, gripping the V of my dress an
d ripping it wide open like morning curtains. His tongue mauled my breasts, his hands stretching the top of my dress down my arms till they were bound tighter behind me. He licked me like candy. Every inch of me. He deliberately neglected my tight peaks, running the flat of his tongue along the heavy curve of my breast, drawing circles around the sensitive tips I needed to feel in his mouth. His low, sexy rumble of a laugh came the second I let out a pleading sound.
“What do you want, Lake?” he asked me.
“Suck on it,” I whispered.
“On what?”
“Suck my nipple, please,” I breathed out with torture, sufficiently loud for Callum because he immediately gave me my wish. I moaned as his tongue went to work. Every nerve ending in my body sparked to life as I pebbled stiff under his delicious assault. My sex throbbed, begging wildly for attention, aching to feel the erection that Callum teased by thrusting hard against my leg. I gasped for breath, looking to the skylight. The storm stopped outside, leaving us in pitch dark. “Callum, I need your cock now,” I begged.
He didn’t hold out. My senses climbed as I felt him release me and heard the metal clanking of his belt. I finally fought out of my satin constraints and before I knew it, was stroking the hot silk of his hard-on. Callum groaned. Arousal spilled from my lips when he hoisted and pinned me against the wall. Noise swelled with the crowd downstairs. My sharp cry was lost in the din as Callum penetrated me, squeezing the bottoms of my thighs, slamming into me with burning passion and fury. The moonlight shifted and I saw him again – saw that his stare never left mine, his blue eyes hot and harsh, piercing my soul as he fucked me mercilessly against the wall. I loved his strength. I deserved the roughness, reveled in it and in the sound of his serrated breaths. They hissed out savagely between gnashed teeth, grew sharper, louder with every thrust inside me. My muscles convulsed, a deep orgasm threatening my core. I squeezed my eyes shut but Callum had none of it.
“Look at me.” His demand was rough and carnal but I was too lost to listen. He slammed harder. “Look at me, Lake,” Callum growled, his hips pumping like a well-oiled machine into me, faster and deeper than I ever knew possible. “Look at me when I make you come.”
I opened my eyes just in time.
Delirium poured from my lips as I came, rattling between his hot chest and the cold wall. It pulled a surprising growl from Callum, deep and needy from the pit of his throat. He crushed a kiss over my euphoric mouth as I pulsed around him, groaning my name as I brought him to his own shuddering climax. My fingers tangled in his hair as I felt every ribbon of his pleasure surge like a wildfire inside me. Every one rushed through my body, searching the depths of me and finding the walls I still fought so hard to hold up.
