Page 32 of Callum

This would undoubtedly count as maximum shock value. She’s covered in blood with a gaping hole ripped through her chest and wide, lifeless eyes staring straight ahead.

Creepy.

“So, do I just…” I make a motion with my hands as if I’m tossing her lifeless body over my shoulder. “Move her out of the blood?”

Callum snorts a laugh, pushing to his feet as he removes his stained gloves. “Would you like my help?”

“No.” I look down at the body again, the blood pool looking larger than it had before. “Yes.”

My eyes track over his body as he stalks toward me, crowding into my space until I’m forced against the closet door.

“What’s in it for me?” He breathes the words against the skin of my cheek, his body so close to mine we should be bumping against one another. Callum is too good for such a simple error, though. With every deep pull of air into my lungs, he sways away from my expanding ribcage, only to press back in on my exhale.

It takes a moment for my brain to connect the dots with him invading every one of my senses. “What do you want?”

He tsks, swaying into my space again. He’s so close I swear I feel the brush of his stubble against my throat. “I’d love to shut you up, kitten.”

“Permanently, or,” I drag out the word, allowing the implied “with your cock” to hang in the air between us.

A vicious, predatory smile crosses Callum’s face. “Little of both, kitten. On your knees.”

“What if I don’t—”

One hand lands on my shoulder at the same time his foot hooks behind the knee I’m resting all my weight on. I crash to the ground, holding in a pained cry when the movement pulls at my shin. “If you just popped my fucking stitches—”

“I’ll sew you up again,” he smirks down at me, running his hand along my jaw before his thumb presses into the center of my lower lip. “Open.”

“Fuck you.”

“This, again?” His head shakes on a sigh, disappointment playing on every inch of his face. “You need to be more creative, kitten.”

“How about this? If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth, I’ll bite it off.” My tone is as chipper as possible, and Callum laughs in response. His thumb pushes between my teeth to rest against my tongue.

“We both know you don’t bite the hand that feeds you, kitten. Except, you haven’t eaten, have you?”

Fuck. I’d been doing such a good job of ignoring the stabbing hunger pains until he brought it up. My teeth scrape against his knuckle as I try to pull back, a vitriolic insult on the tip of my tongue. He doesn’t let me pull away, and I feel my body heat in response.

“You don’t get this mouth back until you’re ready to beg like a good little slut.” Callum leans down, bringing his face so close to mine that it’s all I can see. “Are you ready to beg for me, kitten?”

Yes. I shake my head no.

“I didn’t think so.” There’s a feral gleam in his eyes as he pulls back, one that promises pleasure and pain in a way I’ve always wanted, always needed. Callum doesn’t give me any direction then. He just stands there, watching me with his thumb in my mouth.

He’s waiting for me to make the first move.

My hands move to his belt, and I hear an approving hum from the back of his throat. Mother fucker is making me prove that I want it as if my spread thighs and blown pupils aren’t enough. Enthusiastic consent, I remind myself as I shimmy Callum’s pants off his hips and fuck. Yes.

“Your mouth is watering, kitten,” Callum’s amused chuckle makes me want to bite down on his finger. My jaw tenses, teeth pressing into the skin around his knuckle as my hands drop to his thighs in an attempt to pull him closer to me. Callum’s sharp inhale is enough to make me smile, even with his thumb stuffed in my mouth. “That’s not very nice, Red. Here I was, about to give you exactly what you wanted.”

I’m not ready for him to step back, severing every point of contact between us. “No, no, wait.”

“What’s that?” His head tilts, that stupid lock of hair falling across his forehead again.

“Please,” I hiss, my hands drifting through the air between us. “I’ll be good.”

He very clearly doesn’t believe me, but the temptation is too much to resist. He’s as dominated by this feeling as I am. “Open your mouth.”

I obey instantly, my eyes locked on his.

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