Chapter 21
IVY
My adrenaline kicks in as I stare at the pavement below. My hair dangles over the edge of the building, and I try edging away. Although I’m not scared of heights, facing imminent death can change your perspective pretty fast.
Callen spanks my arse, pushing my hips against the wall. “You’re not going anywhere, princess.”
God, I hate him. I hate him so fucking… Shit!
I moan in surprise as his fingers meet and caress my slippery entrance, mentally cursing myself for how wet I am. Why is fighting him always such a turn-on? We’ve shared a dangerous connection since the moment we met. A simmering sexual tension follows us, teetering on the edge of love and hate.
I whimper while his fingers pump in and out of me, stretching me out with one, two, and then three. He withdraws to spit all over his hand, then slathers it all over my pussy before angling his cock towards me.
His velvety head and cold piercings part my lips, and he rubs his shaft over my wetness. I push back, surrendering to the sensation.
“I want to make you scream for the whole of London, princess,” he growls. He enters me with a forceful thrust, slamming his hips and filling me completely. “Fuck, yeah. See? I know exactly what you need, even if you don’t.”
The intensity makes me cry out into the night. People below us don’t look up. If they did, they’d see my head moving with every thrust.
My skin scrapes against the concrete and, despite my thoughts being a tangled mess, Callen’s cock grounds me. I relinquish control to him, closing my eyes and trying to tune out the noisy cars. I savour the chilly breeze tickling my thighs and concentrate on Callen’s pulsating cock plundering my pussy in brutal strokes.
He takes from me, using my body, and I let him. Shit, I want to let him. I moan and gasp, forgetting where we are, which only makes him buck more ferociously. My pussy tightens, squeezing him hard, but I’m not ready. Not yet.
“You’re going to come for me,” he commands. “Soak me.”
“No,” I argue.
I bite my lip.
“Do you really think you can deny me?” he mutters gruffly, spanking me. “You’re wrong.”
He speeds up. My orgasm builds, but I curl my toes and tense, trying to hang onto the unfurling knot inside me.
“You know I love a challenge,” he growls as the first wave of pleasure escapes from me in a whimper. “You like that, don’t you?”
His movement intensifies. My eyes snap open, watching the street below as I succumb to him. Pleasure takes over my entire body, making me quiver and struggle to stay balanced.
Callen’s thick thighs tense, and he buries himself deep inside me as my pussy squeezes every drop of cum from him.
“I know what else you’ll like,” he promises.
He slides his cock out and forces me upright by grabbing my hair. When I turn to face him again, his stares burn into me with lust right before his tongue invades my mouth. I have no choice but to accept. Our kiss is a battle of wills, filled with hate and forbidden promises.
Maybe Callen’s right about knowing what I need. I’m over the endless cups of tea, shortbread, and sympathy. I need a rush. I need to feel like I could die any minute.
Callen pushes me back, pressing my arse into the ledge. He picks me up, so I’m sitting on it, and he sinks to his knees. This would be the ideal opportunity to knee him in the face and break his nose, but I spread my legs wide, enjoying how he’s hungrily eyeing my pussy and his cum painted over my inner thighs.
“Time for dessert,” he murmurs before burying his head between my legs.
His tongue caresses me, probing my clit and lapping up all my wetness. I grip the ledge for extra support, but it’s too slippery to get a decent handle on it.
I cling onto Callen’s long hair and clench my thighs around his head, hoping it’s enough to stop me from plummeting to the pavement.
Callen settles into a slower rhythm, torturously running the tip of his tongue over my clit, which draws an intense moan from me as he circles it. Just as I’m about to come again, he halts.
“Hey!” I object.
He pulls away and stands, grinning. His deliciously arrogant half-smile would make most girls fall to their knees.
“Do you want more, princess?” His warm breath heats my cheeks. He smells of danger: bike oil, leather, and whiskey. “Beg me for it.”
“Never.”
No matter how desperate I am for release, I’ll never beg.
“Are you sure about that?” he teases, slipping his hand between my legs to knead my flesh. He slips two fingers inside me, and I gasp. “I can make you come so hard that you won’t be able to think about anything but what I’m doing to your cunt.”
