Page 9 of Callum

“Yes.”

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

“Y-yes.” Dammit. The smile on his face at my hesitation heats my blood, the feeling of it rushing through my veins making me light-headed for a moment. He moves quickly, pressing his jeans and underwear just low enough to remind me exactly how fucked I’m about to be.

Mark my words, on my deathbed, I’ll be thinking about Callum MacAlister’s cock.

“Ass up, kitten,” he taps my hip with two fingers, and I quickly obey. My knees and chest slide through the glass, and I have to hold in a moan at the feeling of the sharp edges biting into my skin where the oversized dress has slipped down my shoulders.

“I’ve dreamt of bleeding you out. It’s one of my most treasured fantasies—my favorite way to watch you die. I would start with little cuts like these,” his fingers move to my throat, tracing across my chest until they graze against a piece of glass embedded just below my collarbone. I hate how sharply I feel my heart beating in my clit when he presses against the small shard of glass.

“I always thought I would play with you, tease you with your own knife, dragging the tip along all these precious arteries. But this works just as well, don’t you think?” He growls the question, grabbing one of the larger shards of glass from the floor above my head.

“This is what you always wanted, isn’t it, kitten?” I’m not prepared for the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass, but I push back all the same, desperate to have him inside me again. “You want me to hurt you?”

Fuck, yes. Please, please, please. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

There’s a familiar sound that I struggle to place for a moment. “Where the fuck did you get lube?”

Callum laughs but doesn’t answer before pushing forward. His hips grind into me as I press back to meet him, and it feels like he’s everywhere at once. The slow drag of his cock makes my head spin, and I suddenly can’t breathe. I can’t think. The only thing I can focus on is the feel of his painfully slow thrusts.

“Please. More.” I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but Callum knows. He has always known my body better than I do. A sudden stabbing pain forces my legs wider, his hand sliding a sharp piece of glass across the back of my thigh. I scream, my chest pressing into the cold wood floor beneath me as my body starts to give out.

“Oh, no, you fucking don’t,” Callum growls, using his arm to pull me even further onto his cock. The sound that comes from my lips is nothing short of a sob, and I hear him chuckle darkly. “You used to beg me to fuck the pain into you, kitten. What happened? Did all those years of letting every unskilled and useless piece of shit in this town touch you make you soft?”

My head shakes against the ground, and I feel a piece of glass scrape along my temple. “More.”

Callum obliges immediately, his hips rolling into me as he pulls my ass toward him. I can’t take this for very long, and he knows it. It only takes a few more long drags of his cock before my vision starts to white out around the edges. “Fuck, Callum. Please.”

“Please, what, kitten?”

“Let me come,” I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t function with him this deep inside me. “I need to come. Make me come.”

His hand slaps against my ass, and the feel of it vibrating through my entire body causes a gasp to escape my lips. “I don’t think you’ve earned an orgasm, Red.” His hips slam into me again, the force of his thrust pressing stars into the back of my eyes.

“Callum, I—”

“Shh, shh, shh,” Callum softly hushes me, his hips slowing their pace until he’s barely moving. His hand threads through the hair at the base of my neck, and that’s the only warning I have for what’s about to happen. Suddenly, my head snaps back as he pulls my upper body against his chest. I’m sitting on his lap, but my legs are too far off the ground to get any leverage.

I’m completely at his mercy, and my body fucking loves it.

“Oh, fuck,” Callum’s voice shakes, and I know he’s seeing what I am. Most of my chest and arms are covered in small cuts now, the blood smeared and drying across my skin. His hips roll against my ass, the change in position making me groan. “You take my cock so well, Red. Such a good little slut.”

One of his hands slides across my breast, dragging against my sternum before dipping lower. His fingers dance across the fabric covering my stomach, moving lower and lower until his palm flattens at the very base of my abdomen. He presses down with his palm as his hips fuck into me again, and my mouth opens with a silent scream.

“Good girls don’t hold in their screams, kitten. Let me hear you.”

“Callum, please. I need…I want…I…fuck!”

“I like you incoherent,” he chuckles, fucking into me again. My entire body tenses at how impossibly deep he feels inside me. “Almost as much as I like you begging.”

“Please.” The word falls from my lips on instinct alone, and I curse internally at the realization that I’ve given him exactly what he wanted. Callum chuckles against my neck, his nose running from my shoulder to my ear as he wraps his hand around my throat.

“I have to admit; I like you bleeding for me, kitten,” Callum groans, his hips stuttering into mine again. He’s losing control, and I can’t help but press my ass harder into his lap.

“One of these days, I’m going to get a knife into this perfect skin. See what you look like when you’re flayed open for me,” Callum’s voice shakes with need, his hips grinding so hard into my ass that I have to force myself to breathe. “Then, when your pulse is thready, and your breaths are shallow,” he pulls my body back, forcing my head against his shoulder so he can speak directly into the skin of my neck. “I’m going to drown you in your own fucking blood.”

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