Dying to Love (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 18)

by Morgan Kelley

  As he pulled away, he wasn’t thinking about her, the sex, or anything else.

  He was thinking about winning the prize.

  Game on, Elizabeth.

  She was his soulmate.

  * * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *

  All the way there, she was teasing him. She was rubbing him through his jeans, and he couldn’t wait to get her to the motel to screw her brains out.

  Callen was three days past horny.

  His wife had tried to get him off on the way to work, and now she was trying to tease him on the way to the shitty motel.

  Only, he was the one in control. With his free hand, he grabbed her by the back of the hair.

  “Take my dick out and blow me.”

  She did as he asked.

  Callen shoved her down his erection, until she was gagging on him. When she flickered her eyes up, they were full of tears. He still didn’t let her up. When she looked panicked, he set her free.

  “I’m Jackson James, and you’re mine for as long as I want you,” he stated.

  This was his other personality. When Elizabeth once suggested she let him out when he felt kinky, it had been like a lightbulb going on.

  He could be both a loving husband and a kinky man.

  She brought it out in him.

  “Yes, sir,” she purred, running her finger across his erection.

  Elizabeth loved when Callen could be himself. There was nothing sexier.

  When he was free, she was free too.

  “I’ll do whatever you want,” she said, licking her lips.

  Callen grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back onto his dick as he pulled into the parking lot.

  “Blow me.”

  She did.

  Elizabeth worked him hard. She listened to the moans, and when he was close, he shoved her off his dick.

  “Get out!”

  She did what he said, hopping out of the ride.

  When he moved around the car, he grabbed her by the arm. Magically, he made a key appear. It appeared he’d had this one planned all evening. Shoving it into the lock on the motel door, he pushed her inside.

  Elizabeth stumbled into the room. Before she could turn, Callen was on her. His hands grabbed her ass, as he shoved her against the wall.

  “You turn me on. God! I don’t know how to control myself with you.”

  She couldn’t speak. His one hand was between her legs, and he was already stroking her.

  “Tell me my limits,” he demanded. “Tell me where you want me to stop because I can’t even think straight. What I want to do with you is something so horrible, but I can’t talk myself out of it.”

  She stared up into his eyes.

  He was being chased by demons.

  There were days when Callen just had to let go. In their lives, there was so much pressure, that this was the ONLY outlet. You could only run so many miles a day to escape what chased you. Sometimes, you had to just let that dark side out.

  It was abuse alcohol, or get your kink on.

  They found their solution.

  “You won’t hurt me. Do it.”

  Callen needed her permission. He needed to know she’d love him no matter what happened in that room. Callen was putting all his faith in her.

  Like always.

  “It begins,” he whispered in her ear.

  Again, he grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to his. He ravaged it, stealing her breath.

  Before she could regain her senses, he shoved her to her knees and trapped her back against the wall.

  Then he pulled out his rock-hard dick and forced it between her lips. He furiously drove himself in and out of her mouth, leaving her no choice but to hold on for the ride.

  The wet sound made him crazy. It pushed Callen past his breaking point and further into the madness.

  When he pulled out of her mouth, he was breathing heavily. She stared up at him, watching him with peaceful, icy-blue eyes.

  There was so much love and trust there.

  “Take what you need,” she whispered. “Just love me the way you do.”

  Callen knew what he needed. It was a word he’d never thought he’d used regarding his wife.

  “I’m going to rape you. Forgive me.”

  Elizabeth knew he was going to take her for one hell of a ride. She touched his thigh. “Wait.”

  Callen stopped moving. It took everything, but he somehow managed to claw at that control and grab hold of it.

  From that one word, he pretty much thought he’d crossed one hell of a line. This was where the darkness came out, and she’d run from him.

  “Do you want me to fight or let you?”

  His heart thumped.

  Of course she’d know what he needed. This was his Elizabeth.

  “Fight me.”

  And so she did.

  Elizabeth bit him on the thigh so hard that he set her free. The second he did, she pulled away from him. Before she could make it to the door, Callen was on her. He threw her forcibly across the room and she hit the bed.

  He was on her.

  He used his bulkiness to pin her beneath him. As he did, he felt her fighting to get him off her body. Callen had never been more turned on than at that moment.

  He didn’t understand why, but he needed this.

  He needed her.

  Somehow, she got her knees between them and shoved him from her.

  It drove him wild.

  It was all teeth, nails, and fight, and that called to him. It called to the monster deep within him that begged him to take what was his.

  To take her.

  As she went to crawl away, he grabbed her by the hair. He grabbed her so hard, he heard her gasp.

  It only added fuel to his fire. He only wanted her that much more, and he was going to have her.

  Pinning her to the bed, he rubbed his erection between the cheeks of her ass. The smooth silk of her panties turned him on.

  He loved the way it felt against his skin.

  God!

  He needed her.

