For five months Callum has been following me, writing to me, calling me, pursuing me. Both personally and professionally. For all of those months I have been avoiding him, but barely. In love with him, but despising him because he is a part of the very institution that is trying to stop me from getting the revenge I am owed. Yeah, it is complicated as fuck.
We started talking on the phone months ago, never long, usually impromptu because I called him to tell him something I discovered to help his investigation. That is the excuse I use anyway. The truth is, I think I am really hoping he solves it, arrests those that are guilty, and then I can stop this. Of course, there is that pesky thing about me being arrested or dying, but you know what, at least then I can finally rest. Sleep. Find some peace.
I hear the car pull in my driveway and my heart begins to pound against my chest. There is no gravel on the ground, but I swear my ears are in tune to his steps. For a brief moment I wonder if he will knock or if he will know to come in. Will he know I have been waiting for this day, though I never intended to let it happen?
He answers my question when he walks right in, all sexy six feet of him. “Jesus, Angel,” he says, shutting and locking the door. “I have been waiting forever for this.” So have I. He says nothing else. He walks right up to me, picks me up, his hands under my ass and carries me upstairs. “Which one is yours?”
His voice is so husky and silky. “Last door.” He nods, walking in that direction. I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling secure and protected. My tongue, curious little devil, wants to know if he tastes as good as he smells. I mean, a quick lick won’t hurt right?
Like a naughty pixie, I allow the tip to touch his warm skin. Mistake. I can’t stop with a taste. Gliding my flattened tongue from the base of his neck to right before his ear, I moan at the spicy flavor. His grip on my ass is tighter as he curses and groans. “Fuck, Angel. I am trying to be gentle.” He says before lowering me to the bed. He moves back, his chest moving up and down rapidly, licking his lips while his eyes run along my body making me squirm. “Take your clothes off, baby.”
His command flows right through me to my clit. It pulses, the excitement of being the one to take orders for once. I nod, tearing my shirt over my head. He curses once more seeing I am naked and ready. “Spread those devious thighs and show me how much you want me.” Oh God. I lean back and do what he says, placing both my feet on the bed so I spread wide for him. He can see me from hole to hole and it feels decadent and bad. I watch as he sheds his clothes faster than I thought possible.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” I ask him. My voice is low and dizzy. His fist is stroking his cock which is making my mouth water, my pussy ache and my belly flutter.
“Is that what you want?” He walks closer to me.
“It’s not all I want.” Might as well lay it all out. I only get this one night with the man I love.
He growls and climbs on the bed, between my open legs. He leans down and kisses me. Our tongues dancing. Then he reaches behind him and moves my arms, he kisses my neck, my chest, he sucks and bites my nipples. I cry out while he bathes my hardened nipples in his mouth. He continues to travel further down, kissing my stomach and each of my thighs.
When he reaches my pussy, he leans in and sniffs, moaning before his tongue splits my sticky lips open and laves then in his saliva. “Shit. Callum!” My hips lift off the bed, the pressure intense and unexpected. His forearm holds my hips to the bed, and I am at his mercy.
Over and over he licks and sucks from my pussy, adding more and more pressure to my clit, edging me and then letting me come down. He licks me from rosebud to the place I desperately need him to invade, twirling his tongue around inside of me. “So fucking sweet, Angel. A sweet pussy for my murderous queen. Such a sexy contradiction.” His words are filled with worship and mischief. They are truthful and sexy. “I don’t want your orgasm in my mouth baby. I want it on my cock.”
He moves back up, kissing me along the way, wiping my own syrup on my skin. When his mouth reaches mine, I moan, licking my cream from his lips, frantically trying to take in as much of him as I can. Distracted by his addictive lips, he slams his cock into me. I gasp as he brutally takes my cherry.
“You fucking saved it for me, didn’t you?” he grunts but doesn’t stop thrusting into me forcefully. I look at his face, his expression is one of surprise and love. Without missing a beat, he leans down and kisses me gently. He manipulates my body in so many ways, I don’t think I could tell you my name right now. I feel something building but I ignore it because I never, ever want the pleasure he’s giving me to end.
“Give it to me, Angel,” he demands, still fucking into me.
“No,” I reply defiantly.
“Come on. Give me that flood, baby. Come for me,” he says, goading me, my pussy clenches around him at his words. “Come for me.” His words are my undoing.
“I’m coming, Callum,” I scream as he continues to thrust into me, spilling his seed inside of me. I should make him pull out, but I don’t want to. At least right now I don’t. I am sure in the light of day I will regret all of this. But right now, I can’t. So, I snuggle into him and choose to love it.
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Holy shit! Holy fuck! What did I do? I am lying in bed beside him, the sexy God who just turned my whole world upside down, not sleeping, dying on the inside because I know this can’t happen again. I was selfish and wanted this for myself, but now, knowing I have to get up and leave him.
Giving myself five more minutes, turning on my side, I take in the smooth lines of his face. His defined chin, sexy and masculine. I lightly trace his lips, remembering how they kissed every inch of me, slowly, greedily but with so much reverence. I remember how he told me he loved me as he moved in and out of me, kissing me, licking me, owning the part of my heart he thawed out.
Tears fall from my eyes as I take a deep breath and kiss him one more time before slowly getting out of the bed and into my closet. I decide not to shower. I don’t want to wash him off me right now. I want to be able to smell him while I am walking away from him.
Dressed, I peek my head out and see he is still sleeping. One more lingering look, and I am down the stairs and out the door. I wipe my face, telling myself it is just me thinking about my father. I refuse to be honest with myself. Especially not now.Bzzz.My phone vibrates.
“Talk.”
“I found him.” The voice on the other line says.
“Which one?” I ask Hiram, my off the grid tracker.
“Not the king. But I found the knight.” Ah. Ruslan. Fidel’s confidante and second in command.
“Yes. Excellent. Do I have the coordinates?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” I put my foot on the brake, his response alerting me to something being off.