2. Calum
CALUM
T here are only two things that keep me from fucking Annabelle on the leather seats of my car right now.
Alessio, my driver; I’m not sharing her moans of pleasure with him or anyone else.
And the second thing . . . my phone going off in my suit jacket. The vibrations haven’t stopped since I escorted Miss Belle out of the party.
I’ve never been harder in my life, walking behind this beautiful rose with everyone’s eyes on us. There isn’t a single guest that didn’t watch in silence as her heels clicked and my hand rested on her back.
Speculation and rumors have already started. I can only imagine what they’ve conjured up in their heads.
Not a single one of them has the balls to ask though. Maurizio is the only soul who’s called. Time after time, his calls have been persistent, and I’m certain his voicemails are riddled with concern. Perhaps threats at first. Maybe indignation. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll be begging for an answer and to know she’s all right in the last message he leaves tonight.
“Harrison.” Belle’s soft voice grabs my attention. Without the laced ribbon across her face, she’s even more alluring. With soft curves and long brunette locks that sweep across her slender shoulders, every inch of her was made to tempt me. She has classic beauty.
Even the way she says my name, questioningly and submissively . . . the desire to take her raw right here and now may win out. “It’s Calum . . .”
She clears her throat politely before asking, “Did you know?” There’s a brazen tone to her voice that gets my attention.
“Know what?”
“That my father wouldn’t be able to pay you.” Her lips stay parted just slightly. Her thighs tighten every single time I look her in the eyes.
I could answer her honestly and admit I knew he was a losing bet. I could lie and hide the truth from her. Instead, I settle on something else. “I knew I wanted you. But I didn’t know the foreplay would be this . . . enticing.”
Her chest rises, and a deep blush blooms in her cheeks.
My phone rings again, interrupting the moment, and I don’t hide my annoyance.
“You’re a smart girl,” I compliment her as I press the ignore button on my phone, sending her father’s call straight to voicemail.
“If I’m smart,” she practically whispers, her delicate fingers gripping the edge of the leather. The seat protests as she readjusts, attempting not to squirm under my gaze. Licking her lips, she continues, “Then I should know this . . . trip to discuss terms is more than just a trip to discuss terms?” She says each word carefully, and only once she’s finished speaking, making her very true statement sound as if it’s a question, does she look me in the eye.
The air is thick between us. She already knows the answer.
There’s nothing else I want more, and there’s no way for her father, Maurizio, to pay.
A text comes through on my phone just as I decide a simple ‘yes’ will suffice. It halts my answer.
I stare down at the message from Alessio even though Belle’s gaze stays on me:
I’m not certain this is for your best interest.
My answer is immediate:
You said yourself, I’m viewed too harshly, too much of a beast. No one comes to us out of fear, and if I don’t soften, I’ll lose everything.
His answer comes just as quickly, and I ignore it as the red light in front of us changes to green.
You think blackmail and extortion is softening?
He can call it whatever he’d like. The men I deal with are weak when it comes to violence. Bloodstained streets is how I acquired a good portion of my wealth. They need to see me in a different light, and a woman like Belle by my side will do just that.
“Calum?” Belle whispers my name again, and I’m reminded of the strain against my zipper. Her red-stained lips are parted, and all I can envision is slipping my cock between them.
“Yes. This is much more than discussing terms. You’d be smart to know that,” I finally answer her, and this time when my phone vibrates, I simply turn the damn thing off.