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Calloway
I loved the way she twisted her nipples. Self-conscious at first, she was reluctant. But when she saw how hot she made me, she gave it a try. She twisted her nipples fearlessly, causing enough pain to make her wince but enough pleasure to make her moan. The sensitive skin around her nipples reddened, and the sight aroused me further.
Her virginity was initially a disappointment, but now I enjoyed teaching her new positions. When she straddled my hips, I could tell it was something she’d never done before. But she listened to my instruction and allowed me to guide her, to teach her how to sheathe my cock over and over again. I showed her how to grind her clit against my pelvic bone, a new realm of pleasure for her. She was a quick learner, and by the end, she was a pro.
Once I knew she was open to the idea, I pinched her nipples.
I didn’t do it as harshly as I wanted, but I still tested the waters to see her reaction. Thankfully, she liked it, biting her lip in a sexy way that turned me on like nothing else. She had the innocence of a virgin but the courage of a warrior.
That gave me hope.
She looked at me differently from the way she used to, offering me a new level of trust she’d never shown before. She was at ease around me, unafraid to express her true opinions. But the best part of all was her vulnerability.
There wasn’t a single wall inside her heart.
I had her exactly where I wanted her.
After a few months of getting to know one another, I would finally tell her what I wanted. And I had faith that our mutual feelings would be enough for us to achieve that new level. She wouldn’t let anyone else tie her to a headboard or spank her ass until it was red—but she would make an exception for me.
After dinner, we went into my bedroom on the top floor and dropped our clothes once more. I wanted to keep going earlier, but her devotion to not wasting food interrupted the heat of the moment. If she were anyone else, I would have commanded her to remain on my dick and not allowed her to leave until I gave her explicit permission.
But Rome was different.
I got her on her back in my bed, her tits firm and perky. Instead of sliding into home plate, I lay on top of her and cherished her with endless kisses. I tasted every inch of her skin, enjoying the hint of vanilla from her lotion. When her nipples were in my mouth, they pebbled into a point, and I sucked them harshly until she winced. I wanted her nipples to ache for the rest of the night and the following morning—so she wouldn’t forget about me. My mouth moved to her ear next, breathing deeply into her canal. “On your knees.”
She dragged her nails down my back, comfortable underneath me with her ankles hooked around my waist. I liked her there too, but I wanted her ass in the air. I wanted to stare at that gorgeous asshole while I fucked her from behind.
When she didn’t move, I breathed into her ear again. “Now.”
She cupped my face and gave me a slow kiss, one full of tongue and desire. She breathed gently into my mouth, her moans audible from the inside out. The kiss was so sexy I forgot about the command I gave her altogether.
She turned over and separated her knees, looking at me over her shoulder with her lips parted. Those green eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of my bedroom, silently begging for my cock to enter her.
I’d never been with a woman who wanted me more.
The fact that she wanted me because of me, not my wealth or looks, just made it better.
I leaned back on the balls of my feet and slipped into her, my head pushing through her tight channel and inching deep inside. She was soaked for me—constantly. I pushed until I was balls deep, stretching her deliciously.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck, my fingers squeezing her hard. I took a deep breath and forced my fingers to relax, knowing I couldn’t be so firm with her yet. I pressed her head to the mattress, her ass sticking up farther in the air.
I planted one foot on the bed then gripped her hips as I thrust into her, fucking her hard. I took her gently earlier because that was the particular mood I was in. But now, my dominance was in control, and I wanted to take her roughly and make her scream.
My hand ached to slap her ass.
In fact, it burned.
I rubbed her cheek as I thrust into her, loving the petite muscles of her back and shoulders. She was slender but defined with strength. Her hair was sprawled out on the sheets with her face pressed to the mattress, her moans sometimes muffled against the bed.
My hand shook as it caressed her cheek. When my control slipped away, I slapped my palm against her ass—mildly. It wasn’t nearly as hard as I wanted to strike her. It was just a test, to see her reaction over something minor.
She moaned a little louder, her reaction to the touch not exactly clear.
I leaned over her, my chest pressed against her back. The sweat from my body rubbed against hers, our hot and writhing bodies working together to heighten the sex. She turned her head over her shoulder, her mouth open and begging for a kiss.
I crushed my mouth against hers and shoved my tongue into her throat, swallowing her moans. My cock buried itself inside her with every thrust, wanting to go deeper. She was always so wet for me, making it possible for me to push so far inside her. I had worried her little pussy would never take my fat cock with ease.
I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back, owning her more intimately. An image of rope appeared in my mind, and I imagined it tied around her petite wrists, the painful friction rubbing harshly into her skin. I imagined her as my prisoner, with no escape unless I permitted it. It didn’t matter if she had somewhere to be. She would only walk away when I gave her permission.
The thoughts made me so goddamn hard.
I squeezed her wrists tighter then spanked her again, this time, a little harder.
