by Dani René
Nodding, I stalk by her, trying to put distance between us, because if I don’t move, I’ll do something stupid. “I’m no longer in that life, Madison. I’ve spoken to my father,” I tell her as I sit on the burgundy leather armchair. Madison returns to the sofa facing me.
“You can just walk out?” She seems as shocked as I was when I told him.
“I’ll still work as security on certain jobs, but I’m no longer the man they go to for permanent fixes.” She flinches at the words, but it’s the only way I can say it without her running for the door. That’s the last thing I want and need right now.
She nods slowly, and I know I can’t fight this anymore. Rising, I settle on the sofa beside her. I can tell she’s still wary, but she doesn’t pull away. I can’t not be near her any longer; we've been apart too long as it is. I can’t fight this anymore. I turn to her, meeting those beautiful eyes that remind me of home and happiness.
“I’ve never loved a woman. Never loved anyone who wasn’t an O’Leary. There wasn’t enough in my heart to offer that to anyone. And for some reason, it never fazed me. I didn’t miss it, need it, or want it,” I tell her. There are tears glinting in her cinnamon eyes. They sparkle. Like the sunlight streaming through drops of honey.
She wants to look away, turning her head, but I stop her. I finally touch her after seven long days of no contact. I haven’t been with another woman. I haven’t even looked at another fucking woman. They didn’t do anything for me. I drank, I slept, and I worked for my brother. Nothing else mattered.
“Then you walked into that fucking club,” I continue. “And you knocked me on my ass.”
“Stubborn ass,” she corrects me, and I chuckle.
“Yes, that. But honestly, Madison.” I take her shaking hands in mine, lowering to the floor at her feet. I beg her for forgiveness, for salvation, and for the love she so clearly wants to offer me. “You’re the only woman who’s ever made me care, that’s made me need and want, and the only person in this world who's offered me all that in return without asking for more.”
I’m practically in her lap when I look up at her then. I can’t not look into her eyes when I tell her this. Her lips are parted, and I want to claim them. I want to steal her breaths, own her moans, and revel in the taste of her sweetness.
“I love you. I have since the moment I laid my eyes on you, till the moment you walked out my door.” I lean in, pressing my lips to hers, needing to make a connection, just one. Only that one kiss, and my body is alight. My heart seems to thud into action. Life flows through my veins, and I’m rabid. I need her like I need my next fucking breath.
She’s everything.
She’s all I want.
The love I feel when our tongues duel together in a dance meant for bed is my drug, and I shoot up as I relish her flavor. I lean in farther, needing so much more, but also needing less at the same time. I’ll overdose, and it will be her that kills me.
I pull away, meeting her glittering eyes. They’re like gems, shining with want.
“Callan, I came back for you,” she offers in a soft whisper. Her plump lips shimmer with gloss, and they’re swollen from the kiss. My mind is far off-track when I finally settle back on the sofa and pull her onto my lap.
She easily straddles me, as if she was made to be there. And I believe she was. I know without a doubt this woman is mine.
“And I’ve been waiting,” I inform her, twirling a dark lock of her hair around my finger. “You’ve taken so long.” My words are a slight whisper, raspy and filled with desire.
“Well, I’m here now.” She lowers her body over mine, cocooning herself in my arms. “My dad is in prison. How did you not get caught after what you did to Hudson?”
“Let’s just say that Oliver has connections. His team found Hudson’s fingerprints on the blade that hurt you. We proved that he was the one who attempted to take your life, and he got me off on a technicality that I was protecting myself.”
“His father, Gregory, has also been taken in.” I nod, because that I know. Thankfully the arsehole was implicated along with Magnus. “Everything I’ve ever known is gone. You’re the only thing that’s still here. A constant.” Her voice is so soft, but it’s filled with love and affection. And I realize just how much I missed her.
“I’ll always be here for you, Blossom,” I tell her.
And that’s a promise I intend to fucking keep.
Madison
Six months later
I spent time away from Callan thinking it was what I wanted. Granted, I did need time to think, to clear my mind, but deep down, I knew in my heart he was what I needed.
When I finally woke up alone in the hospital, the first person I saw was Oliver. My father had been arrested, taken into custody. I asked after Callan, but for some reason, Oliver knew that I needed much more than Callan at the time.
He told me what happened. Everything that played out while I was unconscious. Hearing Callan had shot my father, and gutted Hudson shocked me. I knew what he did was bad, things in his past, but nothing prepared me for hearing what he’d done. But when Oliver explained the circumstances, when he’d talked to me for hours about the revelations of my father, Amber, and how she believed that she could have everything I did by sleeping her way through all the men in my life, I knew it was time I cleaned myself up, and made a choice to live, or spend forever in therapy.
Learning that my father was fucking my best friend, I felt sick to my stomach that she could do something like that. All because him, along with Gregory, and Hudson draped her in diamonds and promised her the world. Oliver though, he knew my father was using his position in the senate to do unsavory things, and Gregory wanted to overthrow him.
