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I moan in surprise as his fingers meet and caress my slippery entrance, mentally cursing myself for how wet I am. Why is fighting him always such a turn-on? We’ve shared a dangerous connection since the moment we met. A simmering sexual tension follows us, teetering on the edge of love and hate.
I whimper while his fingers pump in and out of me, stretching me out with one, two, and then three. He withdraws to spit all over his hand, then slathers it all over my pussy before angling his cock towards me.
His velvety head and cold piercings part my lips, and he rubs his shaft over my wetness. I push back, surrendering to the sensation.
“I want to make you scream for the whole of London, princess,” he growls. He enters me with a forceful thrust, slamming his hips and filling me completely. “Fuck, yeah. See? I know exactly what you need, even if you don’t.”
The intensity makes me cry out into the night. People below us don’t look up. If they did, they’d see my head moving with every thrust.
My skin scrapes against the concrete and, despite my thoughts being a tangled mess, Callen’s cock grounds me. I relinquish control to him, closing my eyes and trying to tune out the noisy cars. I savour the chilly breeze tickling my thighs and concentrate on Callen’s pulsating cock plundering my pussy in brutal strokes.
He takes from me, using my body, and I let him. Shit, I want to let him. I moan and gasp, forgetting where we are, which only makes him buck more ferociously. My pussy tightens, squeezing him hard, but I’m not ready. Not yet.
“You’re going to come for me,” he commands. “Soak me.”
“No,” I argue.
I bite my lip.
“Do you really think you can deny me?” he mutters gruffly, spanking me. “You’re wrong.”
He speeds up. My orgasm builds, but I curl my toes and tense, trying to hang onto the unfurling knot inside me.
“You know I love a challenge,” he growls as the first wave of pleasure escapes from me in a whimper. “You like that, don’t you?”
His movement intensifies. My eyes snap open, watching the street below as I succumb to him. Pleasure takes over my entire body, making me quiver and struggle to stay balanced.
Callen’s thick thighs tense, and he buries himself deep inside me as my pussy squeezes every drop of cum from him.
“I know what else you’ll like,” he promises.
He slides his cock out and forces me upright by grabbing my hair. When I turn to face him again, his stares burn into me with lust right before his tongue invades my mouth. I have no choice but to accept. Our kiss is a battle of wills, filled with hate and forbidden promises.
Maybe Callen’s right about knowing what I need. I’m over the endless cups of tea, shortbread, and sympathy. I need a rush. I need to feel like I could die any minute.
Callen pushes me back, pressing my arse into the ledge. He picks me up, so I’m sitting on it, and he sinks to his knees. This would be the ideal opportunity to knee him in the face and break his nose, but I spread my legs wide, enjoying how he’s hungrily eyeing my pussy and his cum painted over my inner thighs.
“Time for dessert,” he murmurs before burying his head between my legs.
His tongue caresses me, probing my clit and lapping up all my wetness. I grip the ledge for extra support, but it’s too slippery to get a decent handle on it.
I cling onto Callen’s long hair and clench my thighs around his head, hoping it’s enough to stop me from plummeting to the pavement.
Callen settles into a slower rhythm, torturously running the tip of his tongue over my clit, which draws an intense moan from me as he circles it. Just as I’m about to come again, he halts.
“Hey!” I object.
He pulls away and stands, grinning. His deliciously arrogant half-smile would make most girls fall to their knees.
“Do you want more, princess?” His warm breath heats my cheeks. He smells of danger: bike oil, leather, and whiskey. “Beg me for it.”
“Never.”
No matter how desperate I am for release, I’ll never beg.
“Are you sure about that?” he teases, slipping his hand between my legs to knead my flesh. He slips two fingers inside me, and I gasp. “I can make you come so hard that you won’t be able to think about anything but what I’m doing to your cunt.”
Each stroke of his fingers stirs the embers that threaten to turn into a full-blown fire.