“Calloway…” She let out a scream as she came, exploding on impact. Her back arched as she absorbed the pleasure, the mattress muffling her screams as she writhed underneath me. The orgasm seemed to stretch on forever because it was a full minute before her screams died away.
Now I wanted to release. I gripped her wrists tighter and gave her a few more pumps, finding my threshold almost instantly. I shoved my cock all the way inside her, nearly hitting her cervix as I came with a moan. “Vanilla…” I leaned over her and pressed my lips against the center of her spine, feeling my cock release my load into her channel. Every time I filled her, I felt like a king.
And she was my queen.
When I walked into my office at Ruin, Jackson was already there.
He was sitting in the high-back chair and facing my desk, his blue eyes following me as I walked around and sat in the chair on the opposite side. His fingers brushed against the scruff of his chin, appearing indifferent even though he obviously felt the opposite. “Numbers are the same. We should be growing. That’s what businesses do.”
“We don’t have the room.” I didn’t need to look at the numbers to understand what Jackson was talking about. “If we have too many members, everything will be crowded, and people will stop showing.”
“And yet, gyms do it all the time. Never enough cardio machines, and the weight room is always packed.”
I was used to his sarcasm, so it no longer affected me. “No.”
“Then we should open that second location that we talked about.”
“No.” With two businesses, I was already tied down. Now that I had Rome around every day, my time was even more restricted. It was difficult for me to come to Ruin without Rome figuring out what I was really doing.
“Is that the only word you know how to say?” He straightened in his chair, giving me a hateful look.
“To you, yes.”
He rolled his eyes, clearly pissed off. “Then what do we do?”
“We enjoy the success and live our lives.”
“Dad always said if a business isn’t growing, it’s failing.”
Like I didn’t remember. Our father drilled his experience into
me every single day. Like a messiah, he pretended to know all the answers. “We’re fine, Jackson. It’ll only make Ruin more exclusive, and we can raise the prices for members. We can double the revenue without doubling the members. That’s better, if you ask me.”
If Jackson had a comeback, he would have said something by now. But he remained silent in his chair, staring me down with even more rage. He hated me for being wrong, but he absolutely loathed me for being right. Tired of living in my shadow, he let his anger make him do even more immature things.
“So, we’re sticking with our original plan. Things could be worse, Jackson. So, lighten up.”
“I’ll lighten up when Rome is out of the picture.”
I knew he would bring her up. It was only a matter of time. “What’s your problem, Jackson?” He never stuck his nose into my love life, but now he was obsessed with it. I never showed curiosity about the women he dated. I couldn’t care less where he put his dick.
“I told you my problem in the bar weeks ago.” He stared me down with his typical threatening edge.
“She’s not changing me.”
“Fine. Keep lying to yourself.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but she and I are making progress. When she’s ready, I’ll tell her the truth. I’ll introduce her to the underworld and turn her into the devil himself. I’ll be at your beck and call all over again. So, just chill.”
“Seriously?” He cocked his head to the side, examining me closely.
“Yes. Seriously.”
“What does that mean? She’s into kinky shit?”
She liked it when I twisted her nipples and spanked her ass. She was definitely open to new things besides vanilla sex. When we were in the heat of the moment, she would obey my commands. I wished she would do it all the time, but I’d settle for that. “Something like that.”
“What about Isabella?”
“What about her?” I hadn’t been with her in three months, yet she always came up. Honestly, I didn’t even think about her.
“She still wants you.”
So desperate. So weak. So undesirable. “That’s her problem, not mine. So what’s new with you, Jackson? Who are you humping?”
He ignored the comment.
“Sorry, am I being too nosy?” I asked sarcastically.
“Fuck you, Cal.” He finally walked out of my office, slamming the door behind him. For just a moment, the sound of techno dance music entered my office. The bass thudded against the walls, mimicking the migraine beginning behind my eyes.
“Fuck you too.”
3
Rome
It was noon.
Christopher was coming by my office to pick me up for lunch. Even though we lived together, we didn’t see each other as often as I thought we would. So when he asked me to get sandwiches for lunch, I agreed.
The bell rang overhead, and I immediately stood up and grabbed my purse. I had a short lunch break because I had a meeting with a donor at one. We were organizing a canned food drive all over the city. Several department stores had agreed to participate. “I’m in a hurry today, so let’s save the chitchat and get going—” My mouth shut when I came face-to-face with Hank.
Great.
He was handsome in his suit and tie, but the look was deceptive. He came in a pretty package, but he was an evil monster on the inside. As the DA of New York City, he had more power than any single man should have. And he used it to his advantage—in the cruelest ways. “Hey, honey. You look nice today.”
I grabbed my purse and reached for the bat I kept under the table.
“Oh, no. Not that again.” He moved his massive body in my way, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms over his chest.
“I don’t need a bat to kick your ass.” I kept my arms by my sides and tried to think of other things to grab. Thankfully, Calloway had sent me a large vase of flowers that would be perfect to smash over his head. “I can do that just fine on my own.”
