Chapter 4 #2
His thumb grazed the holster and moved back and forth on it. He didn’t disarm me. Instead, his hand just gripped me there, so big it was more than half the size of my whole thigh.
“A smart wife over a dumb one. I guess I shouldn’t complain that we’ll be getting married even if I wasn’t really looking for a wife.”
I finally got the fourth button and wiggled a little to get to the fifth.
He didn’t hide his thick, hard length against the side of my ass when I did. Instead, he groaned as I held back a whimper.
I was so stupid for being turned on. I hated myself for it. I really did.
This is exactly why Callahan shouldn’t really want to marry—the guy was a woman’s walking orgasm, and he could have anyone he wanted.
This was simply a business move for the Diamonds. A way to solidify all our businesses as theirs, and to have the promise of money they thought might have been hidden.
Still I wanted the answer from his lips directly, so I whispered, “Then why do this?”
His hand moved closer and closer to my center, and I let him inch there. Not because I was showcasing how good of a wife I would be, but because now I couldn’t look away from his blue eyes, couldn’t fight off the touch of him even if I knew he was the man my whole family hated.
“We do what we must for the family, Viper. You know this.”
Couldn’t he have said something more romantic?
I scoffed. “And that’s a partnership and marriage that conveniently claims almost everything we own.”
“Your uncle Monte agreed, Jasmina. Don’t blame me for your family’s poor negotiations. And remember, your empire is crumbling, not mine. You all know it. A dozen different enemies are about to strike. You have no real allies. No one to trust.”
He wasn’t wrong. Not about any of it.
“And why, again, should I trust you?” I glanced away to work on the sixth button, trying and failing to hide my irritation.
He grinned. “You shouldn’t, but I’m the only hope you’ve got.”
Right as I pushed the button through the hole and finished being a dutiful fiancée, his thumb got to my panty line and he hummed.
“So, seems you can be docile, then?” he murmured against my ear as his fingers heated me in a way the air never could.
I trembled under his touch but didn’t say anything until he bit the shell of my ear and growled, “Answer me, Viper. Can you be docile?”
“I am, aren’t I?” I practically choked on the words.
He hummed and murmured, “I like a submissive wife. Spread your legs.”
“Callahan.” I gulped, staring out at my family’s house. “This isn’t the time. The funeral’s soon.”
He moved his hand up my back and gripped my hair so he could expose more of my neck to his mouth. He let his lips ghost over my skin. “Then you’d better hurry and show me what I like, Jas.”
“This is wrong on every level,” I told him, but it came out almost as a whimper as I spread my legs. He wasted no time sliding a finger to my center. I gasped, and he groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you’re wet. Soaking for me.”
There was no hiding how turned on I was.
I just bit my lip and didn’t look at him.
I couldn’t. But looking at the home my family was in felt like betrayal too, so I looked down, but it was like Callahan knew I was trying to avoid it all, trying not to feel and digest everything we were doing, and so he forced me to.
He bit at my ear again as he slid two fingers into me and commanded, “Unwrap the blanket and watch.”
My eyes darted to his. “Callahan …” I said his name in warning. He couldn’t make me do this.
His gaze was just as determined and cold as mine, though. “I want you to watch how I own your pussy and your body right outside of your family’s home. I want you to beg for me to fuck you, knowing I’m the man they hate.”
“This will make me hate you too.”
“Good. I don’t need you falling in love with me as your husband, Jasmina. I just need you to be a dutiful wife. And I need you to be the woman who’s going to be able to walk into that house and tell them you’re marrying me whether they like it or not.”
When I didn’t move at first, he tilted his head and started to slide his fingers from me. My body immediately rejected the feeling, and I whimpered out a “this isn’t right.”
“If you don’t want this … and you want me to stop …” His tone was so charming, so nice … so ruthless.
One lone tear trekked down my cheek as I did what I knew I shouldn’t. I wanted to tell myself it was for my family and for all of us, but I knew better.
I wanted Callahan in that car even if I knew he was bad for me.
I let the blanket drop from around my chest and opened it wide so that my parted legs were on display. His long, thick fingers slid right back into my pussy like they belonged there.
My body completely defied me. I heard how wet my center was for him as he pumped me once and I gasped, my nipples hardening just for him, my pussy constricting with how good he felt.
“Fuck, you’re pretty when you give in to me, Viper.”
I moaned and rolled my hips as he pushed them to the hilt.
And when I arched on his leg, his head dropped to one of my breasts.
My hand went to his hair immediately, gripping him like I needed him there.
His tongue swirled around my nipple and then he nipped at them, arousing them further.
I watched as Callahan Knight, the man I was going to be forced to marry, brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
He pulled back from my breast, sucking at the same time, and a grotesque popping sound came from how he left my skin, a red mark immediately coming to the surface.
He growled and leaned down to bite it, but I was too consumed to tell him to stop even as he sucked harder and moved toward my neck.
I was holding onto my orgasm, holding onto my sanity, trying not to get lost in him when he was the reason my whole family was spiraling.
I was panting faster and faster now and couldn’t stop myself from rocking on his hand, from pleading with him. “Please, Callahan. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I want you,” I admitted, and it sounded almost like a cry. I needed more of him, and he knew it. He was holding back on touching my clit, thrusting his two fingers in me just enough but not.
“You want me enough to be my wife?”
“Yes,” I practically screamed.
“You’ll be Mrs. Knight?” he said against my neck.
“Whatever.”
He slowed his pace even more, and I gripped his wrist and said, “Please, don’t stop.”
“Say you want to be Mrs. Knight, Jasmina. Scream how you’ll love marrying your enemy.”
“I want to be Mrs. Knight. I’ll love it,” I cried, and then he pressed against my clit as he slid all four of his fingers straight into my pussy. I saw stars and Callahan’s smile as I hit an orgasm I’d never forget.