Chapter Twenty-Three Lexie
The inside of the warehouse passes in front of my eyes unseen as I stomp back to where Callum parked the car.
I’ll admit I slam the car door shut behind me a little harder than I should.
There’s no calming me down, even sitting alone in the silence.
Wrestling out of my scrubs until it’s just my dress, I whip the balled-up fabric into the back seat.
It’s a good thirty minutes before Callum climbs into the driver’s seat beside me.
The car ride is spent in an uncomfortable silence and the tension grows thicker by the second.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse is even worse.
I feel like I’m in a room with a ticking time bomb. I’m not sure which one of us will explode first, but it will be catastrophic either way.
Turns out the sound of the elevator ding when we reach the top floor is the last straw. Something shifts in the air that feels final and unforgiving—the point of no return.
As soon as the doors slide open I make my escape—rushing into the apartment and heading to the nearest door to close. I end up in the guest bathroom in the entryway. Callum is right on my heels before I slam the door shut in his face and flip the lock.
“Open the fucking door, Lexie. Don’t make me break it down.
” My heart hammers in my chest at the dark threat in his voice.
He means it, he’ll come in after me. Anger flares in me, my defiance mixing with dread.
I have two options here: open the door myself or let him break it down.
Both end the same—with me face-to-face dealing with the wrath of a furious Callum.
Hand trembling slightly, I flip the lock and slowly open the door.
There’s no way I’m gonna show him how rattled I really am, so I square my shoulders to face him.
Callum’s storming the door the second it’s open, stalking towards me until I’m backed against the wall.
He doesn’t stop until we’re chest to chest and I’m forced to tilt my head back to look up at him.
“You’re a sociopath.” My barb hits him without inflicting any damage. His eyes move across my face in dark possession, sending potent lust pooling between my legs as my heart rate jumps.
“What pisses you off more, hmm? The fact that I’m a killer? Or that it doesn’t stop you from getting wet for me?”
“I hate you,” I snap angrily, shoving against his chest to put some space between us.
It’s pointless, the man is as moveable as a mountain.
He catches my wrists and pins them to the wall above my head, taking a step closer just to make a point.
He’s bigger than me, stronger than me, and a sadistic control freak who needs to assert his dominance.
My pulse jumps, breasts heaving with each breath.
“You’re a terrible liar, Dewdrop,” he states, his observant gaze on me full of heated intent.
“I wish I never met you.” This time it’s not a lie. This man has completely taken over my life and turned it inside out. He’s turned me inside out.
“Regret is a waste of time, there’s no going back.
You’re mine now.” His deep voice rolls over me as he presses closer, his knee pushing between my legs to spread them open and rub against me where heat is already starting to pool.
Anger and frustration radiate from him, mixed with something in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.
He’s so close, leaning over me with his face just inches from mine.
“There’s no pretending. You want me as much as I want you. ”
“Don’t.” There’s no conviction in my voice as it trails off, my eyes latched on his lips.
“Don’t, what? Touch you?” Callum challenges, pressing closer.
The intent in his gaze dares me to end this.
“Tell me to stop.” He leaves one hand to keep my wrists pinned against the wall above my head, the other slipping under my jaw to take hold of my throat possessively.
Desire pulses through me from the pressure of him as my head tilts up just a fraction, bringing my lips a breath away from his.
“Would you even listen?” I ask, not even bothering to hide how aroused I am right now. I need him, every inch of my body is screaming to feel every inch of his.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he says without hesitation. “I don’t want a woman who doesn’t want me.” His meaning is clear, and if that doesn’t make him even hotter, his eyes are roaming over my face like I’m a meal he’s about to devour.
“Good.” I’m practically breathless. “I don’t want a man who doesn’t take what he wants.” This man is going to ravage me—rough, and hard, and without mercy. And god, I want him to.
“I’m going to do so much more than take you.” His voice vibrates through me, tickling every nerve ending in my body. “I’m going to own you.” When his mouth lowers to mine, he doesn’t kiss me—he consumes me. His lips take mine in an all-consuming kiss that doesn’t allow me to catch my breath.
The hand on my throat wanders down until he’s palming my left breast greedily. Even through my dress and bra, his rough hands seem to burn straight to my skin. A moan escapes me when he squeezes my aching breast almost painfully. The discomfort just adds to my bliss with his assault on my senses.
