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Callie
“Keep that thing loaded.”
I blink at him and he turns away from me, leaving me here with a handgun in my pants and a big ass hoodie that falls down to my knees. He disappears through the gate and I close my mouth, crossing his jacket over my body to keep myself warm. The distant sound of his father’s voice fills my ears and I almost go after him, honest to god planning on begging him to stay with me, to drop that fancy limo life of his and run away with me someplace we’ll both be safe, but then I come to my senses and shake my head at myself.
He doesn’t want you like that, you stupid girl.
Nobody wants you.
The thought hits me like a slap to the face and I laugh lightly to ease the sting, leaning my ass back against the tree to swallow another shot of vodka.
I’m all alone in this big bad world full of monsters, always have been, always will be, and that’s just the way I like it.
“What are you doing?”
The sound of his voice yanks me back to the present and I jump, spinning around to find Damon standing on the other side of the living room wearing a gray pair of sweatpants with his arms crossed over his chest. The lit fireplace on my left illuminates his dark features and his dark blue eyes track my every move, and it’s only now I realize he asked me a question.
“Uh, nothing,” I say lamely, discreetly folding my arms behind my back to hide the hoodie I’m holding.
He cocks his head with a look that screams I’m gonna smack you for that and I sigh, inwardly cursing Levi Matthews and his inability to keep his stupid facial expressions in check, the cocksucker. He just had to go and make a thing out of me wearing this earlier tonight and almost every other night since he gave it to me in that park three years ago, and now my husband looks ready to rip me a new asshole for attempting to get it back despite the fact he took it away from me.
Fucking fabulous.
He takes a slow step towards me and I take one back, then another, not stopping until my back hits the wall beside the hallway leading to the gym. His eyes flash with a confusing mixture of anger and amusement and he stops right in front of me, purposely crowding my space until there’s barely an inch left between us.
“You scared, punk?” he asks me, leaning one arm on the wall above my head while he uses his free hand to play with the hem of his massive t–shirt at my thigh.
“No.”
A light, humourless laugh leaves him and he lifts my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Then why are you running away from me?”
I glare at that, not missing the meaning behind his words. He knows damn well I’m not running away from him – not physically, anyway – my mind, though.. that little pussy can’t get away fast enough. Damon Kingston has this magical ability to pluck the thoughts and insecurities from my head without effort, and as much as I love him with every ounce of my heart and soul, I hate that about him.
“You lied to me, baby,” he says quietly, finally voicing the root of his anger after several long days of keeping it buried within.
We’ve all been occupied by other things since the night we found out about Killian and Frank, all five of us working with Elijah and Ross to form a solid plan to kill the bastards who hurt me and Levi without getting caught, but now that they’re both dead and gone, it seems Damon’s decided now’s as good a time as any to call me out on my bullshit.
“I didn’t lie,” I mutter, rolling my eyes when I catch the tick in his jaw. “I just didn’t tell you about it.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he bites out, struggling to rein in his temper. “I asked you where you got the gun and you told me Dean gave it to you.”
“Yeah, okay, that part was a lie.”
Unamused by me and my tone, he snatches the back of my neck and spins me around, pushing me forward to sandwich me between him and the wall. My hair falls over my back in a damp, tangled mess and he moves it out of the way, slowly trailing his finger over my neck and down to the inch wide scar between my shoulder blades. My muscles lock at the contact and he moves it down to the curve of my spine, gently taking the hoodie from my hand to pin my ass with his hips.
“Damon–”
He pulls my hair and I shut my mouth, tipping my head back on his shoulder to search his face.
I’m fully aware he wants me to get rid of it, to stop wearing it all the time because it belonged to another guy who came into my life before he did, but I can’t do that. I can’t explain it and I don’t even wanna think on the reasons why that stupid hoodie means so much to me. It just does, and he’s just gonna have to deal with it.
“Callie..”
“Yes, Damon?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He already knows what I’m thinking, the prick, but I tell him anyway. “Let me keep it.”
He growls quietly and tilts my head to the side, leaning over me to speak in my ear. “What happens if I don’t?”
“Maybe I’ll leave,” I shrug, lying through my teeth. “I’m eighteen now, remember? I can go wherever I want.”
