They got to his bedroom, and he threw her on the bed. She didn’t get very far when she tried to scramble away from him. He had hold of her ankle and pulled her close.
She burst out laughing, which turned to a moan as he spread her thighs wide.
“You have no idea how hungry I am.” His mouth went to her pussy and he began to lick between her spread thighs. The pleasure was instant.
“Caleb.” She groaned his name as he plunged two fingers inside her, pumping in and out. She reached down, holding on to his hair, working her pussy up with his mouth as he licked and sucked at her.
She didn’t know how he could do this after what he’d been through, but as he swirled his tongue across her clit and down, she quickly decided didn’t care to know. What he did with his tongue was magical.
Thrusting up against him, she chanted his name as he spun his fingers inside her, stroking across the sensitive walls.
“I want to feel you on my dick when you come.” He pulled out of her, and in next to no time, his cock was out, and he was balls deep within her.
He grabbed her feet, spreading her legs, and pounded deep inside her, fucking harder than before.
“Watch me, Grace. Watch me fuck you.”
She lifted up and stared down at where they were joined. From this angle, she saw his cock, slick with her arousal as he worked in and out of her.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
She touched her clit in feather-light strokes, watching him. Caleb didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her. She loved every second, not wanting him to stop.
Her release took her by surprise. The sheer force of it made her want even more, but it was also different with his cock inside. The moment her orgasm subsided, Caleb dropped to the bed, grabbed her arms, and pinned them on either side of her head, keeping her in place. This time, he took from her.
Caleb used her and she didn’t care. Whatever demons he needed to chase away, she was there for him.
She wrapped her legs around him as he fucked her harder than ever before. When he came, he threw back his head and groaned, deep and guttural, before collapsing over her.
He kissed her neck and she smiled. Still, he kept her hands by her head, unable to move.
“I haven’t thought about Frank in years,” he said.
“He was your friend?”
“Yes, he was my friend.”
She didn’t know what else to say, so she stayed quiet.
“I don’t regret killing him. He was going to kill me.”
“There was no way for you to resolve it.”
This made him laugh. “You’re so sweet and innocent. One day, it’s going to get you killed.” He dropped a kiss to her lips, lifting up enough to be able to look her in the eye. “We were going to take over the world together. He was the only person I ever allowed myself to trust. He was the only person I allowed near my sister, and I was always so protective of her.” He pressed his lips together, his gaze looking past her shoulder. She knew he wasn’t gazing at the pillow, far from it.
“He betrayed you.”
“Yeah, because someone else wanted to take me out. Offered him a shit ton of money. It was a fight to the death. I didn’t like doing them much as they took it out of you. We were young when we started to make a name for ourselves in this city. I thought fighting was my key. Frank was all talk. He opened his mouth, people listened. We were the duo that no one could touch.”
“But it wasn’t enough for him?”
“You got it. Nothing was ever enough for the prick.” He pulled out of her and she rolled onto her side, reaching out to touch his heavily inked back.
“Do you miss him?”
“Frank? No. I didn’t even give his kid a thought.” He shook his head and stood.
“And you feel responsible for your sister’s death because you forgot one little detail.”
He stopped and turned toward her. “It’s not a little detail when it costs someone their life, Grace.”
He continued to walk away.
Lying in the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, hating this feeling of emptiness. She climbed out of bed and followed him through to the bathroom. He stood beneath the spray. She went to him, stepping into the stall.
“You’re right, it’s not a little mistake, but it’s also not your fault.”
“Get out of here, Grace.”
“No, you don’t get to speak to me like that.”
He wrapped his fingers around her neck. “I can do whatever the hell I want to. When are you going to learn you’re nothing more than a puppet at my demands?”