Page 44 of His Obsession

The energy in the room was suffocating, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of chaos outside. Callum’s mind raced, assessing the risks, the angles. Deirdre had removed one threat, but her motives were far from altruistic. Still, for the moment, she wasn’t his enemy.

He turned back to Isolde, his voice softening just a fraction. “We’re leaving. Now.”

Isolde hesitated, her gaze flicking to Deirdre. “What about?—”

“She can take care of herself,” Callum interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. “You’re my priority.”

Deirdre stepped aside, her expression unreadable. “Go, Callum. Before Bradford’s men regroup. This isn’t over, and you know it.”

Callum didn’t respond. He wrapped an arm around Isolde’s waist, guiding her out of the office and into the hallway where Tiernan and Padraig were already waiting.

As they moved through the smoke and chaos, Isolde glanced up at him, her voice trembling. “Callum…”

“Not now,” he said gruffly, his focus on getting her to safety.

Callum wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring but one thing was for certain: Isolde was worth every risk. Every drop of blood. Every goddamn bullet. And he would burn the world to keep her safe.

ISOLDE

Callum crushed her body to his and kissed her brutally. Despite everything she’d just been through and his rough treatment, her body lit up like a flash of lightning across a midnight sky. The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun, and he turned, dragging her out the back exit of the building.

Surrounded by his men, they headed back to his penthouse. Once upstairs, his men took positions down in the lobby and just outside the door.

Once inside, Callum towered over her, his sharp gaze calculating and dangerous. But despite the danger he exuded, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She met his challenge with defiance, her stance unwavering as she stared back at him. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, mixing with the heady scent of arousal that hung in the air. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the heat between their bodies.

His rough hand cupped her jaw as he leaned in to capture her lips in another searing kiss. She melted against him, her fear mingling with longing as his hands roamed over her skin. For a brief moment, they were lost in each other, seeking solace and salvation in the midst of chaos.

But even as they clung to each other, they knew their time was limited. Outside the walls of the penthouse awaited a harsh reality that threatened to tear them apart. And yet, in that fleeting moment of intimacy, she found a sense of hope, a spark that promised both destruction and redemption in equal measure.

Callum ripped her dress from the neckline to the hem, tearing it from her body so she was clad only in expensive lingerie. He reached behind her and unfastened her bra, taking it off before snatching the wisp of lace that served as her panties, leaving her exposed and naked. Isolde gasped as he pressed her against the wall, his touch sending shivers down her spine as she arched into him. The urgency of their union fueled the flames of desire between them, igniting a passion that burned brighter with each fleeting moment.

“Callum,” she moaned against his lips. “We can’t do this, not here. Not like this.”

His mouth dropped to her collar bone, then lower until he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. Raising his head, he growled “You and I are meant to be together. In my world there are some that are gifted with a fated mate.

“Fated mate?”

“One with whom we are destined to be together through many lifetimes.”

“You don’t honestly believe that, do you?” she scoffed, secretly hoping he did and that they were indeed ‘fated mates.’ It would certainly explain her growing feelings for him.

“I do. I’ve known it from the beginning. That too is something I should have shared with you some time ago.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means you’re mine, and I’m not waiting any longer. I’m taking what belongs to me.”

When he dropped to his knees before her, he was confronted with her naked and wet pussy. His groan helped to steady her and rid her of shyness or hesitation. She wanted his mouth there. She wanted him to taste her.

Isolde quickly looked around the room and noticed two guards standing outside the balcony entrance into the penthouse. Did he really expect someone to rappel down fromthe roof to attack them? One was watching them, while the other had his back to them. Should she tell Callum? Before she could think any further his mouth closed around her clit, sucking hard, and rational thought became impossible.

“Callum,” she cried out. Her hands went to his hair, pulling.

The sound of her voice, raw and needy, reverberated through the room and seemed to awaken something primal in Callum. He knew what he wanted, what they both craved in that desperate moment, and he was more than willing to take it.

As his fingers probed her entrance, she quivered with anticipation. Her eyes locked onto the guards at the door, her mind racing with thoughts of what would happen if they were seen. The danger they’d been in and being watched by his men only heightened her passion, stoking the flames of her desire.

Ignoring the looming threat, Callum continued his relentless assault on her sensitive flesh. Her moans grew louder, her body arching towards him in response to his touch. The guards at the door seemed like mere shadows, distant and unimportant compared to the intensely focused world they had created together.

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