Use Me (Caldwell Brothers)

“He’s here,” the redhead tells her.

“Who?” Tatum asks, and I see her wipe her nose with a tissue.

“That man from Detroit. He’s here in the building,” she hisses.

“He’s not here, Melanie. You must have mistaken—”

“The beast with the man bun?” Melanie asks.

Fucking bitch hasn’t seen the beast, but if she keeps talking, I will happily show her.

I walk out into the hall and toward them. Both of them look in my direction, and Tatum gasps, tears sliding down her face.

Normally, that would make me rethink this shit, but she’s not safe from me. I warned her. So many times, I tried to send her away, push her away. She should have listened. Now she will learn the hard way.

“Angelo, what are you doing here?” she asks, dabbing her puffy eyes with the tissue.

“We have some unresolved issues to discuss.” I try to stay as calm as I can, but I’m not fucking calm, and my voice carries that tone.

“Are you even supposed to be in this state?” her friend asks.

“Melanie,” Tatum scolds her.

She ignores her and sets her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “Well?”

“You call the cops if you want. I don’t really give a fuck. The ten-thousand-dollar question is: will you let me have an hour with Tatum first?”

“I don’t—”

“The answer is yes,” I interrupt, not looking at her as I walk past her, past Tatum, and into her apartment.

“Melanie, I’m fine. Just—”

“But you aren’t fine, Tatum. He’s—”

“I said...” She pauses and clears her throat. “I’ll call you later.”

I keep my back to her and look around her place as the door closes. It’s not fucking tidy. There are coffee cups, papers, tissues, and clothes strewn around. Otherwise, the place would be nice.

“Angelo?” My name falls from her lips in a quiver of need and confusion.

I turn around and look at her. She’s a mess, but she still looks beautiful.

“I’m only here for one reason, Annie,” I tell her. “I’m here to use you.”

“I missed you so—”

“Shut the hell up with your lies,” I say, pulling out my cock that’s been rock-hard since I saw her. “I’m not here to talk or have smoke blown up my ass.”

“I’m not—”

One step and I close the distance between us. I grip the back of her neck, and she licks her lips, looking up at me, expecting a kiss.

Fuck. That.

Chapter Thirty - One

I reach out to touch him, and he grabs my hand, stopping me.

“I want you on your knees. I want to fuck your mouth.”

“But you said—”

“On your fucking knees, Tatum, or I’m out the fucking door,” he warns.

I’m not a weak woman, or one who gives in to demands, but my body... My body craves him even in the state I am in.

I drop to my knees and look up as I reach for him.

“Hands behind your back,” he hisses. Then he taps my lips with his cock, avoiding eye contact.

I open my mouth to him and watch his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows hard.

Knowing that he didn’t want this from me before and seeing pain in his expression now, one that mirrors my own, I start to pull back. However, he closes his eyes tight and thrusts harshly into my mouth, causing me to gag.

I swallow, my throat closing tight around his cock, and he hisses, fisting my hair back and letting out a low, deep growl before thrusting in again. Over and over, he thrusts into my mouth, using it to his liking.

I suck hard on his broad head when he pulls back.

“Fuck yes,” he groans and thrusts harsher, farther, faster in and out of my mouth.

I swallow and lick. I suck and rub my tongue up and down the underside of his massive rock-hard erection. My pussy throbs with want, with need... for him.

I want this. I want to give him this. I want to give him everything.

I place my hands on his thick, strong thighs and take him deeper than I can handle. Then I pull away, gasping for air and gripping him tightly in my hand.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” he demands.

I lick up the underside of his hot, hard shaft and he growls, “Lick my fucking balls, Tatum.”

I do. I lick them and suck each one gently, wanting to devour the man I have fallen in love with. He groans loudly before pulling back on my hair and thrusting into my mouth again, and again, and again. When he finally stalls his thrusts, I feel him twitch in my mouth. He tugs my hair back, and I feel his hot come hit my lips.

When he is empty, my face sticky with him, I lick my lips as he looks down at me. My heart aches when I see the way he looks at me.

With disgust.

“Go clean up.” He turns his back on me. “Come back naked. I need to fuck you.”