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“What-” she starts, as her cunt slides across my chin. She tries to wiggle free as I part her slit with my tongue, but I grip her hips. I know she’ll have bruises from it and grip her harder. She whimpers but stops trying to escape my mouth. The noise she makes as I plunge my tongue into her opening is unlike anything I’ve ever heard.

I spear her a few more times before flicking my tongue against her clit. I repeat the pattern several times until I feel her thighs quivering against my face.

“Cal,” she pants. “Please.” She’s gripping the headboard and her eyes squeezed shut. I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard. She shrieks and her eyes fly open.

I do it again and she cries out.

“Fuck, that hurts,” she whimpers. But I know my girl. She needs a little pain to experience the best pleasure. I bite down on her clit before taking it into my mouth.

She breaks apart in my mouth and grinds on my face as she comes. I don’t give her time to collect herself as I slide her down my body, lifting her hips up and spear her on my cock. She cries out, trying to disconnect from me, but my grip is unrelenting. Her vagina is still pulsating from the orgasm and, for a moment I stay buried in her.

“Cal-” she chokes out, but the sound gets lost in her throat as I drive her hips up and down on my dick. She leans back, bracing her hands on my knees. I sink even deeper, the sound of her cries echoes in my ears.

“Does that hurt, baby?” I ask as I force her cunt to take my entire length. Tears stream down her cheeks as she wails.

“Yes, oh god, yes.” Her tits bounce in time with my thrusts. My grip on her hips causes one of her cuts to split open. Fresh blood drips down her skin and the sensation elicits a sharp gasp.

“Touch yourself,” I command, her slender fingers immediately obey. She circles her clit and I drive her hips down one more time as I empty myself into her.

Ava clenches down a moment later, her pussy draws out the last ropes of my cum. She collapses onto my chest with a groan and my arms automatically wrap around her. I run my fingers through her damp hair as she catches her breath.

“You okay sweetheart?” I murmur.

She nods against my chest, and I wait for her breathing to slow before sliding her onto the mattress next to me. Rotating her onto her back, I take a look at the cut on her stomach. It’s still bleeding steadily, so I climb out of bed.

“Where are you going?” She mumbles, already half asleep.

“I need a first aid kit.”

“Bathroom. Under the sink.” She rolls onto her side again, oblivious that she reopened the wound. I drop the bag onto her bed and cross into the kitchen, grabbing one of the boxes of pasta from where it was hastily thrown into her fridge. Scooping it into a bowl, I warm the leftovers in the microwave and set the bowl next to Ava in bed.

“Eat,” I command as I open the first aid kit. She perks up when she smells the pasta sauce and starts shoveling it into her mouth as I flush the cut with antiseptic solution. She sets her half-finished bowl of pasta on her bedside table, waiting for me to finish applying the butterfly bandages. I cover them with a larger bandage before she holds out her arms to me.

I settle into bed and pull her into my side. She rests her head on my chest and I’m enveloped by her amber scent, nearly falling asleep when I hear my phone vibrate. Reaching over Ava, I grab it from the nightstand, rattling her bowl of unfinished pasta in the process. It’s a text from an unknown number.

It’s Chase. I had to pick up a burner. I’m pretty sure Kiel hacked into myphone and that’s why it’s been so hard to track him down. He’s seen everything I’ve searched for and was always one step ahead. I’ve got eyes on him now, but I need backup. I’m at 45 E 14th St.

“Shit,” I breathe and roll out of bed.

“Cal?” Ava’s voice is sleepy and confused. I lean over and kiss her on the forehead.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart. I have to go help your brother with something, but I’ll be right back. I need you to lock the door behind me, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, as I pull on my clothes. I kiss her one more time, then run to my car.

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THE STALKER

Callum races from the apartment and speeds off toward 14th street. A notification pops up on my screen.

I’m on the way.

I type out a quick reply and pocket the phone, prepping the syringe as I walk toward Ava Channing’s front door.

Hurry.

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