Page 41 of Callum

He pulls back, and I hold my breath, hoping I haven’t just ruined my chance at an orgasm. Then his teeth close around the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, making me moan. “I told you, kitten,” Callum’s fingers rub relentlessly against the spot inside me that makes me want to scream. “I’m feeling generous tonight.”

Callum flashes me a bright smile before pressing his mouth against my clit again. I almost buck against the sudden, overwhelming feeling, but he pins my hips to the couch with his arm. It doesn’t take long for that familiar feeling to spread through my body, every part of me tensing with need.

“I’m gonna come. Please, Callum—”

Something sharp stabs into my upper thigh.

My attention snaps to his face, those piercing blue eyes watching me from between my spread legs, and I come. I fucking shatter against his tongue as I watch him press the plunger into the syringe sticking out of my leg.

“You mooootherrr fuhhhh…” My tongue grows too heavy to finish the explicative, and Callum grins up at me, victory dancing in his eyes. The last thing I see as the drugs drag me into the void is Callum gently plucking his whiskey glass out of my hand before the contents spill over the edge.

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Waking up in a strange bed isn’t exactly a foreign concept to me, but it’s not something I relish. The room is simple, with only a bed and a dresser to fill the space and one small window that shows the darkened sky beyond.

It’s nighttime.

How long was I asleep?

“—did you have to put it in every room?” Callum’s voice drifts past the bedroom door as memories come flooding back to me.

That mother fucker needle spiked me. Again.

“What were you expecting to happen in the kitchen?” His voice is further away now, and I take the opportunity to try and sit up in the bed. My head swims, nausea rolling through me at the sudden change in position. I need some fucking air.

Stumbling toward the window on unsteady legs, I throw it open to take deep gulps of the crisp night air beyond. It feels so good on my overheated skin, and I take a moment to let myself relax as I breathe.

I could run.

My eyes pop open at the thought, and I turn my head just enough to listen for Callum in the house behind me. I don’t hear him, but that doesn’t mean anything.

The fact that he hasn’t burst through the door yet makes me think he isn’t aware I’m awake. The bedroom door being closed at all implies he wasn’t expecting me to wake up for some time.

I could leave him like he left me. It will serve him right to lose me in these woods.

My feet hit the ground with a soft thump, the dirt already hardened by the coming winter. I’ll need to steal a coat, food, and better shoes. I won’t be able to start a fire without getting caught, but maybe I can find an abandoned cabin. There are plenty of them dotted around these—

“Going somewhere?”

He speaks from directly behind me, and I have less than a second to brace myself for his attack. Callum slams me into the side of the house, his body pinning me against the wood siding as one large hand clamps down on my mouth.

“What is it going to take, kitten?” He sighs the words against my neck, his head falling forward as his full weight presses into me. “When are you going to stop running from me?”

I stretch forward, trapping his hand between my mouth and the house so I can bite directly into the flesh of his palm. Callum chuckles deep in his throat but moves his hand off my mouth the moment I taste blood.

“I’ll stop running when you stop drugging me.” I spit the words over my shoulder, aware of how close our faces are in this position. I can’t see much of him in the darkness, but it feels like he’s watching me in the same way I’m watching him—as if we’re unsure what comes next.

“It was a much lower dose this time.”

“How kind,” I hiss, narrowing my eyes even though he can’t see me. “What are you even dosing me with?”

Callum tenses at the question, but his voice is earnest when he answers. “Rohypnol.”

“You fucking roofied me?!”

“Keep your voice down,” he growls, and I feel his hand wrap around the front of my throat. “We can’t have the GiGi’s finding out you’re here before the sun is even up. I’d like to get some goddamn sleep tonight.”

I open my mouth to spit more venom at him, but he moves suddenly, spinning me in his arms before dropping back. For a moment, I think he’s walking away from me; then I feel his shoulder connect with my stomach before I’m heaved into the air.

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