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The release is immediate, a fire licking through me burning so hot and bright that I’m completely consumed. My back arches, lips parting when my breath hitches with the force of it. Hazel eyes are all I see, stars floating across my vision. The pleasure pounds against me like the sea clashing against a cliff, wave after wave of euphoria hitting me until I’m spent.

“Oh, Cal. Yes, yes.” His name tumbles from my mouth over and over, my pussy clenched tightly around his cock.

Callum’s movements become more ragged, feral. He has me right where he wants me, where he needs me. His grip on my hair tightens sharply, his eyes never leaving my face as he explodes inside me, pumping roughly through the power of his own release. His arms shake against me, growls turning into guttural groans.

“Fuck, Lexie,” he groans, a deep primal rasp edging his voice. He slows and my head is being pulled back again until my lips meet his in a languid kiss, his giant frame all but collapsing onto mine. Pulling my lips away, I struggle to catch my breath. Even being crushed beneath a tattooed giant, I’m floating. My body is in a cloud of bliss that I may never come down from. And I never want to.

“Damn.” Callum’s nose presses into my hair with a deep inhale, nipping lightly at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, then soothing it with his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Dewdrop,” he mutters deeply. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out as I lay in a daze. The man has fucked me into a stupor. Callum smiles against my skin.

“What, nothing to say?” he taunts, sucking on a pulse point that sends electricity rushing through me. “I’ve finally found a way to leave you speechless. I’ll have to remember this.” His chuckle washes over me, and it’s comforting. More than comforting, it’s strangely endearing.

I don’t have too long to toy with the Pandora's box that is my tangled mess of feelings. Callum’s using his powerful arms to lift himself and he’s pulling out of me. I don’t move, allowing him to discard the condom. He grabs one of the hand towels from the rack and gently wipes the mess from my thighs. He takes his time, giving special care in a way that surprises me. His hands now are in complete contrast of how roughly he just took me in this exact position.

Even after he’s cleaned us both up, my legs are jello as I lay limp across the vanity counter. I’m still shaking with the aftershocks, and I know my legs won’t support me right now. Exhaustion is clawing at the backs of my eyes. Maybe I’ll just take a nap right here and recover for a few hours before I attempt to walk. I doubt I’d even make it to my bed as it is right now. The man has thoroughly fucked me into a simmering puddle of satiated pleasure.

Strong arms scoop me from the counter, and I’m being lifted into the air. Callum cradles me against his giant muscled frame, carrying me out of the bathroom like I weigh next to nothing. Where is he getting this strength? I weigh over two-hundred pounds, and with that pounding he just put us both through, I don’t know how he has any energy left.

My eyes are half closed as he walks, the swaying lulling me closer to unconsciousness. When he lowers me onto a bed, something feels off. These sheets don’t feel right. Opening my eyes, I realized weren’t not where I expected to be. This isn’t my bed, it’s his. I’m in Callum's room.

While I’m looking around in confusion, Callum's kicking off his shoes and tugging off his shirt before climbing into the bed next to me. What is happening right now? Why would he bring me to his bed, and expect me to lay in it with him? I open my mouth to ask him, but he rolls over to lay on me before I get a word out.

His arms circle my waist, his head on my chest, face burying into my breasts. I can’t tell if he’s trying to suffocate himself with my tits, or use me as a pillow. But either way I’m stuck. My weighted panda has nothing on the solid weight of Callum’s giant body. I can’t remember the last time I felt so secure, being pressed into the plush mattress like this. I can already feel the tension and anxiety melting away.

“Fuck, I love how soft you are.” He mutters against me, so quietly I can barely understand his muffled words. The edges of my vision blur as sleep starts to claim me. I can’t fight it anymore, my body is completely spent. As my eyes close, I can’t help the racing thoughts spinning in my head until I’m dizzy. But none catch before I’m being pulled under.

Chapter Twenty-One: Lexie

Opening my eyes to an unfamiliar dark room, I’m confused. Looking around in the darkness, my eyes land on the large man in the bed next to me. Staring at him, my brain slowly pieces things together and the memory of Callum fucking me roughly against the bathroom sink come rushing back to me. I can’t believe that really happened.

My mind is racing, questions spinning in my head as one thing registers. I have to pee. And, shit, I forgot to pee after the sex—I was too exhausted to even walk after that. But I really have to pee now, and I gotta try and avoid a UTI as much as I can.

Slipping out from under Callum's arm, I sit on the edge of the bed. My body aches, and I’m definitely sore between my legs. Standing slowly, my legs tremble slightly under my weight. Shit, it feels like I did a million squats. I take slow, quiet steps, glancing over my shoulder to make sure I don’t wake Callum as I walk to the door. I consider just using his bathroom, but I need to wash my face and do my skincare, so I decide to go to my room instead.

Washing my hands after peeing in my bathroom, I look up and catch my own eyes in the mirror. Standing in front of the mirror, I stare at my reflection. My blonde hair is a mess, the long locks in disarray without my usual middle part. My makeup is smudged, my mascara running under my eyes and my lip color smeared around my mouth. But despite the mess, there’s a shine in my eyes, and a flush to my cheeks. I’m glowing like a person that’s been thoroughly fucked, because boy was I. It was by far the best sex I’ve ever had.

After removing my makeup, I realize it’ll just be easier to take a shower and wash everything. I smell like sweat, and sex. As the water washes over me, I try to make sense of what just happened between me and Callum. He’s infuriating, demanding, and dark. He’s ruthless and dangerous. Someone I shouldn’t ever have gotten involved with.

But he’s also smart, strong, and he sees me. He’s the most captivating and all-consuming man I’ve ever met. Not to mention that he’s so hot he can melt my bones with a single look.

Looking down at my hips, I can see the bruises from his vice grip forming on my skin where I knew they’d be. Callum is a man true to his word—he hadn’t just taken me, he owned every inch of me. Even my mind. I’d submitted to him, surrendered to his will. And the reward was so much more than worth it. I’d never felt such blinding pleasure in my life.

This could cause so many problems.

Because I have no intention of submitting to Callum in any way outside of that little episode in the bathroom. He doesn’t get to own me. I’ve already gotten myself in way over my head with this damn contract, I don’t need to let Callum's controlling ass think he has a claim on me.

I’ve lived a life under someone else’s crushing control, I’m not going back. I can’t. My parents did everything in their power to break me down into an obedient drone. It’s taken me years to release, relearn and rebuild. Hours and hours of therapy to find myself and create the life I want to live. I can’t give that up, I won’t.

Not for Callum, not for anyone.

Stepping out of the shower, I towel dry off, slather on some body cream, and slip on a pair of panties before tugging on my cozy robe and going through my hair routine. Standing in my bathroom, I look around and realize I’m done.

Still in my robe, I walk barefoot to the kitchen. The only light in the expansive room is the under cabinet lights glowing softly along the length of the counterspace. Instead of turning on the overhead light, I opt for the pendant lights hanging over the island. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I fill it to the brim with crushed ice before adding the purified water.

Three refreshing gulps in, there’s a pounding at the front door. I glance down the hallway toward Callum's room, but it’s all silent. I’m not really supposed to answer the door, not since Callum started staying in the Penthouse again. But it can’t hurt to at least check who it is.

Placing my glass down on the island counter, I walk as silently as possible over to the door. Another round of knocks sound as I press the screen to check the security camera on the other side of the door.

Roscoe stands in the hallway near the private elevator, holding what looks like a large manilla envelope. Seeing Callum's right hand man, I unlock the door and open it. Roscoe looks at me in surprise for a moment. Probably not expecting me to be awake. Glancing at the clock on the security screen, I see that it’s close to 2am.

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