by Skyla Madi
“You haven’t broken up with him completely because you hate confrontation, like your mother,” I point out. “Look at you. You can’t even face me.”
Grabbing a handful of bundled socks out of my bedside drawer, she throws them over her shoulder with a growl, then snatches the heavy blanket from my bed and rips it off. If only she went into my closet instead of tearing through my things, she’ll find what she’s looking for.
“There are a lot of things I can say about you too, Caleb Andrews,” she bickers, continuing to throw shit around my room.
“Then say it,” I demand, shadowing her every step of the way. “Tell me what I already know.”
“No.”
I snag her elbow and pull her around to face me. “Tell me.”
“I hate you.” I flinch, and she inches back, tears lambent in her eyes as her scared gaze flickers over my face. It’s a punch to my gut. “I hate that you came into my life and shook it up. Twice. I hate that you’ve warped me. Consumed me. Mostly, I hate that I can’t be with anyone else because every fiber in my being is hooked on you.”
I frown. That’s a funny way to tell someone you love them more than anything else. I swallow hard.
“Maybe I hate you too.” Her eyelids flutter as she does her best to absorb her own flinch. “I was content with my pain, familiar with the numbness…then you blew in with the wind and fucked my whole existence.” I grab her shirt and jerk her to me. Her hands fly to my chest and smooth over my pectoral muscles as I press my palm to the small of her back. “I was never supposed to love you, but you demanded it with your pretty eyes and pouty lips. I didn’t stand a chance.” I snake my hand up her back and grasp a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. Her breath hitches, and she digs her fingers into my chest. I lean in and touch my nose to the base of her throat. She smells good. “And then you left,” I speak to her soft skin.
Cassia gulps, shaking her head. “You let me go.”
My heart stammers because she’s right. I don’t want her to be. I want all my pain and suffering and loneliness to be her fault. I loathe that it’s mine.
I tighten my grip on her pretty hair. “You didn’t have to go.”
“Yes, I did.”
“I loved you,” I tell her. “I needed you.”
“If you proved it, if you needed me as bad as you say you did, I would have stayed.” She cuts her eyes at me. “But you sent me a text message instead.”
I make a tight, aggressive noise in my chest.
That stupid fucking text message.
*Cassia*
Caleb lurches forward, swallowing the remaining inch between us. Growling, he pushes me against the wall and viciously attacks my mouth with his. His lips are urgent and angry, and his tongue is punishing. Unforgiving. I groan in triumph, burying my fingers in his blond hair, only for him to rip away from me, grab the hem of my shirt, and pull it up over my head. It’s a messy, desperate fumble, but I end up half naked against the cold brick wall in a matter of seconds.
Then his mouth is back on mine.
His hands on my breasts.
My hips.
My ass.
He kneads my flesh with hostility, squeezing every inch of me until I hiss into his mouth, and he absorbs it all with a satisfied groan. My head spins, drunk on a dangerous mix of anger, desperation, love, hate, and arousal. I want him to hurt me. Mostly, I want to hurt him, and I can do that by leaving.
I break the kiss and glare at him. “Where are my clothes?”
“I’ll tell you,” he replies, smirking, “when you apologize.”
Apologize? For what?
“I am sorry,” I say, unable to hide my sneer. “I’m sorry I answered the door to your hot roommate and threw away my only day off to come and see you.”
“Hot? Your taste in men is slipping.” He laughs in my face, and it’s sinister, almost threatening. “Wade is a step up from Nick though, I’ll admit.”
“You’re being biased. Nick is handsome.”
He squeezes my ass harder in his hands, and I revel in his jealousy. “He’s useless.”
“But he’s good with his mouth.”
A lie, but he doesn’t have to know that. Caleb pulls his face back from mine to get a better look at me and I smirk at him when the gorgeous specks of green in his irises flare.
“Don’t play with me, little girl,” he threatens, his voice deep and rough enough to send a delightful shiver down my spine. “You won’t like how it ends.”
“No?”
“No.” He dips his head to touch a kiss to my neck, then smile against my heated flesh. “You’ll love it.”
