“This is how it happens,” he said, his voice so soft, liquid silk. “I get involved with them. I try to give them what they want, but they ask for more and more and more until they have everything. That’s what it means to be a Solar. You sacrifice yourself to the family until there’s nothing left.”
“Calvin.” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t imagine the pain he felt or the pressure. “I’m not going to leave you. No matter what happens.”
“Even if I drop out?”
“You won’t.”
“But I might have to. And I’ll do it if it means taking control. I’m broken already, Robyn. There’s nothing left in me to save.”
I moved up and kissed him. I pushed myself against his chest and felt his lips on mine, hungry and passionate, and I let his tongue invade my mouth, his hand in my hair, his growl on his lips. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop it.
I wouldn’t let him talk like that.
This wasn’t Calvin. The man I knew was confident. He could destroy worlds and break men over his knee like they were children. He walked into a room and dominated it with his presence, his willpower, and his charm. I wanted that Calvin. I needed that Calvin.
I wouldn’t let him drift too deep.
I ran my hands along his thighs. My heart raced as I moved closer and closer to his thick cock. I felt his shaft through his sweats and stroked him slowly, rubbing his long, thick length as he stiffened, harder and harder, and I moaned into his mouth, letting myself get lost in the moment.
He pulled me away from the chair and tugged me down on top of him on the couch. I straddled his hips, arching my back as his erection pressed against my pussy. A gasp played on my lips, soft and intense. He growled back like he wanted nothing more than to rip off my clothes.
He tightened his grip in my hair. “Will you leave me if I drop out?”
“No,” I said as he pulled my shirt off. He kissed my neck, my chest, my collarbone, as he unhooked my bra.
My breasts spilled out. His eyes were molten fire. He licked my nipples, already stiffened with excitement. His tongue rolled around them as he pulled my hair harder, tighter, his other hand digging into my back. The pain contrasted with the pleasure of his mouth on my breasts and I moaned, unable to stop myself.
I came here thinking I’d tell him about his mother and go home, but nothing was easy with Calvin, and everything hurt.
So why did I love it? Why did I still have on his ring?
He moved down to unbutton my jeans. I rolled my hips, grinding myself against his cock, panting. I tugged at his shirt and he took it off, showing his incredible physique, his cut chest, his muscular abs, and that long, lean V that led down to his stiff cock. He let out a roar and rolled me to the side, pinning me down to the couch with his weight and mass.
He could crush me, destroy me. Instead, he stripped off my jeans, ripped down my panties, and buried his mouth on my dripping wet cunt.
I gasped and arched my back. Pleasure rocketed along my spine. He slid his fingers inside—god, I was wet, how did I get so wet?—and he fucked me with them as he licked my clit in precious, incredible circles. He was a master with that tongue, and those fingers, and I pulled his hair hard enough to make him grunt with pain, but that only made him go faster.
“I want to taste it,” he said, half a moan and half an order. “I want to lick you up while you scream my name. Come for me, Robyn. Come on my lips and tongue and fingers. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I want to taste you, all of you.”
I bit my lip hard enough to bleed as he kept going, faster, faster, licking, sucking, fucking, making these delicious, incredible, sensual noises, his words echoing in my ears, and he was right, he was always right, I couldn’t help myself with him, when he came near, I lost my mind and all my nerve and there was only Calvin.
I put his ring in my mouth. The diamond was cold and the metal was tangy and sharp. I sucked it as I came, and I moaned his name, the orgasm exploding from my spine, I moaned his name over and over again, and he didn’t stop, that bastard, that monster. I came, and he stood, slowly pulling his pants off until he stood stroking his thick cock, his monstrous shaft.
I gaped at him, breathing hard. I was aware of every heartbeat. Sweat rolled down between my breasts and my pussy glowed like lightning.