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Leaning over me, he presses my knees to my chest and grips my hips, fucking me slowly, plunging deep, before pulling himself out. Watching himself as he does it, worshiping my body with every stroke.Is this what making love feels like?
Unreadable emotions flicker in his eyes, and my soul ignites into a blazing inferno.
“Callum…” All I can do is moan his name, the pleasure building like bricks in my lower belly.
Swiveling his hips, he presses against something profound and all-consuming. “So good, so fucking perfect. The way your muscles clench around me, holding me inside, tightening over and over. You want to come, don't you?”
“Yes, please… Please let me come.” I'm panting, and yet his pace remains the same.
“Soon, little bird, so soon. We'll come together.” He grits his teeth, his grip on me tightening. I'm close, so close. I lift my hips, needing more, any bit of friction to push me over the edge. Callum notices this and pulls out of me completely. I'm about to ask him what he's doing when he grabs me, flipping me onto my belly. The air swooshes out of my lungs, and I peer at him over my shoulder.
“What?” I hiss, irritated because I was so close to coming.
“Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to spank this pretty little ass while I fill your cunt with my cum.”
I don't even blink and move into position quickly. Callum moves behind me an instant later, his fingers press into my skin, and his cock slips back inside me.Home.We both let out a satisfied sigh, and he starts to fuck me again.
His touch moves from my hips to my ass, where he squeezes the globes individually, messaging them. “I can't wait to fuck your ass again.”
“Oh god!” I press back against him, meeting his strokes, the pressure in my core rising with every thrust and slap of his balls against my clit.
“Fuck, you're close, aren't you, little bird?” His hand comes down on my ass cheek, the sting of pain only pushing me closer to the finish line. “Your pussy's so good. So fucking good and tight.” Another slap lands against my warm skin, and the tension becomes unbearable. I'm a bowstring close to snapping.
My body jerks against his. “Callum…” I cry out, and he spanks me one more time. The painful sting against my skin sends pulses of pleasure straight to my core and, like a star close to destruction, I explode. My body gives out on me and I sag against the mattress, every muscle in my body tightening.
“Such a good fucking girl, coming on my cock. Squeezing me so tightly.” Callum praises, his thrusting coming faster. “You're going to make me come… fuck I'm going to fill your tight cunt.” The desperation in his voice barely meets my ears. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fill your cunt with my release.”
“Yes, yes!! Give it to me,” I beg, my hands fisting the sheets.
Callum pounds into me, my body moving up the bed with each hard stroke he delivers. “Jesus fucking Christ. I can't get enough of you, Bianca, and I don't think I ever will.” He roars and explodes violently as the orgasm slams into him.
His cock jerks deep inside of me and I feel the warmth of his release spread through my core. He gathers me into his arm, his cock still deep inside me, and rolls us to our sides. Nuzzling his face into my neck, I let my eyes drift closed.Safe. Protected. Cherished.When the haze clears and reality comes back into focus, all the fear, fretfulness, and uncertainty are gone. I remember who I am and where I belong. There's nothing that could ever come between us.
No matter how hard the rest of the world seems to try.
CALLUM
Things are starting to look up, which leaves me wondering when the other shoe will drop. I'm finally starting to move without too much pain, and whatever lingering pain there is is much more manageable with the help of ibuprofen.
If it wasn't for the fact of Jack and Dominic Moroni being out there somewhere, mocking me with their very living and breathing, I'd have to say life is pretty good. I have a lot to be grateful for, and I am, though it doesn't feel like anyone is truly safe with them still out there.
I can imagine Jack sitting back and laughing—even if he didn't get what he wanted and all his efforts were for nothing. He didn't get a single cent out of me and had no control over my businesses. All he did was nearly lose his son.
If only I were naïve enough to think he won't try again, however I'm too jaded to believe that. A man like Jack will not rest. He'll want revenge for Dominic's injuries and for the men he lost. He's like an arsonist who wants repayment for the damage he caused. None of this would've happened if it hadn't been for him setting things in motion.
Him, and Amanda.
The thought of her makes me rub my temples, leaning back in my chair with a weary sigh. After imagining so many times how simple it would be to end her life and rid me of her permanently, it seems I should be relieved. Even grateful. She'll never darken my doorstep again. There will be no more threats. No meetings with lawyers. No insults toward Bianca.
Instead, I have my daughter to worry about—the trauma of losing her deadbeat mother in such a violent way. Never getting closure. I can't pretend to understand why she cares about a woman who never cared about her, yet it's clear she does. That's all that matters.
Romero should be wrapping things up on that front as I sit here in my office, reviewing candidates to replace the men we've lost. According to him, these guys are the best of the best. Then again, Booker was supposed to be one of the best back when he first joined my crew, and where did that get me? He acted as Amanda's spy for months. Considering the nude photos she sent him, I don't have to ask what she used to bribe him.
There I was, thinking a generous salary would be enough to keep my men loyal to me. Turns out loyaltycan'tbe bought.
When my cell buzzes, I expect it to be Romero calling to let me know he's on his way from the crematorium, where Amanda's remains were taken after being removed from the warehouse. It took the regular payment amount, but I am confident about the guys working there. This would hardly be the first time we've sent business their way—the kind the public can't and will never find out about.
Unfortunately, it's not Romero whose name flashes across the screen. I sit up a little straighter, my impending headache forgotten. “Sebastian. I've been meaning to call you.”
