Beautifully Mine

by Tara Lee

  “You watched me growing up?”

  “Kept tabs on you, yes.”

  “Right. Cause I was a transaction, right?”

  “Callie,” Bishop warns.

  No matter how he says it, it’s the truth, I was to Bishop, I was a deal.

  When he started things with me, he knew exactly who I was. He played me, used me to his advantage, and made me fall in love with him, knowing who he was becoming. Knowing that finding out would make me question everything about my life.

  Now I’m meant to marry him and forget everything that’s happened. Between the men in my life, I don’t know how much more controlling I can take.

  Bishop stands, opening a drawer placing more folders in front of me.

  “I have one on every person in your family, even one on Eric.”

  Staring down at the labels, I feel sick to my stomach. Bishop had tailed me my entire life, but when it came down to it, he didn't have the balls to tell me the truth.

  Will he always hide things from me? Keep me in the dark?

  Do I even want to know the unholy things he does to people?

  I swallow the thickness coating my throat. I can’t do this.

  “You can run, baby, but I will always find you,” he says as if reading my mind.

  “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  I catch a glimpse of the ring he forced on my finger before. The sight of it breaks my heart, because Bishop was never the romantic type; heck, he is an asshole with a capital A, but knowing he just demanded I marry him and that was that, not even a little romance.

  I’m not sure I can live a life without that. I watch Ethan with Luna all the time. I envied what they had when I was secretly seeing Bishop.

  I want him to show up and sweep me off my feet. Yeah, he saved me a few times, but was it wrong for me to want to be cherished?

  Unshed tears coat my lashes, and I know that he will keep good on his word.

  There’s a jolt in my chest as my heart captures the pain.

  Will Bishop ever truly love me?

  “Do you care about me?”

  I need to know, need to know he feels something other than possessive.

  Bishop pulls me to him, placing me in his lap. The way he brushes my hair from my face and places it behind my ear makes my body tingle.

  “I may seem like a complete fucking asshole, Callie, it may seem like I don’t care, but that’s the possessiveness coming out. I’m possessive of you because I love you, because you are mine.

  I need to work on being more tender with you. I’ve changed since you’ve been gone, and I’ll be honest, knowing you were hiding from me because you were scared makes me want to be controlling.

  Knowing that he took you from me, while I couldn’t get to you...”

  My eyes widen at his declaration.

  Wait, what? He knew I was hiding or was being held from him this whole time?

  “You knew where I was?” I slide off his lap. Vomit threatens to spill out of me.

  “Not at first, no, but I was giving you time.”

  “Time?”

  My heart pounds.

  I think back to all the times I wished Bishop would come rescue me, for Eric to finally give up. For my father to finally get the message.

  How long did Bishop know where I was? How long before he came after me?

  He killed Eric for me, but did he know what he was trying to do to me?

  I cover my mouth as the vomit works its way out. I rush for a bathroom, but before I even open the door, vomit spills onto the floor, covering the door as well.

  I sink to my knees as the final drop stops. This time I cry and ache for everything I went through.

  Hands land on my back, and a cold cloth covers my forehead.

  I push it away, not wanting him to touch me.

  “Go away,” I cry,

  closing my eyes to shut him out; I feel him standing behind me.

  Bishop’s arms come around me, and before I can protest, I'm in the air. He carries me through the house, stopping at a door at the end of the hallway.

  He places me on a huge bed with black sheets. It feels like a cloud, and my body falls to the exhaustion.

  “I only did what I thought was best for you. Do you think if I knew he was trying to get to you I wouldn’t have gone to you? I was trying to get to you, piccolina, I looked everywhere. It isn't until your father told me that I knew where you were.”

  Bishop wipes my mouth, washing away the vomit.

  “Callie, knowing you were scared of me, that I was the reason you were running. I knew you needed time, time to process, fuck, time to love me all over again.

  Because losing you isn't an option.”

  I curl into myself,

  hating that my body still reacts to him the way it does. My heart hurts more than anything right now, and I can’t seem to stop caring about the man currently kneeling before me like he’s ready to give me the world.

  I start to cry for a whole other reason.

  Bishop links our fingers together, kissing each one of my knuckles before his thumb strokes my wrist.

  Bishop is never gentle or tender.

  “Mine,” he growls against my ear, running his tongue down my neck, sucking his way to my ear.

  My hands grip his shirt, stopping him in place.

  Resting his forehead against mine, Bishop sighs.