Each stroke of his fingers stirs the embers that threaten to turn into a full-blown fire.
“Maybe I won’t give you what you need,” he says, unleashing his cock again to reveal another raging erection. “Maybe I’ll just take what I want.”
Damn, he has impressive stamina…
His thick member twitches as he lines himself up to my entrance. I jut my hips forward to encourage him, and we both watch my pussy stretch around him as he inches into me, and I swallow his dick right up. He groans as I wrap my knees around his torso to draw him closer and grind against him.
“If you won’t give me what I want, then I’ll take it,” I say.
“We’ll see about that.”
In a single swift motion, he grabs my waist and throws me back until I’m lying flat, and half of my body hangs over the edge of the building. I have to use all of my core strength to hold myself up.
I scream. Being bent over the edge was different. Now, I hover between life and death. I wrap my legs tightly around his torso and desperately hold the concrete. His hands holding me and my legs wrapped around him are all that’s stopping me from falling.
Callen smirks. “Can’t you handle the heat?”
“Put me down,” I demand.
He laughs and fucks me harder, using me like I’m his personal fuck puppet.
I squeal in terror. “Callen!”
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he fucks me more aggressively, making my tits jump around wildly. Being fucked by a psychopath and falling off a hotel roof is not how I planned to die!
“This is what you need,” he purrs. “I’ll only stop if you soak me. Scream my name, princess.”
He’s crazy. Fucking crazy! My pussy clamps onto him. I hate him. I hate him so fucking much!
“That’s right,” he says. “Come for me. Come all over me.”
The adrenaline racing through my veins heightens all my senses. Every thrust sets all my nerve endings alight as his metal piercing strokes my insides.
I want to resist him, but my body has other ideas. Rain starts falling, and I realise I can’t hold back anymore.
I come hard.
Callen’s fingers dig painfully into my sides as he holds me while I unravel. He meets my gaze as I come, refusing to look away and tying us together. Binding us in this sick, twisted moment.
“Say my name, princess,” he orders. “Or I’ll keep fucking you here all night.”
“Callen,” I moan.
“Louder!” he says, thrusting harder.
My back bends the wrong way, and my muscles wail in objection.
“Callen!” I scream in terror.
“That’s better.”
He pulls me back to safety and into a seated position while keeping his cock deep inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck in case he decides to throw me over. If he does, I’ll take him with me. His hands slide under my arse, and he carries me away.
With surprising tenderness, he holds me. No movement or motion, just his powerful arms wrapped around my body in a tight embrace. The rain comes down heavier, making our hair stick to our faces and drenching our clothes, but he doesn’t let me go.
“You know I’d never throw you off the roof, princess.”
I’m not so sure.
Slowly, he lifts me off of him and places me down. I tug down my dress and look into his eyes. He thinks he knows me, and maybe he does. But I know him too. Looking at Callen is like staring into a mirror.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asks, placing his hands on my shoulders to make sure I won’t fall.
“Never do that to me again,” I hiss through gritted teeth.
“What part?” He raises an eyebrow. “Holding you over the edge of a skyscraper or the multiple orgasms?”
I narrow my eyes.
“I told you I knew what you needed,” he says in his usual smug tone. “Look, we don’t know what’s coming next, Ivy.” He rarely uses my name, so my ears prick up. “But whatever happens, you have the Dukes and a second chance. Don’t blow it because you’re stuck in the past and holding a grudge. Take it from someone who made the same mistakes. You need to fight for your family. I wish I had…”
He looks into the distance, his head and thoughts lost to another place. A time filled with regrets.
He’s right, though.
Daisy needs me. I have to get a grip because we’re about to face the biggest fight of our lives. I can put my feelings for the Dukes aside for now. Killing Alaric is all that matters. We’re fighting for my sister’s freedom.
I clear my throat and say, “We should probably head back to the suite…”
“Seb’s probably sent out a search party by now,” Callen says as he turns to leave.
I grab his wrist. “Wait.”
“What?”
A blush creeps up my neck as I whisper, “Thank you.”