I tilt my head, giving him more skin to kiss. “How much will I love it?”
“Let’s see.”
Releasing my ass, he shoves his body to mine and yanks on one side of my hair, tugging my head on an angle, making my breath hitch. His grip on my hair is painful, unforgiving, but my blood has never burned so hot. My heart has never thundered so powerfully.
“You’re mine,” he says, dragging the tip of his nose along my neck to my ear.
I nod, and he releases my hair to snatch my breasts in his large hands. I straighten my head, our noses grazing.
“These are mine,” he utters, his tone low, cool, and calm.
I lick my lips and close my eyes as he lets go of my breasts and they drop, forcing me to feel the full weight of them. “Y-yes.”
“And this,” Caleb sneaks his fingers under the waistband of my pants and touches me between the legs; I gasp, my eyes shooting open, “is all mine.”
My knees shudder, struggling under my weight, as he rubs his fingers along my slit, then buries two of them inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I swear, pushing my hips off the brick, and snatch his wrist in one hand.
Caleb groans, tipping his head to watch himself as he drags his fingers out, then back in. He does it effortlessly, unbothered by the pressure I put on his wrist. “Mm. So wet. You always are for me, aren’t you?”
I grit my teeth, digging my nails into his flesh, and the corner of his lips quirk. I want to suck it off his face. With his free hand, he pries my grip from his wrist. I struggle against him, but it’s no use. Seemingly without effort, he pins it against the cold brick beside my head.
“You’re really strong,” I say on exhale, but it’s no surprise. Caleb is lean but built. When he’s naked, you can see the thick ropes of muscles that make up his perfect form. “For a church boy.”
His eyes darken, and I almost regret it.
“Church boy, huh?” He releases my wrist and pulls his hand out from between my legs. I blow air out of my nose, unable to deny the disappointment that floods me. “I’ll show you.”
Caleb crouches, tugging my pants down impossibly fast, baring me completely. I squeak, clasping my hands against my core, blocking his hot breath from blowing against my bare flesh. He slaps my hands away with lightning fast reflexes, and I snap my hands to my chest.
His breath hits my skin first.
Then a graze of the tip of his nose to my inner thigh…Oh, God.
I swallow hard and place my palms against the brick wall.
“My pretty girl,” he whispers to my most intimate parts. To me. “Not his.”
I was never his.
Caleb grabs my thigh with a coarse growl and shoves it up and outward, yanking my foot from the pool of fabric at my feet. I don’t have time to register my ass against the rough brick wall before he drags his tongue between my creases, making me snap my thighs together, trapping his face against my core. Grunting in annoyance, he shoves my elevated thigh back, opening me up to his oral assault.
And it feels good.
It feels so fucking good.
My hands fly to his head as I quiver, and I suck in a sharp intake of air through my teeth, digging my nails into his scalp. He groans heartily, sending a hot surge rolling through my stomach, then circles his tongue around my clit the way I like it, the way Nick could never get right.<
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“Yes,” I sigh, arching against his mouth, forcing him to sweep his tongue along me more firmly.
His skill is overwhelming, his technique flawless, as he sucks my piercing into his mouth and releases before licking me with the flat of his tongue. I let my head loll back to look at the ceiling, but I don’t release his head. Instead, I pull it harder against me and move it side to side. I use him, his lips, and his tongue for my own pleasure, uncaring if he can’t breathe.
“Mmmm,” Caleb hums, and I peek down at him. “My dirty girl. Not his.”
My heart painfully stutters in its beat when I make eye contact with him.
My beautiful screw up.
My sweet, sinful devil.
“Not his,” I repeat, raking my teeth over my lower lip.
There’s a wicked glint in his gorgeous green eyes before I feel his long, thick fingers gliding along my inner thigh toward my heat. Without breaking contact with his tongue, he slips two fingers inside of me. Sensations explode at the base of my spine, weakening it.
“Oh, yes,” I moan, rolling my hips toward his face, toward the pressure his tongue and fingers provide. It doesn’t take long for my stomach to clench, or my thighs to tremble, as I barrel toward my climax…
…and then, at the height of my pleasure, as I’m about to spill over the edge, I yank his head out from between my legs and glare into his devilish face. “Where are my clothes?”