  Flipping her over, she struggled against him.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he hissed in her ear. “You’ll feel this for a week!”

  She wanted to answer, but she didn’t want to break his fantasy. What Elizabeth wanted was to beg him to do it. She wanted to feel him in control, taking charge, so she could simply feel alive.

  Callen was giving her a gift.

  His hands were all over her body, and she wanted him in the worst way.

  “NO!” she shouted, only to have him grab her wrists with his bigger fingers.

  Callen couldn’t stop. He’d never let himself go this far, and he’d never been so out of control that he was focused on the sex. It was as if he couldn’t breathe without it.

  This was his lifeline, and he needed to get to the prize—the orgasm.

  So as she fought, he fought harder. The battle of will became a battle of strength. Callen was planning to win.

  He forced her lips to his and crammed his tongue into her mouth. The breathy little gasp made him even harder. Elizabeth kissed him back, and they spiraled further out of control.

  Pulling away, he found the soft swell of her breast and sank his teeth into her flesh.

  She whimpered in pain.

  A part of him recognized it as need.

  The part in control recognized it as his power over her.

  He continued, taking whatever he wanted.

  As he pinned her with his body, he used his free hand to rip the leather bustier open.

  Her breasts fell out.

  Callen wanted to weep in gratitude. It was like unwrapping a present.

  She was his. In that moment, this world they’d created was all his.

  Elizabeth struggled.

  He caught a breast between his teeth. Roughly, he bit down. Her whole body bowed beneath the pain and pleasure. Callen knew she liked certain things, and he was hitting each and every one.

  A
s she fought, he yanked off her panties. As soon as she started to make too much noise, he shoved them in her mouth. That was for him. The sight of his beautiful wife gagged, trapped, and at his mercy nearly made him come right then and there.

  But he wasn’t done.

  No.

  He was far from finished.

  He used his hand to torment her. His bigger fingers slipped in and out of the wetness, as he teased her clit with his thumb. She struggled to get away, but she couldn’t.

  He weighed too much.

  “You’re going to cum for me,” he ordered, as he continued fucking her with his fingers as his mouth left bites across her flesh.

  Elizabeth whimpered.

  Not because it hurt.

  No.

  Because she was about to fall.

  When he bit her other nipple, she tumbled over the edge in a plethora of pleasure. In that moment of falling, Callen moved off of her body, and she let the pleasure overtake her. When she finally focused, he was binding her arms above her head with the sheets, and he was naked.

  The man moved fast.

  All she could think about was how this was going down in the record books. Callen had really pulled off something huge.

  She wanted to get him an award.

  Or clap.

  One way or another, when this was over, she was going to tell him how amazing this had been.

  When she didn’t move, he busily got to work.

  Callen secured her, and then he stripped off the leather skirt and boots she’d been wearing.

  Pressing her into the mattress, he whispered in her ear. “All those times I couldn’t have you, I had this fantasy of taking you. Even then, I wanted to steal you from him, and take you like this. I wanted you like this, so you’d forever know who you belonged to.”

  There were goose bumps.

  That knowledge, that she’d been this wild fantasy for him, made her wet.

  Callen refused to let her move. She was wrapped, tangled, and trapped, and he loved it. “When you look at me, I want you to know that this lives in me, and it lives only for you.”

  She hoped so.

  It astounded her that he would feel any of this for her, but he did.

  His mouth moved all over her body, leaving bites, licks, and a few kisses. When he tormented her breasts, to the point of pain, she wiggled.

  She twisted.

  Struggled to move.

  He didn’t allow her any leeway. She was trapped, and she was his.

  God help her, but she wanted this.

  After all the shittiness that she felt, saw, and lived in their jobs, she needed this release. With Callen, he’d catch her and never let her fall.

  All the time, she was asking for him to do this. Elizabeth wanted him all over her.

  When he was ready, and only then, he began.

  Crawling up her body, he held her head still as he sat on her chest. “I need your mouth on me.”

  He pulled the panties out, and she immediately closed her mouth to add to his fantasy. If Callen wanted this, he was going to have to work for it.

  Plus, it was making her wetter.

  His laughter filled the room, and it was dark. It was filled with masculine need, and it sent shivers down her body.

  Yeah, she needed more.

  He pinched her nose, and she fought to breathe. As soon as her mouth was open, he shoved his rock-hard erection in her mouth and down her throat.

  He fucked her face furiously.

  There was no mercy. She was forced to swallow him to the base, and when he pulled out, there was spit and saliva. The tears pooled in her eyes, as the heat burned there.

  She wanted this.

  He could tell.

  His wicked wife drove him insane.

  When she struggled, her teeth scraping his erection, he knew if he stayed in her mouth, choking her, he’d cum. Callen needed to move on.

  There was something else he wanted.

  He flipped her over, and forced her legs apart with his big hands. She was offered up to him, and he had to decide how to destroy her control.

