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“Help?” She laughs coldly. “I don’t need any help, especially not from an arsehole like you.”
My cock hardens at her words. Her resistance will only make fucking her again more satisfying.
“You might not need my help, but you need me to play along,” I say. I graze the blade along her skin to make a small nick—tiny enough that her snoring guard dogs won’t question it. She doesn’t flinch as the blood pools and drips down her skin. “We need to talk, but not now.”
Her words come like white-hot lightning bolts. “What do you want?”
She lowers her weapon. I win. I tuck my knife back into my jacket, then slide my thumb along the fresh cut on her neck. The blood smears, and I put it to my mouth to lick clean. Her pupils dilate. She’s a dirty fucking bitch. A woman who’ll be able to take what other women can’t. A woman who I can explore my deepest fantasies with, and she won’t run.
“What do I want?” I repeat. Our bodies almost touch as I step closer, my cock leading the way. A sly grin spreads over my lips. “Don’t you know already? I want you.”
“You can’t have me.”
“Oh, princess…” I grab her hips and yank her close, sniffing her sweet-smelling hair. After hours of riding a bike through the windy drizzle, her voluptuous curves are the warmth I need. “But I think I can. If you want me to keep your secret, you’ll do exactly what I say.”
“Do you think they’ll believe you over me?” she rebuts. “They don’t trust you. They’ll think it’s just more of your usual bullshit.”
“Maybe not,” I say, “but do you want to take that risk?”
Her breathing quickens as I run my fingers playfully over the top of her jeans. Being close to her is intoxicating. I want more. Ineedmore.
“If you want me to keep my mouth shut...” She gasps as I slip into her knickers, running my hand over her smooth mound. “Then you’re going to give me exactly what I want.”
She doesn’t move as I slide along her slippery slit and part her lips. I slip one finger into her teasingly—up to my first finger joint—then pull out again. I put it to my mouth, tasting her sweet juices with a salty hint of cum. “Who was the lucky guy?”
Her hands slam into my chest to push me away. “Go to hell, Callen.”
“Haven’t you noticed yet?” I smirk. “We’re already there.”
“Freddie and Seb are upstairs.”
Yeah, like those oblivious losers will stop me from taking what I want.
“Do you think they’re going to stop me?” I ask. “You don’t have to pretend around me. I’ve seen who you are, and I want to set you free.”
“You don’t know me.”
“But I will…” I lunge and grab her hair, using it to draw her face closer, so I can stare into those sparkling brown infernos. “And you’re going to do exactly as I say.”
She glares back in defiance, making my cock throb even more than it already is. I’ll relish giving her what she needs, even if she doesn’t know it yet. “I hate you.”
“I know you do, princess,” I say, releasing my hold on her. “Now run along to bed. We’ll talk again soon.”
“I’ll be sleeping with this under my pillow.” She clutches the knife tighter. “If you slip into my room, I won’t hesitate to cut your dick off.”
I laugh. Yep, that’s my girl.
CHAPTER30
IVY
Imade excuses earlier to spend the night alone because I couldn’t pick between Seb and Freddie, but I regret it now that Callen is on the loose. I toss and turn. One leg out. One leg in. On my back. On my front. How can I sleep with Callen roaming the halls? He hasn’t shared my secret, but at what cost? I usually have the upper hand, and I fucking hate being at his mercy.
When morning comes, I slink out of bed to be met with the rich smell of freshly ground coffee and buttery toast wafting up the stairs, making my stomach gurgle as I approach it. Someone must have fixed the electricity.
Seb and Freddie are already up. They’re hunched over a laptop at the kitchen table, discussing something in hushed, serious tones. They spring apart when they see me.
I arch my eyebrow. “Am I interrupting something?”
