Chapter 4 Callum
CALLUM
The door clicks shut behind me. Piper is backed against the wall like a cornered animal.
Fuck. Fuck. This was supposed to be simple. A jab at my sister, that ice-queen who cut me out like I was yesterday's trash. Mess with her best friend, make her squirm, watch the fallout from a distance. Revenge wrapped in a pretty package.
But staring at Piper now, I feel the plan crumbling.
I cross the room in two strides, my hand slamming against the wall beside her head, caging her in. She flinches, but doesn't duck away.
Good girl.
“Callum,” she says, breathing heavy.
I don't give her time to say anything more. My other hand fists the front of her coat, yanking her flush against me, and I crash my mouth down on hers, her lips parting on a gasp that I swallow whole.
My body pins hers to the wall, hips grinding forward, letting her feel how fucking hard she makes me.
She fights me. Of course she does. Her hands shove at my chest, palms flat against the wet wool of my coat.
I growl into her mouth. “I know you want this. Unless... fuck, unless you like the fight. That it? You get off on pushing me away just so I drag you back?”
Her eyes flash and she shoves me harder, but her body arches into mine even as her mouth twists in a snarl. Then she grabs my face and kisses me again, desperate and shaking like she needs it just as much as she hates it.
But just as quickly, she pulls back, her hands pressed against my chest like she’s trying to hold herself together, or hold me back.
“You're an asshole. I hate you.”
Hate me? Oh, she can hate me.
I abandon the wall to seize the front of her coat, tearing down the zipper and yanking the heavy wool apart. I tug it down her arms and it pools at her feet.
Her arms go slack for a second, letting the fabric slide free, but her eyes? They're glaring daggers that could cut glass. My hands dive for her sweatpants next, my thumbs brushing the soft skin of her lower belly as I start to shove them down until they catch at her knees.
I spin her by the hips until her back is to me, her chest pressing against the wall. She yelps as she plants her hands to steady herself.
I press in close, letting her feel every inch of how hard she makes me. My free hand slides down her side, over the dip of her waist, landing right over her pussy. She bites off a moan, and her hips twitch forward into the pressure.
“Hate me, huh?” I rub up and down the length of her pussy with my fingers. “You don't seem to hate me when I'm touching you like this. When your cunt's throbbing for it.”
“I do hate you,” she moans.
But she still grinds into my hand.
She can spit fire all she wants, but her body’s telling me a different story. The way her hands clench like she doesn’t know whether to punch me or pull me closer.
And fuck, I want her to do both.
My fingers brush over her clit, teasing the sides of her pussy without mercy. She's bare now, no panties, her arousal coating my fingertips.
“Fuck, Piper,” I groan, nipping at her earlobe, sucking it between my teeth. “Feel that? How wet you are already? Bet if I spread you open right now, you'd beg me to fuck you deep. You hate me so much you’re dripping just thinking about my cock splitting you apart.”
Her hips roll in my hands in needy circles, chasing the tease of my fingers. She's fighting it, I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her nails scrape the wall, but her body's winning, hips undulating like she can't help it.
“That's right, darlin',” I say in triumph, dipping my fingers inside her cunt.
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing in tandem.
“You sure have an interesting definition of hate.
Grinding on my hand, soaking my fingers.
Your cunt's telling the truth. Clenching so tight, like it wants to keep me inside forever.”
“I hate you,” she gasps, the words fracturing on a moan as her hips buck harder, fucking herself on my fingers now. “I hate you...”
Her voice trails off into a whine as her head drops forward against the wall. I tangle my free hand in her hair, tugging her head back just enough to expose her throat. I lean in, sucking a mark that'll bruise by morning.
“I'm not done with you yet. You're stuck in my cabin, remember?
So here's what's gonna happen.” I pump my fingers harder until she's trembling around me.
“You're gonna bend over when I want, spread those pretty thighs and let me fuck you where I want.
Against this wall, on the floor, bent over the table until you can't walk straight. I’m gonna fill this tight little cunt with my come until it's leaking me for days.
And you'll take it, won't you? Because deep down, under all that hate, you crave it.”
She shatters, hips bucking as her body convulses around my fingers. A broken sound tears from her throat, but I don’t stop. I drive my fingers deeper, harder, dragging every last tremor out of her.
“Fuck,” she cries out.
I spin her to face me, grabbing her jaw.
“Good girl. I like having your come all over my fingers. But I’m still not done with you.”
Then I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her in a kiss that’s full of heat and punishment.
She bats at my chest with her hands and then rakes her nails down my neck, drawing a hiss from me. I retaliate by hoisting her up by the hips and slinging her over my shoulder. I carry her to the bedroom and toss her onto the bed, her body squirming in protest.
I pin her down with my weight. “You want to hate me? Fine. Hate me while I fuck you.”
She writhes beneath me, trying to twist free. I grab the front of her sweatshirt and drag it upward, peeling it over her arms and tugging it past her face. The fabric bunches over her eyes like a blindfold, blocking her view, but not the sharp little gasp she lets out when I lean in close.
I pin her arms to her sides with my hands and lower my mouth to her chest. My lips close around one nipple, sucking hard, then teasing with a flick of my tongue. She moans, her legs thrashing, hips grinding upward.
I pull back, and she stills, the sweatshirt still over her eyes. I shrug off my coat and sweatshirt, letting them hit the floor, then tug off my sweatpants and boots. Her head shifts slightly, like she’s straining to see through the fabric, tracking my movements.
I peel her sweatpants the rest of the way down along with her boots. She squeezes her thighs shut in a defiant clench, but I wrench them apart, spreading her wide. I kneel between her legs, nudging my cock against her entrance, dragging the tip through her folds, up over her clit, and back down.
“Fuck, please, just do it,” she begs.
I thrust into her and she arches with a cry.
“I hate you,” she hisses, but her hips roll to meet mine, her body still telling a different story.
“I think you love it,” I growl, gripping her hips as I set a punishing rhythm.
Her moans betray her, each one louder as I drive into her, the bed creaking under us.
“Hate me all you want, Piper, but you’re begging for this.”
She curses through gritted teeth, “I fucking hate you,” but her body clenches around me.
The tension builds, her protests dissolving, and I know she’s close again. I don’t let up, pushing her toward the edge, our bodies locked in this raw, messy dance of pretend rage and real desire.
“Hate me all you want, scream it if it makes you feel better, but this—” I punctuate with a particularly deep grind, “—this cunt's mine right now. So fucking perfect, clenching so pretty around my cock. Come on, baby. Come again for the bastard you hate. Let me feel you.”
She fights it, her head shakes side to side, teeth sinking into her lower lip. I don't let up, pounding into her relentlessly. Her body shudders violently, then her cry rips through the air as she comes undone around me.
I thrust through it, chasing my own edge. “You’re mine in this cabin, every fucking inch of you. You’re gonna take every drop of my come.”
I bury deep one last time, grinding into her as I come hard, filling her while she gasps beneath me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I just slept with my sister’s best friend.
My so-called revenge? It’s ash in my mouth now. Tasteless and cold, meaningless against the truth pounding through me like a second pulse.
I want Piper. Not as leverage in some petty war with my sister.
I want this. Her. The woman who pushes back when I push harder. Who makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t since everything went to hell.
And that might be the most dangerous thing of all.