Page 84 of Wicked Duty
“So you do know how to be a good girl.” He offers me a devious smirk before sliding inside me once again.
I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the moan that leaps out of my throat. That angle isdeep. How can anything be so good? I’m going to lose my mind.
Pleasure coils inside me, dragging me closer to the precipice.
With my body balanced against him, Callum releases my legs. He captures both my hands, threading our fingers together before pinning them to the mattress on either side of my head.
His face hovers above mine as he destroys me, one stroke after another. “You going to come for me, love?”
I nod as our gazes meld together. “Yes…please, yes.”
“Good girl.” His eyes blaze into mine, and then his mouth clamps shut, a ripple working through his jaw as he unleashes a shout through gritted teeth.
When I reach the pinnacle, my body braces.
He pulls all the way out and jams his cock back in, once, twice?—
“Callum!” His name springs free from my lips as I free-fall, the force of the orgasm ripping me apart.
He groans, toppling over the edge with me. He thrusts a few more times, then stills. Tremors and aftershocks rattle me as I peer into his eyes.
From this moment, I can no longer deny it.
I’ve fallen for this infuriating man.
Chapter 32
Lucy
Under the rain of the deluxe showerhead, I spiral through the immensity of what just happened with Callum.
Our lovemaking was equal parts gentle and wild, sweet and uninhibited. We claimed each other with urgent intensity, neither holding anything back until we were both breathless and shaking.
I slap my hands over my cheeks to keep them from melting off my jaw. They’re burning so hot. What freaks me out the most is how out of character this is for me.
Even before my abduction, I’d only slept with a few men in college. Sex just wasn’t something that I sought out all that often. And the times it happened were justokay. Nothing mind-blowing. No feelings. Emotions make you vulnerable, and I was never looking for that.
Vulnerability sends me running like Olympic gold is on the line. Even more so after Viktor.
Up until now, I’ve been a modeling hopeful on the outside and a tangled ball of hyper-vigilance, control issues, and panic on the inside. Every day of my life is a fight for confidence and independence.
I’m always trying to appear cutting edge, content, and capable of being alone, even though I’m not any of those things. Not after everything I’ve been through.
Of course, I’m close with my sister. And Nika too. But outside of them—people who’ve known me forever—I’ve always been hesitant to form new connections. Especially after my abduction. I keep people at arm’s length. That’s what I do.
Since Nika and Darren rescued me, I’ve sworn off dating. The idea of physical intimacy with another person, of making myself vulnerable that way? The mere thought churns my stomach.
So what the hell was that in there?
I let Callum strip me naked. I slept with him. I pushed for it.
Even while rubbing body wash all over myself, I can still pick up his scent. The memory of his touch is all over me. Inside me.
That was so…intimate. That’s the best word to describe what we did. Holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes, climaxing in unison…
I shake my head violently enough to whip strands of wet hair against my cheeks.
After everything I went through with that Russian monster… After the kidnapping—the auction, the belief that I’d never, ever want to be touched again—how could I do all that with Callum? And how can I feel, deep in my heart, that it wouldn’t take much for me to fall in love with the man hired to protect me?