  “If you promise you will give me a chance, give us a chance. I promise I will try.”

  My head falls forward, hiding from him. My tears are obvious as his fingers tip my chin.

  “Don’t fucking hide from me, baby.

  Who do you belong to?”

  His eyes grow darker as he waits, then slowly his fingers stroke my chin as he gives me his orders. I swallow, but my voice wills me to be silent.

  When he sees I’m not going to answer, he pushes me to my knees in front of him, tilting my head up to look at the very man who I know will never take no as an answer.

  I’m going to marry Bishop.

  He’s going to make sure of it.

  Bishop’s fingers wrap around my hair, tugging hard. Pain burns through my scalp as he pulls my head back.

  Bishop is done holding back; the monster is ready to come out and play.

  When I don’t answer, he tugs harder, and I whimper.

  “Who do you belong to, brat?”

  I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from shouting.

  Bishop chuckles, leaning down as he takes a small nibble on my lip.

  “Tell me, who’s queen are you?”

  The way Bishop is right now, the way he’s lost control has me more turned on than ever before. I’m broken, right? I hate the man, but I want him to do everything and anything to me. I’ll let this man devour every inch of my skin, all while his tongue tastes me.

  Bishop yanks me up by my hair, tossing me to the bed. I gasp as he crawls over the top of me, nibbling and sucking on every inch of skin he can.

  His nose rubs over my pussy, and I almost collapse right there.

  “So fucking wet, I can feel the heat of your pussy, baby.

  I can fucking smell you.” He growls, then his teeth clash down on my clit, biting over my panties.

  I scream as his teeth tug and pinch my clit, and in seconds he rips my panties into pieces, and then his tongue and mouth lap me up like I’m his last meal.

  “Oh God.” I cry out, gripping his hair. My legs give way and shake as Bishop worships my clit with his mouth.

  He’s giving me no mercy. Bishop is devouring me.

  I’m so close to coming I can’t take it anymore. Bishop senses I’m close because he pushes three fingers inside me and doesn’t stop until I come with an earth-shattering orgasm that shakes my entire body.

  I haven’t collected myself before Bishop grabs me by my ankles and drags me toward him.

  His hands come to my thighs, slowly caressing them, the head of his cock ready to take what is his.

  “I’m going to fu
ck your pussy raw, brat. Even then I won’t stop until you’re soaking in my come.”

  “Please,” I find myself begging.

  His hands roam my body, feeling every curve, until his hand comes down, slapping my ass cheek.

  “Argh.”

  His finger traces over my puckered skin.

  “I think I’ll fuck that ass now, show you that you do belong to me.”

  The noises coming from me should embarrass me, but all I want is him.

  Bishop’s hand wraps around my neck, squeezing ever so gently as he chokes me.

  My body breaks from the lack of oxygen.

  He slams inside me, coating himself with my juices.

  Bishop’s relentless as he thrusts in and out.

  My scream pierces the air. Bishop fucks me harder, faster, until my pussy is raw just like he promised.

  Bishop pulls out, placing his head where he wants.

  I whimper as he slowly pushes inside.

  Bishop

  The tightness almost has me erupting before I’m fully inside her.

  My fingers stretch around her throat, cutting off her air supply. I have never done breath play with Callie, before and I know I can’t go too far. She enjoys it, but I have to be careful.

  The way she squeezes me indicates she was loving it.

  I pull all the way out, Callie whimpering as I do.

  “Please,” she begs again.

  “You want me to fuck that ass, brat?”

  I slowly thrust back inside as she nods.

  My cock is ready to fucking explode. Callie whimpers again at my cock filling her.

  I growl. My balls tighten, and I explode inside her vise-like fucking ass. Callie cries out, contracting around me, coming for a second time while my cock is buried deep in her tight fucking ass.

  I pull out, coating her pussy with my last drops, panting, catching my breath. I rub my cock over her pussy and push inside.

  She glistens with both of our arousal, and the sight has the caveman in me beating his chest.

  My fingers dig into her hips, asserting dominance. I’m not about to let her go, not when I just got her back.

  I’ll make sure her pussy has enough of my come that there will be no way she can never leave me.

  Am I a fucking asshole? Of course.

  Callie is mine, and I’ll fight for her until my last breath.

  Her bearing my children is an added bonus. The possessive monster in me needs her stomach rounding with my baby, needs to see that she is truly mine.

  I’m going to make her my wife, and she is going to be my fucking queen.

