His fingers don’t stop as his eyes flick between mine and my swollen lips.
There are a million questions on the tip of my tongue and even more reasons why I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But none of them are enough to stop me.
My final words to him the other day in the library still stand, and I’m more than aware that he’s here through pure jealousy and not because he wants to talk about anything. But still, as he plays my body as if it was meant for him, I’m powerless to stop him.
“Fuck, I need you,” he groans, threading the fingers of his free hand through my hair and claiming my lips once more.
He drags me from the door as if I’m nothing more than a rag doll before ripping his lips from mine and forcing me to stand over the basin.
“Eyes on me, Angel,” he demands, dragging my head up so I have no choice but to look at him standing behind me in the mirror.
My breath catches at the darkness surrounding him. His eyes are black, his lips full and parted as he tries to catch his breath.
I did that.
Something crackles between us as we just stare at each other in the silence of the bathroom.
I know I need to get back out there, that they’re going to come searching for me soon, but I’m ensnared by this complicated and dangerous man.
Our connection is finally severed when he flips my dress over my back and drags my leggings and knickers down my thighs.
“When you walk back out there, it’s going to be with my cum dripping out of you, Angel, reminding you just who you belong to while you laugh with my brother.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as he swipes the head of his hard cock through my wetness.
“You got that? You’re mine, Callista. You’re my angel, not his.”
“Yes, yes,” I cry, desperate for him to stop teasing and push inside me.
I need the sting of him filling me, stretching me open until I swear I’m going to rip in two just for him.
“Please, I need—” My words get stuck in my throat as he finally thrusts forward. His hand in my hair ensures I don’t crash straight into the basin. He holds me exactly as he wants me, keeping our eyes locked as he ruts into me hard.
“Can’t get enough of this, Angel.”
“Th-then you sh-should stop being such a…” His brow lifts as I fight to get my words out. “Arsehole, and y-you might get—”
Crack.
My arse burns with the force of his slap and I scream out, my pussy clamping down on his length, making him growl.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck.”
He spanks me again, and a scream rips from my lips.
Not two seconds later, my heart jumps into my throat when my name echoes through the door before Alex knocks.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice as my eyes widen on Daemon’s in the mirror.
He tilts his chin, instructing me to handle this situation.
Swallowing down my panic, I suck in a deep breath.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right out.“ Thankfully, I sound almost normal as I call back.
“Cal, are you— yeah, okay. I’m just getting us more drinks.”
He lingers at the door for a few seconds, as if he’s not convinced by my words, but eventually, his footsteps start moving away from us.