Gregory’s thugs didn’t come near me again, thankfully, and it was because of Callan following me around everywhere I went. His presence protected and kept me safe, and deep down I knew he did. Even when he wasn’t there, I knew he was watching over me.
I could feel him.
My father was arrested after the video of him and Gregory was leaked. It was all over the media. Not to mention his confession that Callan had stabbed Hudson out of self-defense shocked me. I didn’t think he would testify to that, and when I asked him why he’d tell the jury that, he told me it was because he wanted me to have a happy life.
* * *
“You’ve always been a daughter I could be proud of. Me, on the other hand, I allowed power to take over, and I messed up. Big time. Gregory knew it and extorted it.”
I watch my father through the glass. He’s older, with more wrinkles than ever before. I was angry at first, but now when I look at him, I pity him.
“I want you to move on with your life. Change your name, leave the city, do whatever you want, Madison. You’re my special girl.”
“You confessed that Callan did it out of self defense because you felt guilty?” My tone is curious, but there’s anger so clear in it too.
“I confessed because I realized something when I watched Callan kill for you. He loves you more than I ever did. And for that, I respect him.” His words leave me in shock.
“Gregory had his thug threaten me because he wanted your seat on the senate?”
He nods in response. “And because Callan had given Oliver the documents first, he was scared to come after me.”
Everything falls into place. I waited for the man to return. To ask me for the information, but he never came. He never contacted me again. I brushed it off. Ignored it. Now that my father is offering up everything, I realize that Callan had kept me safe even when he didn’t know he was.
“Madison.” My father’s dark eyes meet mine. “I should’ve been a better parent.”
“Yes, you should have. But it’s in the past now.”
He nods sadly, but he doesn’t cry. He doesn’t show any more emotion. “You better leave. I don’t want you coming back here. Look forward.”
* * *
And I walked out. I didn’t look back.
/> Now that I’m home, with Callan in his apartment, I know I’m exactly where I should be. The wedding is coming up soon, and all I have to focus on is the catering and table settings. Even though it’s not a big wedding, I want it to be perfect.
“Hey, sis.” Peyton’s sweet voice comes from the doorway.
“Peyton.” I rise, giving her a hug. She’s pregnant, and her belly is huge. When they found out they were having twins, Callan vowed to be the best uncle to them, and I know soon, he’ll be the best father too.
“Have you chosen the place settings yet?” She smiles as I help her to the large armchair in the corner of the office.
“Not yet, but Callan wants the black and orange color scheme I told you about.” I sigh, flopping in the seat beside her.
Her laugh is musical as she looks at the two options we’d narrowed it down to. There’s a beautiful off-white with a citrus theme that is perfect. But, they’re all pastel colors, and my amazing fiancé is not sold on them.
“Why don’t you compromise, take the black out of this one” — she points her manicured finger — “and add the orange to this one?”
“And this is why I leave everything to you,” I tell her.
She shrugs. “I live with one O’Leary. I know how to get my way.”
“Teach me,” I beg, and she snickers at me.
“Always.”
I’ve finally got a family. A home filled with love. And soon, I’ll have my husband and our babies who I know will fill my life with everything I’d missed growing up.
Epilogue
Callan
Six months later
* * *
She’s silently working on her article. I watch her tap away at the keyboard as if I’m a man hooked. I am. I was the moment I laid eyes on her. Her fire drew me to her, like a moth ready to die against the flame.
It wasn’t what I felt for her at the time. It was what I didn’t feel for another woman, but her. She stretches, raising her hands above her head, her head falling back, offering me a sweet glimpse of smooth skin. Her tits perk up, her lips pout, and everything I was working on flies out the goddamn window.
“Are you going to stare at me all day?” she quips, sitting back in her leather chair.
I don’t respond, merely offer her a smirk. She rises, padding toward me barefoot, and I can’t help reveling in her stomach swollen with my baby.
“You know, Mr. O’Leary, acting like a peeping tom is bad,” she coos, straddling my lap, and I drop the notebook I’d been jotting things in to the side. Her slim thighs on either side of me, opening her up to my touch.
“I thought you liked when I was creepy?” I ask, looking up at her. Once again, I allow her to be in control. As much as I love taking over in the bedroom, there’s something wickedly naughty about my woman when she takes what she needs from me.
“Mmm.” She ponders my words. “Perhaps I do.” Her response is grinned. Her eyes sparkle with mischief when she rolls her hips, her core pressing against my hardening cock. “Is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?” she quips, and I land a harsh swat on her ass.
“Don’t be sassy, Blossom. I’m not averse to spanking my pregnant wife,” I tell her honestly, because fuck I’d love to see her caramel flesh glow bright red with my handprint.
“Didn’t you already claim me? I mean, your baby will be coming out of me in”— she glances at the clock on the desk — “three months.”
“I know, but you’re so pretty when you cry, Blossom,” I tell her, pulling her in for a kiss on those plump lips I love watching swallow my dick.
“You’re insatiable,” she admonishes with a smile on her pretty face.
“Can you two stop fucking for two minutes?” Carrick stalks into the study where Madison is still perched on my lap. His blonde beauty follows behind him.