Callum lowers his grip, running his hand up the back of my thigh, over my ass, then around to my center. His fingertips brush along the waistline of my panties, giving the elastic a little snap, before cupping my pussy firmly.
“Fuck.” The curse is pulled out of me. I’m not ready when his fingers push past the sheer fabric and straight between my lips. Arching against him, I’m breathless. “Oh god.”
“Don’t move.” The order is muttered right into my ear as his fingers move, exploring for a torturous moment before plunging into me, hard and fast. My gasp is involuntary, and it takes everything in me not to arch into his touch.
But I keep still as his fingers invade me in the most powerful and delicious way.
“Good girl.” Those two words, said deeply into my ear, have me teetering on the edge of euphoria.
Another moan escapes me, and my restrained hands push against his as I fight my body to remain still instead of giving in to the pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so wet and responsive. If I had any patience left, I’d take my time sucking every drop from you. ”
“I’m so close,” I pant, teetering on the brink as his fingers drive me to insanity. “Oh, yes.”
“Not yet.” The command is accompanied by a relentless pace as his fingers work inside me. My eyes catch his, the piercing gaze as unrelenting as his masterful hands. The wave building inside me intensifies, and I’m on the brink. I know he can see it in my eyes, can feel it. “Not yet.”
“I don’t think I can stop it,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensations threatening to drown me.
“You’ll wait.” His tone leaves no room to argue. My body shivers as I fight against the orgasm looming, my breathing becoming erratic against the sensual torture. “Ask me nicely to let you come. Beg me.”
The shivers turn into shakes, and I’m delirious against his hands. The agony is so delicious, I can hardly stand it. I need to come. “Callum.”
“Beg me,” he repeats, his rhythm never faltering. If I don’t come soon, I might die. My breathless pants turn into moans as I hold on for dear life. His hand moves from my wrists to lift my chin. The moment our eyes meet, I know I’ll say anything.
“Please, Callum. Let me come,” I beg without shame. The raw hunger in his eyes only intensifies, if that’s even possible.
“Come for me.” His hand on my chin keeps our eyes locked as I shatter into a million pieces. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, until I’m seeing stars. And his fingers never stop moving, drawing out my orgasm until I’m breathless. “Fuck, you’re such a beautiful, dirty girl for me.”
“I am, oh god. Yes,” I breathe. I barely have time to catch my breath before the need in Callum’s eye forces him into action. It’s like he can’t stand and watch for another minute without being inside me.
“Turn around.” Even as he says it, he’s moving me and I’m being bent over the sink, my ass in the air. I don’t have time for questions as he flips up my dress and tugs down my underwear.
I stand in delicious agony, chest braced against the vanity and my hand gripping the counter, as I wait. My level of anticipation rises with the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper. I don’t realize how far gone I am until I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper.
Just like with his fingers, he gives no warning before he plunges inside me, deep and hard. There’s no finessing or teasing, just need and domination. My back bows with the strength of my gasp, my hands keeping me steady as he drives into me.
“Fuck, your pussy is made for me.” His grunts turn into growls as he slams into me. His cock is as harsh and unforgiving as the rest of him. He’s stretching me, filling me so completely I feel like I’m in danger of bursting. My moans are a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
“You’re so big,” I all but sob. It’s almost too much, his power is almost painful. I’m sure his grip on my hips will leave bruises as I hold on to the sink base for dear life.
“You’ll take it. All of it.” His pace is punishing, both brutal and delicious. My nerve endings fire rapidly, and the pleasure is almost blinding as it builds quickly inside me. “Fuck, you feel so good. You like that, my dirty girl?”
“Yes, god yes.” The words are ripped out of me as he relentlessly pounds us both into oblivion. Still sensitive from my first orgasm, this stimulation is almost too much to handle. The edges of my vision blur as a new orgasm builds inside me. “I’m going to come.”
“Not until I say so.” I could cry at his demand. My body is wrecked from the pleasure and screaming for release. Holding back this climax is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever done.
“Callum, please,” I plead, his cock so deep I’m pretty sure I can feel him in my throat. He’s so powerful, it’s all too much. “Please.”