Chapter 12
TWELVE
CALLUM
I’d started shaking the minute my fingers had entered her, and I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried.
She was so perfect. I’d wanted her so badly, and I’d almost convinced myself that I’d made up our attraction.
I’d invented the fire in her eyes. I’d hallucinated the way my body reacted to her.
But it was real. Nothing had ever been so real as my desire for this woman. I didn’t care that anyone could walk in, or that she definitely hated me beneath the unstoppable force of our attraction. It didn’t matter.
What mattered was the sight of her sitting on the edge of a billiards table, her dress crumpled in a pink, frothy mass above her hips, her knees spread wide.
Her feet were wrapped in ridiculous pink heels that seemed completely opposite to something the Deena I knew would wear.
I wanted her to wear nothing but them, pink straps digging into her ankles while I held them spread wide and had my fill of her.
I put my hands on her legs and forced them wider, my thumbs pressing into the impossibly soft flesh of her upper thighs. I wanted to bite them, suckle them, leave my mark. I wanted her to look at herself in the mirror later and remember how much I wanted her.
Her panties were still bunched to the side, and the center of her glistened. With a deep inhale, I tried to marshal my thoughts. Control was slipping from my grasp, and I hated that. I slid my thumbs toward her core, tracing the swollen, wet lips I couldn’t wait to taste.
Deena shivered, then leaned forward and put her hand over my cock.
“Stop touching me,” I rasped, eyes never straying from the movement of my thumbs.
She shivered as I circled her clit with one thumb, the other dipping inside her. But she didn’t take her hand away from my rigid length. Instead, she squeezed it and whispered, “No.”
I huffed a laugh, gaze flicking up to meet hers. She was flushed all over her face, neck, and chest, her cleavage dappled with fine droplets of sweat. Her hair was a wild, glorious mane that framed her face. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
“Brat,” I growled, pressing her clit hard. “You don’t touch me until I tell you to.”
Her hand spasmed against me, and I jerked in response, my hips chasing more of that feeling. More of her. Her head fell back, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to press my lips to her fluttering pulse. I tasted her skin, my fingers sliding back inside her as she moaned.
But she didn’t take her hand off my cock. Instead, she started squeezing and stroking and teasing. I scraped my teeth against her neck and relished the shiver that went through her body. She was so wet it dripped down my fingers and coated my palm.
She would feel like heaven. I needed to get inside her.
But not like this. Not until I was ready, until I knew she was mine.
“Hands off my cock, Deena,” I rasped, and closed my teeth over her earlobe.
The panting of her breath was sweet and fast, the air dancing over the skin of my jaw. “Make me,” she whispered.
Even now, when she’d agreed she wanted me—when she’d agreed that she needed what I could give her—Deena resisted. That independent streak flared bright and strong, just like it did when she marched into my office and made a fool out of me.
I fucking loved that about her.
Smiling against the corner of her jaw, I took my hands away from her core and manacled her wrists. She gasped, fighting me, but when I held her wrists in one hand at her front, her shoulders relaxed. I pulled away, loving the dazed, glazed look in her eyes. I had her.
I fucking loved that too.
“You know what happens to girls who don’t do as they’re told, Deena?” With my free hand, I unbuckled my belt.
She licked her lips. “What?”
“They get punished.” I squeezed her wrists, causing her arms to straighten and press against the sides of her breasts. She looked completely undone, and I was drunk with the sight of it.
Control was a funny thing. In this particular moment, I was in control of what we were doing, but I was losing control over myself.
Deena was too intoxicating. I’d wanted her too much, and now she was giving me everything I’d ever dreamed of.
Her fight before her submission. The softening of her expression when I had her in my grasp.
The way she kept her knees as wide as I’d pushed them, teasing me with the sight of her glistening cunt.
I inhaled a long, shaking breath, watching every expression on her face. I needed to be sure she wanted this. Needed to be sure I wasn’t taking this too far, because I’d shown up here after she’d blocked me, and she was so good at pushing against my every effort to claim her.
I loosened my grip on her wrists slightly, studying her.
As if she could hear the doubts swirling in my mind, Deena’s eyes focused. She blinked, smiled softly, and said, “Fuck me, Cal.”
The leash snapped. In an instant, I had her on her back on the green felt with my cock in my hand. The next instant, I was inside her. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. And it gave me the sweetest moan I’d ever heard in my life straight from my woman’s lips.
“You want everyone to hear you?” I asked, sliding out only to push back in. My hand landed on the table near her head as I pushed in deeper. “Want your ex to know I’m the one who’s fucking you?”
Her head rolled on the felt as she tilted it to look at me. Her eyes were glittering. “So jealous, Cal.”
My hips snapped, and she couldn’t stop her moan. “Yes,” I agreed. “I am jealous.” I punctuated every sentence with a thrust of my hips. “Jealous of every man who gets to see you. Speak to you. Touch you.”
“I haven’t even seen Austin in ye—ohhh,” she ended on a moan as I gave it to her deeper and rougher, her fingertips curling into my arms as she arched her back to take all of me.
“You don’t say another man’s name when I’m inside you,” I said, voice black with fury and lust and possession.
Her hair clung to the felt behind her head, a halo of gold and brown. Her eyes fluttered shut as I fucked her, and I caught her hand as she tried to slide it toward her clit, pinning it up above her head. She whimpered in protest, and I clicked my tongue.
“I told you this was punishment,” I said, my voice low and breathless. “This one’s just for me. I’m going to take what I want from you, and you’re not going to come unless I tell you to.”
Her chest flushed red, the color climbing up her neck to sweep over her cheeks. Exquisite.
“Cal,” she whispered.
My movements slowed. I met her gaze, every ounce of my will focused on pausing. All I wanted was her. All I could think of was the orgasm tightening at the base of my spine, the desire to claim this woman for my own.
But she’d said my name, and she needed something from me.
Stopping would hurt me. Not stopping would kill me. I would not hurt her.
Gasping for breath, I forced out the words, “Yes, love?”
“The other hand. Please.” Her eyes were liquid and begging.
It took me a second to figure out what she meant. But the fingers of her free hand curled into my elbow, fingernails digging into the fragile skin of the joint. Understanding snapped inside me, and I grabbed that wrist to pin it above her head with the other.
Deena’s whole body relaxed, a sigh slipping through her lips as soon as I had her pinned. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she gave herself to me completely.
From one second to the next, I was in love with her. It didn’t matter that we barely knew each other, or that I was pretty sure she hated me. She was perfect, and I loved her. From that moment on—that moment of unadulterated trust and surrender—she was mine.
My orgasm ripped through me in a wave of fire. I stifled the roar that tried to escape my throat, grabbing my cock as I pulled out of her. My other hand gripped her thigh as I painted her with my release. Marked her as mine.
“Now, Deena,” I said, squeezing the base of my cock as I milked every drop. “Now you can make yourself come.”
Her fingers were stroking her clit in an instant, spreading my own orgasm all over her glistening skin.
Through half-lidded eyes, Deena watched me watch her.
I held her thighs apart so I could feel the way they twitched as she touched herself.
She looked undone and messy, so different from the utterly self-possessed woman I’d come to know.
My chest felt hot and tight at the realization that she trusted me to see her like this. Me, and no one else.
Unable to resist temptation, I slid my fingers inside her, curling them as I stroked. Deena’s inner walls clenched, and she inhaled sharply as her back arched. Her free hand flew down to grab my wrist, holding me inside her as she rubbed herself to completion.
It was the single most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.