  He slid home.

  She was wet, warm, and fit him like a glove. In that position, he could have complete and total control. He was going to use it too.

  The thrusts were long, hard, and to the hilt. He rocked his hips, setting a brutal pace. Callen loved looking up her body to see her hands tied above her head, her back arched, and her ass offered up to him.

  Yeah, he was going to go there too.

  Only, he didn’t plan to be gentle. It was too late for that. Callen was craving dark, dangerous, and wicked.

  He was craving this control over her.

  He pounded himself into her, making sure he hit that one spot over and over again.

  “Please, no more,” she begged, as she struggled to fight off yet another orgasm.

  Her body tingled.

  She knew from here on out, it would be pleasure wrapped in pain, and only Callen could give that to her. This was where she began to feel.

  He ignored her begging.

  Instead, he screwed her.

  He drove his dick in and out of her body, until she was at the cusp. As she began to fall, again, he pulled free of the wetness. Immediately, he aimed for her ass.

  Before she could gasp his name, he drove himself into her. He could feel her body reacting to another orgasm. Instead of mercy, he kept her legs spread as far as they would, to control her.

  Elizabeth’s body bucked. Callen stayed buried in her until he was ready to move. The way her body tried to milk his—called to him.

  He loved this part.

  Then, Callen held her hips, forcing his way between her cheeks and then out again.

  He repeated it, with nothing but brute force. This was the truest need for him. He craved this. Callen had to have this control over her.

  She whimpered for him.

  He took her as if his life depended on it because it did. That need was destroying him from the inside out.

  She struggled against the bonds, forcing the headboard to hit the wall over and over. The staccato was music to his ears.

  He stroked her to the edge.

  As he roughly ground down on her clit, she desperately begged—not for him to stop.

  She was too far gone.

  Elizabeth, playing Miss Kitty, wanted more. She wanted all he could give and then some.

  Callen answered that call. He forced her to cum over and over again. There was no mercy. With each climax, he controlled her more. The invasion continued, until she stopped fighting.

  She was exhausted.

  Callen kept going. He rubbed the sensitive little bud even harder, and he knew he needed one more time.

  She came, her body wracked with tremors. Callen forced her to the bed and he used her.

  He took her ass with abandon, like he’d never done before. He pinned her to the mattress, in the cheap hotel, and he drove himself into her, balls deep.

  She didn’t move.

  The fight was gone.

  For some reason, that got him off even more. He’d tamed her, and now he was going to fill her.

  Callen knew his balls were about to explode. He was only human, and he could only hold out for so long. Tonight had been a test of his control.

  With two last strokes, he forced his way into her.

  “I’m going to cum!”

  He filled her, his body exploding in pleasure and pain. As soon as he did, he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

  Callen didn’t move.

  He didn’t think he could.

  Besides, a part of him was afraid. He’d been brutal. He’d raped her. He’d taken Elizabeth like…a whore.

  “Angel?” he whispered, freeing her arms from the sheets that confined her.

  When she rolled over, she looked sleepy. “Mmmm, Callen James. I love you.”

  She cuddled against him.

  “Are you upset with me? Did I cross the line this time?” he asked,
needing to know the truth.

  That was his fear.

  That one day, he’d go too far. With every woman before her, he always had to be vanilla. With Elizabeth, she let him be himself, and it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows.

  Sometimes he had to be dark.

  She giggled. “That was hot. Next time, it’s my turn,” she said, running her fingers over his abs.

  He’d rocked her world.

  “Look at me.”

  She did.

  “Really? I didn’t cross some sick line?”

  “Did you know that sixty-two percent of women have rape fantasies?”

  He stared at her.

  “No, is that real?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why do you know that?” he asked. “Why is that statistic bouncing around in your head?”

  “I’m one of the sixty-two percent,” she shared.

  Callen stared at her.

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  He found her mouth with his.

  “Elizabeth,” he said, as his tongue did battle with hers. His body was waking back up.

  How?

  He had no clue.

  “Take me again,” she whispered, “but this time, don’t hold back.”

  Callen wanted to weep.

  Yeah, he’d found his soul mate, and he’d never let her go. She was the only one who’d ever get him.

  That was a precious thing.

  Chapter Nine

  Thursday One Am

  Across Town

  He left her in a park. It was risky, since it was a public place, but he really needed his precious Elizabeth to find this one. He was studying her, and this mattered.

  Each step she took led to his next move.

  Beside her, he left a note and a rose.

  Would she get it?

  Would she understand?

  He wasn’t sure. This was a hard one.

  So, as he stood above the woman, the one he’d raped, violated, and destroyed to get off, he took that one part he needed. With the flick of his knife, he removed her lips.

  They were now his.

  Gently, he placed them beside the note, and headed across town. He needed to get back to Georgetown, and his home. It had been a long night.