He laughs at that, really laughs, spinning me again to haul me up over his shoulder. I squeal and he smacks my ass, walking me over to the dining room just off the kitchen to grab a chair from the table. He takes a small knife from the block on the kitchen counter and I struggle against his hold on me, but he won’t let me go.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
He ignores me and walks for the stairs, digging his short nails into my flesh so hard I’m sure he’s leaving little half moon indents there. As soon as we get up to our bedroom, he drops the chair down in front of the mirrors lining the closet and sets me down on my feet, eyeing me over his shoulder while he moves for the nightstand to grab something else.
“Sit down.”
“No.”
He smirks to himself and walks back over to me, roughly taking my waist to shove my ass down on it.
He loves it when I tell him no.
I bite my lip to hide my excitement and he moves around me, his sexy eyes never leaving mine while he ties my hands behind my back with the sleeves of my hoodie. “Mine.”
I grin like an idiot and he rips off a long piece of duct tape with his teeth, bending down in front of me to tape both of my ankles to the legs of the chair. My breathing picks up a little bit and I wiggle my hips to test my restraints, but I can’t move an inch.
“How the hell are you supposed to fuck me like this?”
“Who said I’m fucking you?”
My eyes narrow and he straddles my bare thighs, slowly tangling his fingers through my hair to pull my head back. He kisses the metal piercing on the corner of my mouth and I shiver, curling my toes into the soft rug beneath my feet.
“Damon,” I plead, biting his lip to encourage him to go faster, but that only slows him down.
He moves his mouth to my jaw and then down to the crook of my neck, purposely taunting me with his tongue and his teeth until I’m shaking against him. He sucks on the vein there and I moan, silently begging the ceiling for patience I don’t possess while he pushes me closer and closer to the edge of crazy town.
“You like this?” he whispers, sliding his free hand over my ribs to tease my nipple through his shirt.
“No,” I force out, making him laugh. “Fuckin’ asshole.”
He sinks his teeth into my neck and I whimper, honest to god considering shooting him in the face once I finally get my hands free from this jacket. He grins like he knows it and reaches into the pocket of his sweats, pulling out a rectangular black box with a gold bow wrapped around it.
“What is that?”
Instead of answering me, he sets it down on his thigh and removes the lid from the top, revealing something I can only describe as expensive.
Really fuckin’ expensive.
“Damon–”
“Quiet.”
“But I don’t–”
“Do you want me to gag you?” he asks, casually pulling it out from the box like it’s completely normal behaviour.
I glare but he ignores it, gently moving my hair out of the way to secure the clasp at the back of my neck. It’s a solid gold chain with a queen’s crown for a pendant, and I don’t miss the way the five points at the top are decorated with five black diamonds, just like the ring I bought him on our wedding day.
It’s fucking beautiful, but it’s also custom made and easily worth more than everything I’ve ever owned combined and then some.
He lifts it up to show me the engraving on the back and I swallow, struggling to keep my emotions at bay.
Punk.
It says punk.
“Why are you giving me this?”
“Why do you think?”
“Because you’re a massive prick and you live to mortify me?”
“Because I love you,” he says clearly, leaning over me to take my mouth with his.
I moan and he takes my lip ring between his teeth, sliding his hand over my stomach to get to my pussy. I’m not wearing a thong under his t–shirt, so he finds my clit with ease and circles it with his thumb, so slowly I could fucking punch him. Except I can’t punch him because I’m bound to a goddamn chair, completely immobile with no way to escape.
“Damon..”
“Yes, Callie?” he teases, still toying with my lip ring.
A frustrated growl leaves my throat and he swallows it, clearly enjoying himself while he continues this torturous assault on my body. He adds the tiniest amount of pressure to my clit and I fist my hands behind my back, clenching my thighs so hard I’m sure I’m about to pull a muscle.
“Damon, I swear to god..” I warn, ripping my mouth from his to look him dead in the eye. “Quit playin’ and fuck me. Now.”
He raises a cocky ass brow and wraps his free hand around my throat, yanking me into him to speak over my lips. “Say you’ll never leave me.”
“I won’t,” I rush out. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, moving his hand down to tease my entrance with the tip of his finger. “You need me to fill this empty little pussy for you?”
