Page 79 of Callum

“You bleed so fucking pretty for me, kitten.”

Rosalind sighs when my tongue flicks against her clit, making me do it again. Fuck, I love how she tastes. It’s almost as good as the sound she makes when I drag the back of the knife along the bottom of her abdomen.

“Callum.” My name is a desperate plea on her lips as I flatten my tongue against her clit. “I–oh, God–please.”

“Do you want to come, kitten?”

Rosalind sobs when I dig the blade’s tip into the spot where her thigh and abdomen meet. “Yes, fuck. Yes, I need to come.”

“You need to come?”

“Fucking Hell,” she hisses through the pain of the knife digging into her thigh. “Yes, please.”

“Do you think you deserve to come, kitten?”

She hesitates, and I feel the two halves of her warring. Desperation has her wanting to tell me she deserves it, that she has earned the orgasm building beneath her skin. But reality is reminding her that she lied to me. She kept secrets from me. She didn’t trust me, and that is not behavior that gets rewarded.

“No, Callum,” she finally admits, her body sagging in relief when I pull the knife away.

“No, you fucking don’t,” I agree, letting my finger drag through the blood pooling on her thigh. She sobs against the pain when I dig my nail into the fresh cut.

I pull back, smiling when she tries to follow me. The blindfold makes it impossible for her to see where I’ve gone, but I don’t leave her guessing. Crawling between her legs again, I lift her hips and drag her onto my painfully hard cock.

We groan in unison the moment I’m inside her, but I don’t give her time to get used to the feel of me. Her back slides across the floor with each thrust, making Rosalind suck in a pained breath. “Fuck, Callum. I need—I can’t. More, please, I need more.”

“You don’t get more, Red.”

“No, please,” she sobs, grinding her hips into mine. “I won’t do it again. I’ll never keep another secret for anyone but you. Please, Callum.”

“Dammit,” I can barely say the word with how hard her pussy is squeezing around my cock. This is so much better than any of my fantasies, and I quickly lose control of myself. My hips slam against hers, my fingers digging into the fresh cuts on her thighs as she moans out my name. Fuck, I want to brand that sound into my skin. Tattoo it on my eardrums so it’s the only thing I’ll hear for the rest of my life.

My hands drop on either side of her torso, bending her in half beneath me as I reach for the knife again. I press the blade into her side, letting the tip drag through her skin until I see blood begin to drip between her ribs.

“Oh, God. Callum,” her voice breaks on my name as her pussy tightens around me.

“Fucking do it,” I command, my eyes locked on the knife slipping through her skin again. “Come on my cock, kitten.”

Rosalind groans as her orgasm rocks through her body. She presses her chest into mine, trying to pull away from the knife’s blade, but I don’t let her.

“Do not ever keep secrets from me again, Rosalind.”

“Never, Callum.”

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The moment we crawl into bed, my phone rings. I sigh, stretching across Rosalind’s body to grab the phone off the nightstand. She smells like the strawberry shampoo I rubbed into her hair while she told me all the secrets she’d been keeping for the GiGi’s, and I can’t stop myself from pressing a soft kiss into her forehead.

“Hello?”

“Peter McCauley’s old place on Spruce. Five men. Walk-out basement.”

Maddock’s serious tone immediately catches my attention. “When?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“We’re on it.”

He hangs up without a goodbye, and I lean back to get a better look at Rosalind’s face. “Are you up for some fun tomorrow night?”

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