Page 47 of In His Veins

“No.” He says it casually, like he knows he’ll get what he wants.

“I don’t want to answer that.” I feel sweaty, desperately wanting to drink something stronger than water.

“You promised transparency.” I hate the way he pushes me, and I snap.

“I was raped when I was a teenager, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be capable of enjoying sex with someone again. I thought there’d be less pressure if I hooked up with a stranger in The Restriction. And I was right. It was absolutely meaningless sex with a forgettable partner.” I slide out of the booth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I hiss before walking to the restrooms in the back of the restaurant.

I lock the door of the single stall bathroom and fight back tears. I run cold water over my hands as tears spill down my cheeks. The faucet is so loud that I don’t realize someone else is in the room with me until I see movement in the mirror. I gasp and whip around as Cal’s mouth crashes into mine.

He turns the faucet off and lifts me onto the bathroom sink. Holding my face in his hands, he pushes my hair away from my face.

“I wish I could take that away from you. If I could bring him back and kill him again, I would.”

“I know,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His lips are full and soft against mine, making me moan into his mouth. His hands trail to my waist and his fingers grip me hard enough to bruise. I shift on the sink, feeling the inside of my thighs becoming more and more damp with desire. I fumble for his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and I can’t think about anything except getting his cock into me.

Cal doesn’t bother with my buttons, gripping the waistband of my jeans and tugging them down my hips. The denim is abrasive against my skin, the physical burn adding to my desire. I realize I’m still wearing a pad, but I need him so badly I can’t find it within myself to feel embarrassed.

I push down my panties as he pulls himself free from his underwear. Cal grabs the back of my thighs as I guide him into my opening. We both moan when he pushes into me, making me grip the edge of the counter as he stretches my pussy.

The angle is punishing as he pushes my knees against my chest. Slick noises fill the small room, and at this moment, I don’t care if the entire restaurant can hear us.

He suddenly pulls out of me, but before I have time to protest, he hauls me off the counter and spins me around. Bending me over the counter, he forces my legs apart, driving into me again with a merciless pace. I feel him twist my hair around his hand and tug. The movement pulls my head back and we lock eyes in the mirror.

My cheeks are tear-stained and my mascara leaves streaks across my face. Cal drops my hair, but I prop myself on my forearms to watch him. He glances down at my ass, pursing his lips before spitting on me. The sight alone is obscene, and I squirm as it trickles over my skin. Cal watches me closely in the mirror as he eases a finger into my asshole. I cry out, but I can’t look away from him as he stretches both holes. He increases his pace as he spits onto me again.

“Obsessed,” I try to say, but I’m so short of breath that no sound comes out.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” he growls, squeezing another finger into my ass. I cry out even as I relish this new burn.

“Tell me again that this is meaningless sex,” he demands but I still can’t speak. His grin is slow and predatory in the reflection. “Tell me, Ava,” he whispers, his voice menacing.

“I can’t,” I breathe, and I know I’ve said the right thing because somehow he drives into me harder.

“That’s right, baby.” He’s patronizing me, but I can’t summon a retort as I tip over the edge. I clench down on him, my pussy pulsing as I ride the wave of pleasure. Cal pulls his fingers out of my ass to grip my hips before burying himself into me. He holds me there until he’s empty.

After he pulls out, he holds me on the counter with a hand on the small of my back. My pussy is throbbing, and he spreads my ass to watch his cum drip out of my opening.

“What a fucking mess,” he remarks. His eyes meet mine in the mirror again and he smirks at my ruined makeup. I’m still leaning against the counter, trying to catch my breath when he pulls off the bloody pad and slides my panties back into place. I start to protest. The blood and his cum will ruin my panties during the drive home, but from the wicked glint in his eye, that’s his plan. He pulls my jeans back up before adjusting his own clothes.

We’re quiet as we wash our hands. He looks pleased with himself as I scrub at the makeup under my eyes. I already feel his cum seeping into my panties and rub my thighs together in an attempt to escape the sensation.

Cal doesn’t even try to hide what we are doing, following right behind me as we leave the bathroom. When we return to our table, our food has already been transferred into to-go boxes and placed into a bag. He leaves several bills on the table, grabbing our food with one hand and ushering me toward the door with the other.

Nonna runs up to us before we leave, pulling Cal into a hug. She tells him something adamantly in Italian and he nods, his expression sober. I’m so embarrassed when she turns to me that I wish the ceiling would cave in to save me from this interaction.

“You will come back soon, yes? I’m so glad Callum has found you. May you be happy together.” She kisses my cheek then ushers us out the door. I don’t find my voice again until he’s pulling out of the restaurant.

“Does she know what we did?”

“Oh, definitely.”

I slide into my seat. “Jesus, that’s so embarrassing.”

“A little bit, yeah.” We glance at each other and burst out laughing. His hand returns to my thigh as he drives. My panties are completely drenched now, making me shift in my seat.

“Uncomfortable?” He asks with false sincerity. I wish I didn’t enjoy his little punishment so much. Just knowing his cum is still dripping out of me has me wanting to hop in the backseat for round two.

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