He grinned, but it was utterly disturbing. “I’ve always liked that fire in you. Sexy—”
When his eyes were locked on mine, I kicked him between the legs.
He turned his knee and blocked it, slightly wincing from the tip of my heel. “Nice try, sweetheart. You’ll have to step it up.”
“Get out of my office.”
“No.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m inviting you to dinner tonight. There’s something I want to talk about.”
“You can have dinner with my answering machine.” I snatched my purse and headed for the door. I didn’t care enough about my office to defend it from a sick motherfucker like him.
“Oh, I don’t think so—”
The bell rang overhead, and Christopher walked inside. “You ready for lunch? Dude, I’m starving—” The words died in his mouth when he spotted Hank behind me, just about to grab me before I got through the door. Still shocked, Christopher stood there as he took a moment to absorb what he was looking at.
I knew he was about to snap.
“You wanna die, you piece of shit?” Christopher charged him, using his size and strength to barrel Hank down.
But I got in the way. “Christopher, no.” I pushed him back then grabbed him by the arm. “He’s not worth it. You know the second you touch him, he’ll sue your ass and get your license taken away.”
Christopher pushed me back. “Couldn’t care less.” He darted for Hank again.
I grabbed Christopher by the shoulders and pushed him toward the door. “No. He’s not worth it for you or me.” I managed to get him through the door and to the sidewalk. “Now, let’s walk away.”
“No. Let’s call the cops.”
We could’ve done that, but no good would’ve come of it. “We know that’s not gonna get us anywhere.”
“So we do nothing?” he asked incredulously. “Is this not the first time he’s shown up at your work like this?”
I pressed my lips together tightly.
Christopher blew up all over again. “Rome, this is unacceptable.” He kept eyeing the door, waiting for Hank to come out so he could rip his throat out.
“We’ve been down this road many times. Nothing we do works against him. He’s too powerful. All we can do is go about our lives and not let him drag us down. So, let’s go eat.”
Christopher twisted out of my grasp and walked away, too pissed off to even look at me. He walked up to the stop sign and punched the pole so hard he left a dent in the metal. Everyone nearby stopped and stared, looking at him like he was a loose cannon. Christopher eyed them. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
Christopher ordered a sandwich, but for the first time, he didn’t eat his food. He leaned back into the booth and stared out the window, his mouth in a permanent grimace. Bloodlust was in his eyes, his hands desperate to strangle Hank until he stopped breathing.
I picked at my food, not very hungry either. I wished Christopher hadn’t witnessed the ordeal at my office. He was playful and humorous all the time, but he had a serious temper problem that derived from his childhood. When he was worked up, he made a lot of stupid decisions—like hitting people. While I thought Hank deserved an ass-kicking, he could do some serious damage to Christopher if he felt like it. Being close to the police department, the judges, and other lawyers allowed Hank to monopolize the entire justice system.
“Christopher…” I reached across the table and rested my hand on his.
Christopher yanked it away. “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” He kept his voice low so no one else would hear us. “Does Calloway know about this?” He finally looked at me, the hatred in his eyes obvious.
God, no.
Absolutely not.
I could only imagine what would happen if he did.
“No,” I finally answered. “And he’s not gonna know, so keep your mouth shut.”
“Fuck no. Calloway is rich, and he knows people. Of course I’m telling him.”
That was something I couldn’t l
et happen. “Christopher, this is my business and not his. Do not tell him.”
“Watch me.”
“I’m serious.”
“And you think I’m joking?” he snapped. “He needs to know you have a psychotic ex following you around.”
“Hank left me alone for a long time. I’m not sure why he’s made a resurgence.”
“And you better not find out,” he said through gritted teeth. “Thank fucking god you’re living with me. I’m not letting you move out unless it’s with Calloway.”
The thing I loved most about Christopher was his innate calmness. He was always carefree and easygoing. He was never overprotective of me, especially after we became adults. He encouraged me to go out and live my life. But the second I was threatened, disrespected, or in danger, he flipped out. “Please don’t tell him, Christopher. It’s important to me.”
“Why would you not tell him? He’s your boyfriend, right?”
“Yes.” He was more than just my boyfriend. My heart was twisted so hard around his fingers that I could never get free. “But Calloway is…” He was difficult to put into words. “I really think he might kill Hank.”
Christopher smiled, but it was in a ruthless, terrifying kind of way. “Good. Then I should definitely tell him.”
“I don’t want Calloway to ruin his reputation and his company over this. I really believe Hank will leave me alone. I’m not afraid of him. If he lays a hand on me, trust me, I’ll kick his ass.”
“But not before he breaks your arm again.”
Sorrow washed over me with the memory. Christopher had sat beside me at the hospital, so angry he cried. I didn’t want to relive that moment, to see Christopher feeling so bad for me that he felt bad too. “Everything will be okay. There’s no need to get so worked up.”
He shook his head.
“We need to keep this between us.”
“I think you’re being really unfair to Calloway. He should know what he’s dealing with. It’s wrong to keep him in the dark like this.”
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