“You’re not getting them, Cass.” He grins up at me. “You wanna go? Then you can leave naked with my spit glistening on your thighs. Nick’s so desperate for your affection, he might even lick it up and finish you off, like a good little bitch.”
“You’re sick.” I grimace at his vulgarity and shove him off balance. “Asshole.”
He catches himself on his hands and cuts his eyes at me. He opens his mouth to say something inappropriate and crass I bet, but I dive on him, straddling his hips. Sitting on his ass, Caleb grips my throat with his long fingers and yanks me forward, kissing me feverishly and with bruising pressure, sending ripples of pleasure over my body. He opens his mouth, I open mine, and the kiss turns messy, manic even as my hands repeatedly fumble against one of his on the thick band of his sweatpants.
Success! I snag the fabric around my index finger only for it to slip out of my grip as I lift my hips to tug it down. I break the kiss in exasperation.
“Fuck,” I curse as the band snaps against the length of his hard cock and abdomen, making him grunt.
Finally, I manage to grip the damn band in both hands and pull it away from his body.
“You got it,” Caleb says on exhale, tightening his fingers around my throat, then crushes his mouth to mine.
He reaches beside him and uses his arm to lift his ass, and me, off the floor, and I shove his pants down enough to free his thick, hard length and settle it between us. My skin burns like hellfire at the thought of having him again, of being one with him. I love it more than anything—and he’s good at it. He’s good at making me feel good.
Sexy.
Desired.
Sex with Caleb is more than it could ever be with anyone else.
And I hate him for it.
We both break away from the kiss, gasping for air. I lift myself and grab his erection without missing a beat and set myself down on it. We both let out loud moans, and I shove him flat onto his back, grinding down on it, forcing him as far as my body will allow. He closes his eyes and his fingers twitch against my throat. Grunting, I yank free, and he snaps his eyes open, glaring at me. Warning me. I smirk at him, and he grabs my hips, forcing them to roll, but I pry his fingers off and pin his wrists to the floor. I lean in, grazing my nose against his. Our breaths clash, a light sheen of sweat—even in winter—sparkles on our foreheads and the tops of our lips.
He lifts his head off the floor and tries to kiss me. I let our lips graze then pull away at the last second, making him groan. “Don’t play games with me.”
“I’m not playing with you,” I tell him. “I’m showing you.”
“Oh, you’re showing me? What are you showing me, exactly? Besides how well you take my dick inside you and how much you love it.”
I rock my hips, and his breath hitches. Pleasure vibrates every pore on my body, emanating from my clit piercing and the feeling of fullness on the inside. “I’m showing you that I can do whatever I want. That you have no say, no control, over me.” I rock my hips again, and his jaw tightens. “I want my clothes. I want to leave. I want to…” Freeing one of his wrists, I grab his face and force him to turn his head, pushing his cheek into the plush, charcoal carpet. “I want to use you because it’s your fucking fault my life sucks. You’re the reason I’ve been so frustrated.”
He tries to turn his head to face me, but I don’t let him. “You’re really mad at me, huh?”
Irritation prickles up the back of my neck. It’s the way he says it, like he’s teasing me.
“Don’t look at me.” I lean down and lick the lobe of his ear. “Don’t talk to me.”
I wait for a response. He doesn’t give me one.
I lift myself, then lower back down on him. I do it repeatedly until I’m used to the feel of him inside me and find my groove. Then I bounce up and down with vigor, swirling my hips whenever I reach the hilt so my piercing rubs on his pubic bone. I chase what I need from him, moving as fast and as deep as I want, uncaring if he craves more—or less.
And it goes on for an eternity.
Until he can’t take it anymore.
Caleb shoots upright, and I squeal as he thrusts me backward and catches me around the waist. He lifts me, somehow, pulling us upright to carry me toward the bed. Our chests are smooshed together, my lungs unable to expand to their full potential as a result.
“Still mad?”