  Callie will soon know everything. But first, I have business to deal with.

  Jacob flings the piece of shit at my feet while his hands are tied in front of him.

  Tugging the worthless son of a bitch to his knees, I yank out the cloth covering his mouth while I force a gun down his throat— it has a certain bliss to it.

  I’ve kept my deal. I will never hurt someone who doesn’t deserve my wrath. This man, this worthless piece of shit is

  about to get everything he deserves. He stole from me, lied to protect his own ass, and like the coward he is, placed the blame elsewhere.

  An entire shipment went missing, millions of fucking dollars vanishing into thin air.

  Hector kneels weeping at my mercy, begging me to spare him.

  “Please, Mr Demertruis,” he cries as I pull the gun from his mouth to place it between his eyes.

  “I’m a pretty lenient man, Hector, I’ll make you a deal. Tell me the name of who sent you to steal from me, and I’ll forgive your deception.”

  His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he begs for mercy.

  “Thank you. Thank you.” He bows at my feet like the weakling he is.

  “Name, asshole,'' Jacob spits, getting impatient.

  I don't normally do my dealings out in the open of my home, but I’m beyond livid with the deceit Hector has shown toward me.

  “It was Boris, boss. I swear to you, he sent me to take what was yours.” Tears leak down his face, and he shakes.

  Side-eyeing Jacob, I nod he knows what to do.

  Hector goes to stand, but I force my gun, lifting it to his head, stopping him before he can even get one knee off the floor.

  “Y-you promised.”

  “I lied.” I pull the trigger. The noise echoes through the room as Hector’s limp body falls to the floor.

  He lands with a thud.

  A soft gasp has me turning to see Callie, crying, holding her mouth in shock at what she’s just witnessed.

  “Fuck.” I mutter.

  Callie takes off running, as far away from me as she can.

  I force the gun into Dexter's hand, cursing again.

  “Clean this piece of shit up.”

  I chase after her.

  I make it to the top of the stairs just as she slammed the door in my face.

  I follow right behind her, shutting the door after me.

  Callie is in the corner, tears coating her cheeks as she looks at me with utter fear.

  “Piccolina.”

  “Don’t,” She holds her hand toward me.

  I make my way toward her but again she holds her hands in front of her.

  “Don’t.” Her bottom lip trembles, but I need her.

  Slowly cornering her even further I close the distance between us as she lowers herself to the floor, her face in her hands as she sobs.

  Her entire body is shaking.

  I know I should walk out and give her space, but the fuck will I walk away.

  “You weren’t meant to see that.”

  She lets out a sarcastic laugh.

  “Is this the man you’ve become? You just killed a man in cold blood, Bishop.”

  I can see she’s in shock, she probably wants to leave and never come back, but we will get past this, just like everything else.

  “He wasn’t a good man.” I try to explain myself. Why I am, to Callie of all people, is beyond me. Maybe because I don’t want her to hate me.

  “So you’re saying you are?” Her voice quivers, making me regret doing it in the open.

  “He stole from me, he needed to be an example.”

  Callie sways her head as if what I just said was the most ridiculous thing she has ever heard.

  “I thought I could love the new you, Bishop, be by your side, but seeing that... that side of you. Your eyes were black, Bishop, you loved it. I could see how much you enjoyed taking that man's life.

  I want to go.”

  Pain splinters across my chest at the mere thought of her walking away from me.

  She is right. I’m growing to love it. Revenge is always a dish best served cold, and when I’m wronged, I love seeing the look in their eyes before I take their lives.

  Fuck, what am I becoming?

  I’m turning into my father after all.

  I slip to the floor, slouching my head between my shoulders.

  I’m a broken man.

  I’m covered in Hector's blood. No amount of lies can get me out of this. She saw everything with her own eyes. How can she love a monster like me?

  “I don’t want to love it, but I do.”

  Unshed tears burn my eyes.

  I had promised myself I wouldn’t be like him, and it’s exactly how I’ve turned out.

  I’m a fucking idiot if I think I can control the monster burning deep inside me.

  The urge to break free is strong, but even I can’t deny the pull it has on me.

  Callie moves closer to me tentatively as she touches my hand. Her face is red and splotchy from her tears. I hate that I’m the reason behind those tears.

  “You’re not a monster, Bishop.”

  I chuckle. “It’s not what you thought a few moments ago.”

  Damn, Callie was up and down with me.

  Is she losing her mind?