I nod like a crazy person, fucking desperate to feel him there. “Fuck, please, Damon.”
“Tell me how you want it.”
“Against the wall.”
He curses and leans over to grab the knife from the floor, quickly cutting the tape from my ankles before he moves to untie my hands. My back hits the mirror a second later and I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders for support while he pushes his sweats down to his thighs. He shoves his cock inside me and I smash my mouth on his, shamelessly grinding my hips on him to rub my clit on his pelvis.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, tangling his tongue with mine. “You gonna come already?”
I nod again and he groans, moving both hands down to my ass to spread my cheeks apart. He slams into me over and over again and I come hard, biting down on his bottom lip while I ride the high. After I don’t know how long, my body sags against his and I drop my head down on his shoulder, smiling to myself while I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I love you back, you know?” I whisper in his ear. “I couldn’t stop it if I tried.”
His mouth forms a big ass grin against the crook of my neck and he squeezes my ass, making me moan.
“Again?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He turns us around and drops me down on the bed, eyeing me and my half naked form while he moves to grab my hoodie from the floor. I frown at that, but he doesn’t give me the chance to ask questions. He spins me like a rag doll and shoves me down on my stomach, yanking my hips up to expose my ass to him. My new necklace dangles in front of my face and I bite my lip, secretly loving the weight of it around my neck. I’m just about to touch it for the first time, but then he takes my wrists and ties them together again, leaning over me to secure them to the headboard this time.
Fuck me, this is hot.
“I like you like this,” he says quietly, kneeling up behind me to tease my pussy with his cock.
“Bound and helpless?”
“Fucking sexy,” he corrects me, knocking my leg out with his knee to get the angle he wants.
He slams into me with one hard hit and I jolt, curling my fingers around the fabric of my hoodie to brace myself for what I know is coming. Just like I knew he would, he smacks my ass hard enough to leave a mark and fucks me without remorse.
“Fuck, Callie,” he rasps, spitting on his thumb to tease my ass with it. “You want it?”
I nod and he pushes the tip inside me, simultaneously reaching around to tease my clit with his free hand. The way he gets me off forces a scream from my throat and I come again, dropping my face to the sheet to shut myself up while he rides it out of me.
“God fucking damn, baby,” he growls, quickly spinning me around to shove me down on my back.
I blow the hair from my face and he slides his cock back inside me, running both hands over my thighs and up to my waist. I do my best to concentrate on breathing and he concentrates on me, pushing his t–shirt up to my chest to expose my breasts. He dips his head to tease my nipple with his tongue and I moan, arching my back up into him to allow him better access. He fucks me slow this time, worshiping every inch of my body with his hands and his mouth, and it’s only when my legs start to shake again that he finally puts me out of my misery.
“Last time, okay?” he whispers, reaching up to untie my hands from the headboard.
“Put it in my ass.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself, dropping his mouth to mine while he pulls out to do as he’s told.
He gently pushes the tip inside me and I run my nails through his hair, swallowing the sexy little groans leaving his throat while he buries himself to the hilt. I suck on his bottom lip and he shivers, leaning up on one elbow beside my head to keep his weight off me.
“You ready?”
I smirk like a demon and he smirks back, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder to take me as deep as humanly possible. He fucks me hard and fast and I pull his hair to hold him down on me, clinging to him for life while he slams his dick into my ass like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and reaches down between us to play with my clit, forcing my eyes to roll back in my head because fuck, he’s good at that.
“Good girl,” he praises, breathing hard against my lips. “Come for me, baby.”
I do as I’m told and he growls like a madman, wrapping his free hand around my throat to choke me through it. My vision blurs at the edges and I fall apart at the seams, roughly digging my nails into both sides of his neck while he fills my ass with his cum. He falls down on me a second later and rolls us over until we’re lying on our sides, gently running his hand over my outer thigh while the two of us attempt to calm ourselves down. A comfortable silence stretches between us and I close my eyes, lying my head down on his chest. My finger automatically moves for the gold crown resting on my neck and I grin before I can stop it, lightly smacking his abs when I feel him watching me.
“Shut up.”
He laughs at me and lifts my chin up with his forefinger, dipping his head to kiss my lips. “Happy birthday, Callie Kingston.”