Not really. I glance at his full lips. “Absolutely furious.”
He tosses me onto the bed, as if I were as light as a pillow, and tugs his hoodie over his head. I rake my eyes the length of his perfect form as he bends to shove his sweatpants down the remainder of his legs before kicking them away.
There it is. What I was thinking about earlier. His perfect, unclothed form.
I catch my lower lip between my teeth. Caleb’s appearance has always taken my breath away, but seeing him like this, naked and aroused, is my favorite thing in the universe. He lurches forward, and I startle as he snatches my ankles in his large hands and yanks me toward him. Effortlessly, he flips me onto my stomach, and I can’t help the giggle that tears from my lips. What the hell is he doing? Grabbing my hips, Caleb jerks me up until my knees dig into the mattress, then he slaps my ass hard. I shout in surprise and he chuckles darkly before he shoves me down, squashing my cheek and chest against the bed. His skin is hot, his torso firm as he leans over me and licks my shoulder blade and squeezes my ass in his hand. He presses the thick head of his length at my entrance and my eyelids flutter shut.
“Do you still want to leave?” he asks against my skin, moving his hand from my ass to my hip, then glides his palm down the flat of my tummy to touch me between my legs. Moaning, I push back against him, but he doesn’t let me have it. Instead, he teases my clit with slow circles of his index finger. In some strange way, it’s an overload of pleasure and I cave. I don’t want my clothes. I don’t want to leave. Not ever.
I shake my head against the mattress. “N-no.”
“So quick to give up…” he utters to himself, and without warning, he slams into me, and every muscle in my body clenches tightly at the sudden intrusion. Caleb moans, deep and loud in his throat, and holds himself firm inside me. His body shivers against mine and he grabs a fistful of my hair until I let out a soft hiss. “Because you know you’re mine. You know Nick could never make you feel as good as I do.”
I nod, and his cock twitches inside me.
“A nod isn’t good enough.” He tightens his grip on my hair and pulls me back, curving my spine. “I want you to use those big girl words.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours. Only yours.”
Caleb plants a gentle kiss on my back, and I shiver as the touch of his lips sends a hum through my blood. My breasts grow heavy, my breath shallow, and my womb vibrates, eager for anything he’s willing to give.
And then he gives it.
Hard.
He slams his hips against me, and I dig my fingers into the sheet holding on for dear life as he fucks me like he hates me. Caleb slips in and out of my body with ease, thanks to his oral foreplay, but my tender cervix takes the brunt of his thrusts. It’s pleasurable and painful all at once, a dangerous mix that consumes me completely, making my head foggy.
“This is what you need, Cassia.” He plants a wide hand on the back of my neck, holding me down, and presses the other against my ribs, his long fingers curling around to dig into the side of my squashed breast. He dominates me effortlessly and without restraint, unlike he ever has before. “Me. Fucking you into bliss after an exhausting day at work.” My stomach knots and tightens as he speaks into my ear, his voice gruff and thick. “Not dinner and a movie. You need to be passing out from exertion in my bed, not sleeping untouched across the hall in your own room.”
“Yes. Yes, that’s what I need,” I moan, surprised the words flow from my mouth without prior thought. “I need you.”
He slams into me faster, reveling in every yelp, cry, and shout that leaves my mouth whenever he reaches the deepest parts of me, forcing me to feel all of him, to succumb to the pleasure swirling like a tornado in my blood. My stomach tightens further, and it looms over me. Like a music box, the sensations overwhelming my body wind up until they can’t anymore, and I’m left on the precipice of something epic. As I teeter over, he stops, shoving himself in me completely and tugging my head back on a painful angle. Peering over my forehead, he gazes at me. His eyes are incredibly dark, his lids hooded. “I don’t need to tell you to come for me. You only come for me, don’t you?”
I swallow hard and barely nod. He flicks his hips once, and I suck a sharp breath between my teeth. He does it again, and again, until I feel the titanic wave of my orgasm towering over me, waiting to break and crush me. The chaos he’s created inside me multiplies, and I push back against his thrusts, ignoring the ache in my spine.