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His rock-hard body’s hold on me is completely unbreakable, and my futile attempts only seem to stimulate him. His gray eyes bright with indisputable hunger, he plows in and out of me, until neither of us can manage another word. There’s nothing but the friction, the heat, the bestial need to come around his cock.
I’m not even ashamed of the fact that I’m no longer fighting when he lets go of my leg and brings his hand to the apex of my thighs, parting my pussy lips and bringing his thumb right to my clit, rubbing it in fast circles, then slapping the raw flesh.
His free hand cups my breast, as he leans in and brings his mouth to the other nipple, sucking it between his lips as his cock drives me fucking insane with need.
My pussy grips his cock so hard, and I sob as I explode around him. Callum’s cock engorges and slams deeper than ever one last time before he loses it inside me.
I wish I could say I immediately start to scream at him, telling him to leave me the fuck alone, threatening to report him, but for the next minute—or the next hour—all I can do is learn to breathe again.
Callum’s no better; he slumps on top of me, likely because there’s no room in the small bed anywhere else, heart pumping. He would have crushed me if he wasn’t supporting some of his weight on his elbows.
“I fucking hate you,” I finally manage to wheeze.
The jerk chuckles again, shifting to stare right at me.
He’s in my reach now, so I bring my hand to his shoulder and rake my nails along his arm, leaving angry red marks in the dim light.
That’s deeply satisfying to me. Better than any slap would have been.
His girlfriend will see it. She’ll see it and she’ll know some girl touched him. That’s as close to payback as I can give him.
Except Callum mustn’t have realized that, because he only smiles wider. “Careful now, love.”
His voice is thoroughly entertained.
Asshole.
“Scared your girlfriend will see my scratches on you?” I taunt, in case he didn’t get the memo.
He’s a man, after all.
Callum shakes his head, chuckling again. “You are so incredibly jealous. Don’t worry, though. I think it’s sweet.”
I frown, trying to understand why he doesn’t seem to care one iota.
Maybe they have an open relationship. After all, Grace said they had dated other people. But the whole scene with the parents said otherwise.
“I’m not jealous.”
Not. One. Bit.
“Aren’t you now?” Callum sits up a little, hovering over me, hands either side of my face. He lowers his mouth to my cheek, and then the other, before bringing it to my ear.
I’m going to stop him.
Anytime now.
“But if you insist on marking me, I might just do the same to you.”
“You wouldn’t,” I snap.
His chest rumbles with amusement, as his mouth travels down to my neck, lips sucking on my skin, softly at first, then deeper, harder.
Shit.
“Are you giving me bloody hickeys? Who even does that?”
It only occurs to me now that my hands are still firmly locked. I’m right back to trying the cuffs, but they’re just as unyielding as they were on round one.
