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I had gotten a wig as Callum suggested, and the blonde was a stark contrast to my natural shade of ebony. It actually didn’t look bad, and once I completed my costume with several fake tattoos, I looked like a completely different person which was what I needed. My gown was black and flowed all the way to the floor. It was puffy from the waist down and it reminded me a lot of the princess dresses I would wear for my father/daughter dances. Back then, I thought he’d hung the moon, and I suppose in a way that I still did. I never heard the rumors when I was younger, but they never seemed to fade and were there as I got older. His past before my mother made no difference because I knew him for the devoted husband, and father he now was, and those were the only things that mattered.
I’d heard similar things about my uncle, but he too had also tamed his wild ways once he’d reunited with Kenzie. She was the perfect complement to him, just as I hoped I would be to Callum one day. I shook my head at my own foolishness. The reputations that preceded my father and uncle were similar, if not exactly the same, as the ones that followed my lover. He was also my teacher and knowing he could see me the way that he was, it made me wonder how often he’d done this same thing before with others.
“This is what you’ve signed up for,” I told the girl staring back at me in the mirror.
I knew what I was getting myself into, but I ignored the pain of it all as I focused on the pleasure. That man could do things to my body no one else ever had, and I was unable to resist him. I’d see the glances he would give me in class, then spend the rest of the day trying to ignore how arousing he was. By the time he would show up after nightfall, I’d practically beg him to take me to bed.
And he would. Once there, he would send me soaring to heights of ecstasy I never knew existed, but waking up alone in the morning would send me crashing back down to earth. I would often question whether the high was worth the pain, and no matter how I answered in that moment, one thing remained. A single touch from him had the power to make me foolishly fall to my knees.
I took a final look at myself in the mirror, then made sure to grab my mask. “Well, here goes nothing.”
I exited my penthouse and it wasn’t long before I was at the venue. While most events were usually held in one of the luxury downtown hotels, this particular one was being held in a converted warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The entire surrounding scenery felt a bit creepy at night which I supposed was why they’d chosen this place over more customary ones. It was Halloween after all, and while it didn’t look like much from the outside, I knew the inside would be absolutely gorgeous. These high society parties were legendary, and I hoped this one would be unforgettable but for other reasons.
I’d shown Callum a picture of my dress and even sent him a selfie of my hair. I wanted him to be able to find me in the crowd, and it wasn’t long before he did. I was near the open bar which is where I’d also mentioned meeting him, and he zeroed in on me with laser focus as soon as I made it to my destination. I was literally shaking with both fear and excitement, and the latter was more prevalent at this point. We were taking a huge risk, but one I hoped paid off so we could do this more in the future.
I was almost living the life of a kept woman, and it bothered me but not enough to stop. I couldn’t end things between us because I needed Callum. I needed to feel the way that only he made me feel when we were together, as well as needing the distraction he provided. What should’ve been a casual fling had morphed into something I was powerless to stop. I couldn’t quit him, and as he approached me looking every bit the Titan he was, I saw something in his eyes. It was pure unadulterated lust, and I suspected he’d be unable to quit me any easier.
“May I have this dance?” he asked the moment he was in reach of me.
I took his extended hand and smiled. “Yes.”
It was so hard not to tell him how hot he looked in all black. The man was handsome from his head to his toes and even through the mask, I could see his vibrant blue eyes peering out. I’d gone to good measure to place colored contacts in mine, so they too were a bright blue color instead of the dark brown they usually were. I could see his gaze on mine, then shivered as it moved lower.
I knew how much Callum loved my breasts, and this gown had a choker collar encrusted with crystals and a cutout that showcased my breasts. My nipples hardened as his gaze centered on my chest, then that familiar ache returned between my thighs when he dropped it lower.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire room,” he told me as we walked out onto the dance floor.
“Thank you,” I told him, even though I doubted he was being honest. So many other women were much prettier than me, but I still accepted the compliment and allowed it to echo in my ears. “You’re not looking half bad yourself,” I teased, using the same partial honesty back at him. He looked better than ‘not half bad.’ He was hot as fuck.
“And tonight’s rumored guests are some of Chicago’s hottest bachelors, including our city’s own Callum Meyers whose rugged good looks and boyish charm leave a trail of women in his wake.”
The news anchor had been hyping up this invitation-only party on two different news segments this evening, and I had stopped each time she had mentioned Callum by name. Others were also mentioned, but I had ears and eyes for only one, and it was the man dragging me into the lion’s lair. Well, the dance floor was a bit more sophisticated, but my earlier fears returned and I felt as if any moment I’d be discovered and the predators would rip me apart.
“I’d rip you apart,” he teased as he leaned in close to my ear. I hadn’t even realized I’d said that part out loud, but I obviously had because he heard me. “I’m also going to eat you all night long.”
He gave my ear a quick nibble, then pulled me closer as a slower song began to play. I loved being in his arms, and tonight hadn’t changed that. Callum held me close and I savored every second of it. We danced many songs, and although others came up to us trying to cut in, neither of us would let the other go.
The songs were a mix of fast paced and slower ones, and the latter were the ones I enjoyed the most. Being wrapped in his strong arms was the only place I wanted to be. Eventually, our close proximity became too much to bear and I found myself being dragged from the dance floor into a darkened hallway. I followed him without question because I trusted him completely.
The loud creaking of a door jarred me to the present and he unceremoniously pushed me into the hallway. It too was dark outside of the moonlight streaming in through the window. It would figure there would be a full moon on Halloween night in Chicago.
Once we were far enough away from the door, he pushed me against the wall and seized my mouth with his. As his tongue plundered deeply, he slid his hands inside the open part of my dress and cupped my breasts in his hands. I moaned against his lips, suddenly overcome by an onslaught of sensation as his hands and mouth had my panties getting damp. Callum flicked his thumbs back and forth over my nipples until they hardened to painful peaks. I needed more than this stimulation, so when he pulled away, I almost said as much, but he lowered his head and using his hands to hold my top open, he captured one of those taut buds between his teeth.
“Yes,” I cried out when he moved from one breast to the other, kissing and biting his way across my cleavage. Callum spent several minutes licking, suckling, biting, and even squeezing them until my panties went from damp to soaked. I was nearly ready to come and he hadn’t even lifted my dress. “I need you,” I whispered to him when he’d finally raised his head.
He grinned ferally at me, and I had no time to question why. I heard the sound of a foil wrapper, then felt his hands as he pulled up the layers of fabric. Once one of my legs was bared, he ran his fingers down it, causing goosebumps to raise on my flesh.
“Does this make you even hotter?” he asked when he dragged those same fingers over the silken patch of my panties. “Does knowing anyone could happen upon us make you wet?”
“You. Always you make me wet,” I answered honestly, then gasped as he inserted two fingers inside of me without even removing or pushing the material of my panties aside.
“I want to tear this damn dress off of you. If we didn’t have to go back through the crowd to leave, I’d do exactly that.”
“W-what would you do to me once you got my dress off?”
“I’d fuck you so hard that you’d wear the imprint of these bricks on your flesh for a week, Nicole. It’d be a physical reminder that your body belongs to me.”
Always blunt. I loved the way he talked. Sometimes, he would take me roughly just as promised, while other times he would treat me like fragile glass, and I loved that, too. Other times, he would start off gentle, then fuck me with reckless abandon, before slowing things down once more. I had no idea what he planned to do to me tonight, but once I heard his zipper lower, I knew I was about to find out.
