Page 20 of Empire of Lust
I want to tell him he’s not, but I can’t make the words come out. I’m still caught up in the fact I was just cock-blocked.
He gives me a smile that I imagine the devil gives those who sell their soul to him. “Continue… you’re going to come for me, but only when I tell you that you can, and only for me. No one else will get to see this pussy, touch it, or lick it. If I find out anyone else has been inside you, touched you, or even thought about it from now on, the consequences will be grave. Do you understand?”
What wouldn’t I agree to now?
“Yes.” The word comes out as a pant, my heart beating so loud I wonder if he can hear it.
Lowering his head slowly, he inhales deeply through his nose.I want to cringe, but there’s no way to escape him. His fingertips press into the flesh of my thighs, forcing me open. “Fuck. Just like I knew it would be. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell?”
All at once, the world explodes in light, and all it takes is the brushing of Callum’s tongue against my clit. His hot breath against my skin. His fingers press deeper, with bruising force, holding me in place, forcing me to take the pleasure he’s so eager to give.
It’s never been like this for me. Callum is shameless as he devours my pussy like his life depends on it. Like he’s tasted nothing so exquisite. His grunts, and heavy panting, drive me as wild as the friction against my clit. Every slap of his tongue over the bundle of nerves sends me higher, and I’m almost to the point I was before he stopped me.
He hasn’t told me to come, but damn it, I’m going to.
“I’m… I’m coming… oh, god. Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I suck a ragged breath into my lungs, and my entire body goes rigid. “Callum!” I scream and let the shudders of pleasure ripple through my core.
His mouth disappears from my clit, but I don’t care. I’m coming; blissful shockwaves ripple through me. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life. Breathing erratically, I’m only vaguely aware of him pushing away from me to stand.
It’s finally happening.
He’s going to fuck me. I need him inside me. I’m ready. Ready to take his cock. I know he’s big, bigger than Lucas or any man I’ve ever seen, but I can handle it.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have touched you. Tasted you.” The regret in his voice is so thick it almost chokes me.
I blink, confused by what he’s saying. “What…” I start but then stop, the orgasm from moments before forgotten while I fumble my way through sitting up. The desk is wet beneath my ass, and I slide against the wood, nearly falling. “I don’t understand.”
“This never should’ve happened.” I can see the war waging in his eyes when our gazes clash. I can’t imagine how I look right now. A cold sweat breaks out over my skin, and I watch while he gathers my thong, leggings, and flats.
His expression goes from conflicted to ice cold once he’s face to face with me again. Pressing the items into my hands, he directs his gaze at the floor. “Put your stuff on and get out of my sight.”
I’m too stunned to move. I don’t want him to regret what we just did, and that’s what this sounds like. Red-hot regret. “Please—”
“Go.” His voice is strained, drenched in darkness. Before I can beg him to turn around and help me understand what is happening, he gives me a warning glare. “Don’t talk. I didn’t ask you to speak,” he growls, his face twisted in a mask of rage so unlike his lustful expression from a minute ago.
Fear, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, makes me lock up.
What happened?I have no time to think it over. I need to get out of here before he loses what’s left of his withering control. Hopping off the desk, my legs are weak. I almost trip over my own feet while I hastily pull on my clothing. I’d sprint out of here stark-ass naked, but I’m not taking the risk I’ll run into someone.
I’m still putting on my shoes when I reach the hallway, and once they’re on, I race over the shining floors all the way to the other side of the house.
When I’m alone, I blink back tears again. I doubt I could run fast enough or far enough to outrun my shame. I don’t know what hurts worse: the way I gave in so easily or the way he turned against me. He regrets what we did.His arousal was there, the lust. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, so why did he push me away?
Now there is this darkness between us, the unknown. How am I supposed to forget how good it felt and how much I wish he’d do it again? What a foolish mistake on my part. I wasn’t good enough for Lucas, and I’m not good enough for Callum either.
Which makes me wonder… am I good enough for anyone?
CALLUM
The last few days have been a clusterfuck. Sheer willpower is the only thing that’s stopped me from crossing over into the other wing of the house to claim Bianca. To make up for my asshole behavior. As soon as I said the words, I wished I could take them back. It was the last thing she needed after her piece of shit ex cheated on her. I’m such a dick, and yet it’s not unlike me to behave the way I did.
It would’ve been fine had it been any other woman but Bianca. She’s different. I know I shouldn’t want her. I know we shouldn’t continue what happened that night and that pushing her away was the right thing. She probably thinks the worst of me, and I don’t blame her. Logically, I’m old enough and wise enough to know better, but I don’t care. I just don’t fucking care.
I didn’t regret a single thing we did. But that didn’t mean it was right. I’m not stupid, though. I know no matter how much I push her away, no matter what I do, she will inevitably become mine.
“The funds have been wired, and I have confirmation from the seller. The planes are yours and thank fuck. We’re already getting questions from the suppliers out in Miami. They need to offload their latest shipment.”
Leaning back in my chair, I swirl the scotch around in my glass and release a satisfied smile. “Good. We’ll send Carlo and Tony down there to inspect the shipment.”