Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

“She’ll leave you.”

“And even if she does, I’ll never be your Dom again.”

She tilted her head, attitude in her eyes. “What are we doing now?”

“I’m using you. You know that.”

“And if Rome weren’t around, you’d bend me over the bed and fuck me.”

Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn’t. With Rome in my life, I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else. It was difficult to determine what I would really do since it was impossible for me even to get hard for her. “Who knows?” I drank my brandy and let the alcohol burn down my throat.

“I mean it, Calloway.”

“And I’m calling your bluff.”

“You really think I won’t do it?” she asked coldly. “Think again. Leave her, and she never has to hear about these nightly sessions. Or do nothing, and I’ll tell her the truth myself. What’s it gonna be?”

“Do whatever you want, Isabella.” I finished the brandy and left the glass on the table. “But in either scenario, you aren’t going to get what you want.”

6

Rome

Calloway came home that night in the same mood he’d been in for weeks. He was cold and distant, hardly acknowledging my presence when he walked into the bedroom. He stripped off his t-shirt and jeans until he was only in his boxers. His watch came off next, but his ring stayed in place.

I sat on my side of the bed in one of his t-shirts. I was reading on my Kindle and trying to watch him out of the corner of my eye at the same time. I hadn’t confronted him about what Jackson told me because I didn’t know how to approach it. And now that he’d spent the evening with Jackson, I was sure he knew about the phone conversation.

Calloway got into bed beside me and snatched the Kindle out of my hand.

“Uh, do you mind—”

He crawled on top of me and pinned me down, my hands stuck to the mattress on either side of my head. His knees spread my thighs until his cock pressed against my pussy through our underwear. He stared me down with the kind of intensity that burned right through my skin. “If you want to know something, just ask me.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about. “I did. You didn’t give me an answer.”

“I didn’t give you the answer you wanted to hear.” His hands tightened around mine. “What do you want me to say, Rome? I need more than what you’re giving me. That’s the truth, and that’s always been the truth. Unless it’s gonna change, why talk about it?”

“Does it really bother you that much…?”

His eyes shifted back and forth between mine. “Sometimes. Some days, I’m fine. Some days, I’m not.”

“Are you saying you aren’t happy with me?” It was difficult to ask these questions because I couldn’t bear it if he gave an answer I didn’t want to hear.

“You’re my world, Rome. You know that.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He pulled the front of his boxers down so his cock could be free. Then he dragged my panties off until the apex of my thighs was available to him. He positioned himself between my legs and pressed his hard cock against my lips, rubbing through them and across my opening. “I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t happy, sweetheart. Sometimes I struggle to control myself when I’m around you. That’s when I go dark.” He tilted his hips and slid the head of his cock inside me, pushing through my tightness.

Like always, I moaned.

“But make no mistake.” He kissed me hard on the mouth before he spoke into my mouth. “You’re the only woman I want to be with.” He rocked his hips harder until he shook the bed.

When he was inside me and we were connected like this, I didn’t think about anything else. My hands broke free of his hold, and I gripped his shoulders, my nails almost piercing the skin. I rocked my hips and took his length quicker, wanting more of that huge cock.

I should be concerned about what he’d just said. I should use logic to understand that this relationship was in jeopardy. After the year we’d been together, we still weren’t perfect. He hadn’t walked away from his old lifestyle because he still needed it. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice what I wanted, and neither was he. What kind of future could we have under these conditions? Would we be husband and wife someday, but still unhappy? Would Calloway resent me the way he was resenting me now?

But I loved this man so much that I didn’t care. I turned off my brain and let my heart guide me, because what we had was too beautiful to walk away from. I’d rather keep working on this broken relationship than find a normal man who didn’t need to hit me to feel good. I would rather cry a million times with Calloway than smile with another man.