I didn’t dare glance at Zara until I finished speaking. I knew I didn’t owe her anything, however a part of me wanted for her to understand.
“You don’t love her and you still love me… but you want to be with Stella because she makes you feel better?” Zara was staring at me, waiting for a yay or nay reply.
“Better is not the word precisely, but yes, she does have that.” Amongst other things…
“Well, I can be all of that and more. Just give me time. You still love me, Callum. You can’t just brush that off and pretend that you don’t because some virgin made you addicted to her fucking untouched cunt!”
Her tone and the way she was speaking about Stella snapped something in me. “And I bloody love that virgin cunt of hers! It’s one where you can’t fucking compete, Zara. I’m the ONLY man who had a taste of that and I fucking love knowing that no man has ever dwelled in that euphoric place. She’s fucking mine and I won’t stop until she’s back in her place, beneath me, panting and gasping my name until she can’t breathe any longer!” Well, there you have it. My cock had made the decision before I’d even thought it myself.
It was one thing to be addicted to something; it was another thing entirely when you had become addicted to a woman.
Stella von Berg, I’m coming for you. On you. In you.It didn’t really matter, as long as I was sharing it with her.