“Oh please,” Peyton responds. “You do realize you’re just as bad as he is?”
He rolls his eyes, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he settles himself in the armchair. “I’m having a party this weekend for Erin and Fallon,” he informs me and Madison.
“They’ll be three months old, and we’d like to have a party. That is, of course, if your little one doesn’t arrive early.” Peyton smiles, her big, green eyes sparkling with excitement.
My brother and his wife have twin girls, and they both have their daddy wrapped around their little fingers.
“Sounds good,” I respond. “Who else is coming?”
“Mason and Savvie will be there, along with their aunt Cayleigh. I’ve just spoken to Nate and Eva. They’ll bring their little boy, Ainsley. And then we’re waiting on Elijah and Gia to let us know if they’re able to come. Gia’s just had a baby, a little girl they’ve named Raquel,” Peyton informs me. “Oh! And Chance, my brother, will be there, too, with Oliver.”
“We’ll be there definitely.”
“Great, a family get-together,” Carrick smirks.
This is life. I watch my brother with Peyton, and I am thankful to a God I no longer believe in that we’re still here. Our lives have moved on, we’ve found love, and we’ve finally stepped out from under the family obligations that held us back for so long.
When my father learned that I wanted to live in America, he wasn’t angry. I thought he’d disown us both, but he understood. There are times I wonder what it would be like to go back to that life, but now, with my new job running my own security company, I’m happy.
As I sit with my brother, sister in-law, and my wife, who's still straddling my lap, I find I truly am content with my life. Only ruthless now in pleasuring my Blossom. And looking forward to spoiling the family we've created together.
Playlist
Begging for Thread - Banks
Two Weeks - FKA Twigs
Monsters - Ruelle
Madness - Ruelle
Dirty Mind - Boy Epic
All the King’s Men - The Rigs
Devil’s Playground - The Rigs
Desire - Meg Myers
Take Me to Church - MILCK
River - Bishop Briggs
Him & I - G-Eazy, Halsey
Numb - Linkin Park
Bleed It Out - Linkin Park
Ghost Magnetic - David Cook
Save Yourself - Birdy
Whispers in the Dark - Skillet
Find the playlist here
Sneak Peek of Indulge
Have you met Carrick yet? Callan’s younger brother hides secrets, but when Peyton stumbles into his life, the walls he’s kept up for so long crumble.
* * *
INDULGE
Book Three
Sins of Seven Series
Prologue
I’ve lived a life of indulgence. I don’t remember a time I wanted for anything. I was a man who could have any woman on his arm, drive any car I wanted, and travel to the most exotic locations in the world anytime I pleased. Most would think that’s what dreams are made of, and for a long time, so did I.
That was until the inevitable happened. When all I had was cruelly ripped out of my hands. At the age of twenty-eight, I walked out and left my home, my family, and everything I knew to move to America. An Englishman in a country where I was a stranger. I was no longer the man who was feared; I was a man people wanted to know.
With my finances intact, I approached an old friend, Mason, and we opened Seven Sins together. I poured everything into a place where people don’t have to hide who they are. Where I don’t have to hide who I really am. Now, at thirty-six, I have a life most men my age can only dream of.
Only . . . I hide so much more than anyone knows.
“Mr. Anderson.” Her voice comes from the sofa, and I cast her a glance. She’s a new performer I’m thinking of hiring. A contortionist who will be working with one of the Dom’s to perform positions with rope. Mason and Savvie are planning a vacation, and I want someone who’s going to keep my customers interested.
“Do you take orders?” She nods. Her face is sweet,
pretty even. Her long, black hair hangs to the middle of her back. She’s got big, brown eyes that are slanted, hinting at her Asian genes. “Get on your knees,” I tell her, watching her move to the floor where I’ve pointed. My office is decked out in beautiful implements to use on the submissives who dare walk in here.
I’m not a sadist by any means, but I do enjoy showing a woman how little control she has when I’m near. I can make a woman come just by taunting her nipples and clit. But that’s not my kink. I’m a man who enjoys indulgence. Multiple women worshiping my cock is what I enjoy. I no longer want love or to own just one submissive. I train them, I make them ache for me, then I shove them into the arms of another Dominant. Never get attached. Don’t let emotion in. And never, never take a submissive more than once.
I’ve learned that the love of a sub is something you cannot ever counter. They love hard. They give their all, and that’s something to be very wary of. I have rules. Five to be exact. And I’ve never deviated from them. This is how I’ve become the man that every woman that walks into my club wants. They all crave to kneel before me.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. You’re going to swallow my cock. If you can do so without puking, you’ve got the job.” She obeys without question. “I’m going to fuck your pretty face, and when I’m done, you’ll leave. If I give you the job, you’ll return tomorrow evening at seven. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Anderson.” Beautiful. Rising, I stalk toward her while unzipping my slacks.
“Good girl.”
Her big eyes peek up at me as I fist my cock. It’s hard, ready to see what she’s made of. As I slide into her mouth, I forget. My mind blanks out the pain, the agony, and the ache I live with daily. It’s the only time I am able to shove the memories away, when I’m inside a woman.