Page 88 of Callum

“Next time, kitten.”

My forehead knocks against the cool window of the Range Rover, and I let my eyes shut against the fury rising in my chest. It’s the second RMF hideout we’ve found in as many days, but this one didn’t prove any more useful than the last. “I know.”

“We’re going to find him,” he squeezes my hand, our fingers lacing together on the center console.

“I know,” I huff, still not looking at him. Ellingham didn’t have anything to say about Dodge’s whereabouts, but he had plenty to say about me. Callum ended up cutting out his tongue before stabbing him through the heart with a metal rod.

“I would like you to answer me in a different way, Red.”

“I know.”

“That’s it,” the car swerves, Callum directing us onto a dirt road I hadn’t seen in the dark. I see him shift in his seat, one hand dropping to his waistband.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting that mouth to better use,” he chuckles darkly at my sharp inhale. “Get over here.”

When I don’t immediately move, he takes his foot off the gas, allowing the Range Rover to slow incrementally. “If this car stops before your mouth is wrapped around my cock, you will regret it, Red.”

Scrambling forward, I pull both knees into the seat below me. It’s awkward stretching my torso over the console, but I quickly settle in to pull Callum’s hard cock through the open front of his slacks.

He stops me before I can press my lips to his skin, digging his knuckle into the underside of my chin until my head is forced back far enough to look into his eyes. “Tell me the rules.”

“Squeeze to slow down, tap to stop.”

“Whenever you need to, no matter what.”

“No matter what,” I agree, making him smile.

I want to wipe that smile off his face.

“Fuck, kitten,” Callum’s hand runs the length of my spine as I sink my mouth around him. His hips flex, pushing himself to the back of my throat, and I nearly gag. “Such pretty sounds for me.”

My entire body heats at his praise, and he sighs appreciatively when my hand slips into his underwear to cup his balls.

“Always so eager, kitten,” he huffs, the head of his cock pressing against my gag reflex again. “You gonna take me down your throat?”

I hum in response, making him curse sharply. “That’s right, Red. You’re going to swallow me down like the greedy little slut you are.” His hand cracks against the side of my ass, where it’s hovering above my folded legs. I groan around his cock, and he hisses in response.

“All the way down, kitten.” My nose brushes against his dress pants, holding myself there for as long as I can before my body spasms at the lack of oxygen. I do it several more times before Callum finally breaks.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans over the sound of my harsh breaths before I press forward again. His hand fists in my hair, pulling at the base of my skull, and I moan around him.

“Open your throat, kitten.” It’s a warning, and I relax into his hold as his cock pulses against my tongue. He comes down my throat, and I hum happily.

“Someone’s proud of themselves,” Callum huffs, releasing his grip on my hair to run his fingers along my jaw. I lean into the touch, twisting to meet his gaze. “You should be. That was very good.”

Melting against him, I feel a laugh shake through his chest. When the car rolls to a stop, I look up to see we’ve arrived back at the Safe House. “Good girls get rewards, kitten. Get your ass inside.”

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It’s been seven days of no news on all fronts.

We’ve left three bodies in our wake since the night we infiltrated the RMF Safe House, and not a single one of them has given us any answers. We’re no closer to learning what Dodge is planning than finding our daughter.

Body number four is still breathing, but not for long.

Hutton Horance has a face that perfectly matches his hideous name. The split lip and swollen eye only serve to improve his visage. He’s tied to an oversized wooden chair in the middle of the empty basement, his soft grunts echoing off the walls as I slowly peel back the skin on his chest.

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