Chapter 11
Callie
Just as I was about to speak, he twisted my head and kissed me.
Slow. Sensual.
His fingers didn’t stop teasing my clit, like he could coax every word I might’ve said straight out of me.
Each movement of his lips—every flick of his tongue—spoke of experience. I melted into the kiss, responding without a second thought.
Hard to stay impartial when it felt like I had a damn baseball bat shoved inside me.
When he released my lips, I pouted. He smiled.
“I was joking about the rent.”
“I wasn't.”
He gently nudged me back onto the desk, then slowly pulled out of me.
“Is it broken?” I asked. “My pussy.”
He chuckled, slapping my sore ass cheek.
“You’ll live.”
“For now.”
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmured.
“I thought men were one and done.”
“If that’s what you think, no wonder you bought a toy,” he said, shaking his head as I turned to face him.
I frowned a little, eyes dropping to where his dick was already tucked away in his underwear.
Disappointing. Deeply disappointing.
“That’s when I felt it—the warm gush sliding down my inner thighs.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” I said slowly.
“I’m clean,” he replied, far too casually.
“Never mind that. I could get pregnant.”
“Yeah, that’s the whole point of sex,” he countered, like we were discussing the weather.
Before I could say anything, he tugged my T-shirt over my head, catching my glasses in the process.
I glared at his now-blurred face, but he gently pried the glasses from the tangled fabric and placed them back on me.
The gesture caught me off guard. Minor, but oddly sweet.
My bra slipped down my arms and landed on the floor.
He stepped back to examine me.
I almost lifted my hands to cover myself—until he spoke.
“You’re beautiful, Callie.”
I grinned.
“A beautiful brat. Bedroom. Now.”
“God, you’re so bossy,” I muttered as he took my hand.
“I heard that, and it's detention for you.”
“I've never had detention in my life,” I said, giggling at the way he mimicked a teacher.
He was rather good at it.
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My head slipped off my hand, and I jolted awake. The class was still in session. I glanced around, but no one had noticed that I’d nodded off.
Alistair Graves was thorough with his lesson plan.
After being almost dicked to death, I’d snuck back to mine at two a.m. when all the lights were out. I checked my phone and saw part of his message.
The image of his cock flashed through my mind.
His dick wasn’t normal. It was so thick I couldn’t get my fingers around it without choking it, and it was so long I was sure he’d done permanent damage to my cervix. I’d felt the bulge through my belly.
But if I was being honest, I didn’t want to go back to a normal-sized dick.
I tapped on his message.
Alistair: Finish class and come home.
I knew his game. He wouldn’t win.
Me: I can’t. I need to sleep, revise, and it’s movie night with the girls.
Alistair: I don’t care if it’s for ten minutes. Come over. You said anything, remember?
He was dangerously addictive.
The first man who didn’t wear a condom.
The first man to make me come.
The first to go down on me.
Or do that thing with his fingers.
I was playing Russian roulette with my womb.
Me: Ten minutes. ONLY.
The dick was too good, even though Alistair was a walking, talking red flag.
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A sleek black Audi was parked outside, drawing attention. This wasn’t the usual type—it looked sporty and high-end. The driver’s door opened, and Alistair stepped out, wearing sunglasses and his usual casual attire.
A few guys who’d paused to admire the car quickly moved on when they saw who it belonged to.
Alistair walked straight toward me.
Just the memory of him inside me made me clench my thighs. I still ached from yesterday, each bruise on my hips and ass a reminder of his savagery—the kind that didn’t feel cruel, just… uncontrolled.
“Hello,” he purred, reaching for me.
His arms slid around my waist, dipping me backwards before kissing me full on the mouth.
I gripped the nape of his neck, breathing in the woody scent of his aftershave, opening for him. He growled and plunged his tongue deep, making me moan into his mouth.
And for a moment, I forgot everything.
Even the fact that I never told him where to find me.
His hand slipped from my waist down to the curve of my ass.
My backpack slid off my arm and hit the ground as he gave me a final peck on the lips.
I couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but his mouth curled into a smirk.
“Ten minutes, huh?”
“Come take a nap at mine,” he murmured. “I’ll help you revise. Then go home for your movie.”
He didn’t need to tell me what else was on the menu.
After a brief pause, I nodded. Only then did he pull me up and scoop my backpack off the ground like a gentleman—or a villain in disguise.
I couldn’t tell which one he was.
The conflict was real.
He put my bag on the back seat before opening the passenger door for me. Despite the heat outside, the car was cool inside—sleek and quiet, just like him. I buckled my seatbelt while he climbed in and revved the engine a few times, then indicated and pulled out.
“I didn’t know you had two cars,” I said, admiring the smooth, understated luxury.
“I keep this one in the garage,” he replied, placing his hand on my thigh like it belonged there.
“How was class?”
“I fell asleep,” I grumbled.
“You should’ve gone to bed earlier.”
My head snapped around so fast I felt the muscles in my neck strain.
“Perhaps I could have—if someone hadn’t kept sticking his dick inside me,” I huffed.
“Don’t worry,” he said smoothly. “I have a technique that’ll help you nap.”
I folded my arms over my chest and stared out the windscreen.
“I’m sure you do,” I said dryly.
His fingers curled around my thigh, his pinkie brushing the seam of my crotch.
“A few screaming orgasms and you’ll be out,” he murmured.
Honestly?
That didn’t sound too bad.