Because He Plays Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Seven) (4 page)

“Yes,” I moaned and angled my hips up, trying to get him to fuck me harder.

“I know what else you’ll like.”

He pulled out of me and then he took his dick in his hand and slid it down to my ass and panic seized my throat as I grabbed his arm and dug my fingers into his skin.

“Callum!”

“Shhhh,” he said, and pushed my hands back up over my head. “Stay perfectly still.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, Adriana.”

He laid back down on top of me, his body warm and heavy against my mine, and instinctually I took my hands from over my head and ran my fingers down over his muscular chest, his washboard abs, the flat, chiseled ridges of his stomach.

He let me do it for a second and then he pushed my hands back up over my head. “Don’t make me use something more than the tie, Adriana,” he growled and I didn’t want to find out what he meant so I kept my arms above my head.

He was still on top of me, the head of his cock pressed against my ass.

He shifted slightly and pushed just the tiniest bit inside of me.

I gasped and went to move my arms, I needed to grab him, to try to take some control. But he held me down.

“You want to make me forget, baby?” he whispered.

I nodded, and I could feel myself getting teary as he stared into my eyes, his so beautifully blue. I wanted to give myself to him.

“I’m going to make you forget too, baby. I’m going to make you forget you ever didn’t want this.”

He pushed into me even more, and I gasped as my body resisted him down there.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “Look at me, Adriana, I want to see your pretty face while I do this.”

He pushed into me further and I gasped again and for a moment my safe word lingered on my lips but then he was inside of me and the excruciating pressure was giving way to hot pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, take my dick in your ass.”

His dirty words made me moan and then he was kissing me, his hands tangling in my hair while he took me down there, and I gave myself to him.

“You feel so good,” he said huskily. He started to move faster, harder, and his hands were in my hair tugging gently and his hand slid down my body to my clit and began to rub it gently.

His other hand pushed up onto my bound wrists, pinning me down to the desk as he fucked my ass.

“Say my name.”

“Callum.”

“Again.”

“Callum.”

“Where’s my cock right now, Adriana?”

“In my ass.”

He fucked me harder, thrusting into me while he rubbed my clit and then his finger slipped inside my pussy and the sensation of having myself filled in both holes made my pussy spasm and I couldn’t help it, I was coming even though I knew I was supposed to wait permission.

“That’s it, baby, get off on it,” he whispered and he fucked my ass harder while his finger on my clit moved slower and the difference in the sensations intensified my orgasm and I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.

“I’m going to come in your ass now, baby,” Callum groaned. “Beg.”

I began to whimper and beg, the words that were coming from my mouth nastier and dirtier than I ever could have imagined myself saying as I begged him to come in me, right in my ass, to shoot his load up inside of me.

A second later, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his, so close I could feel his stubble rubbing my cheeks as he moved on top of me and then he was coming inside of me, shot after shot, filling me and making me his.

When he’d had his release, he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving. He was kissing me, my face, my cheeks, my lips and then he was untying my hands and my nails dug into his back as our breathing slowed and my pulse rate began to decrease.

“Adriana,” he murmured. “Adriana.” He was saying my name over and over again, his hands moving over my body and then he picked me up and brought me over to the couch and he was covering us with a blanket and I was laying on him and listening to his heart and I could still hear the people out in the other room, but I didn’t care, I just knew I needed to be close to him no matter where we were or what was happening.

His hand moved up and down my back, and our legs tangled together, his body solid, his arms wrapped around me.

“I want you to pour the bottle out,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “I want you to do it in front of me. Right now, before I leave.”

“Okay.”

I knew that if he poured it out, it was no guarantee that he wouldn’t drink. He could absolutely go to the store and buy something else. There was liquor on every corner. But the way he’d been sitting there, looking at that bottle like that, it was…. it was just too much for me to handle. I wanted it to be gone.

“I mean it, Callum.”

“Okay.”

“Say you promise.”

I could hear the amusement in his voice as he said, “You want me to pinky swear, too, Lemon?”

“Callum!” I turned over and propped myself up on my chin. “I’m serious!”

He nodded, his blue eyes meeting mine, and he nodded seriously, letting me knew he realized how serious this was. “I know.”

“You can’t…” I said, and I felt myself tearing up, felt my voice growing thick with emotion. “I’m not sure what you need to do, if you need to go to a meeting or… but I need you to not drink, Callum. Please.”

He nodded, then took my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. He was staring off now, his gaze unfocused.

“Callum, what happened to Rose?” I asked gently.

He swallowed, and when he spoke again, his voice was gruff. “Her organs couldn’t take the strain anymore. The drugs had done too much damage. Her kidneys shut down, and they were getting her ready for dialysis, but then her liver failed. They couldn’t save her.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“It’s my fault,” he whispered.

“No, it isn’t, Callum.”
“Yes, it is. She called me last night and left a message.”

I remembered. I remembered him getting the call from her while we were driving, how he sent it to voicemail without answering because he was out with me. At the time I’d been happy that he’d wanted to give me all his attention. But now I wished he’d answered the call. “What did the message say?”

“She told me she was getting ready to go on dialysis, that she was scared. She begged me to come and see her.”

“You couldn’t have known what was going to happen.”

“I could have done something. I could have talked to the doctors, I could have made them do something.”

“Oh, Callum,” I said. “She was at one of the best hospitals in the country, I’m sure the doctors did everything they could.”

“She was alone when she died. She had no one.”

I closed my eyes, wishing I knew the right thing to say, wishing I knew how I could take some of his pain away, how I could make him see that it wasn’t his fault, that he couldn’t be responsible for saving everyone.

“Everything I touch, I destroy.”

“That’s not true,” I said, and the lump in my throat was so heavy I could hardly talk around it. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him, my eyes meeting his, and the emotion I felt for him, the longing, the desire, not just sexual but the deep need for him to see that he wasn’t bad, that all these things weren’t his fault, burned through me. “What happened with Rose was a terrible tragedy. It’s awful and horrible, and there are things like that that happen in life. But it was not your fault.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you.”

He pulled me to him, kissing me, his mouth claiming mine and then he was grabbing my leg and sliding it up over his hip as he entered me, and he held my hip and guided me down on his dick, fucking me again, and we were staring into each other’s eyes and kissing hungrily.

“Fuck, Adriana,” he groaned. He slapped my ass, hard, as and the marks that were already there from his belt made it sting more than usual. He fucked me hard and fast and dirty and we both came at the same time, his load shooting into my pussy this time.

He kept kissing me even after he was done, kept his hand firmly on the back of my neck and refusing to release me until he’d had enough.

When he finally pulled away, I was breathless and dizzy, my head spinning.

He brushed his lips softly over mine.

“I love you,” he murmured gruffly. “Adriana, I’m in love with you.”

The words sent shock waves reverberating through my body, the sensation starting in my toes and moving throughout my entire being.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back and his mouth was back on mine and I’d never felt anything so intense in my life, had never even thought something like this could exist, this depth of feeling, both sexual and emotional, that I could feel for a man and he could feel for me.

But a second later, a buzzing sound came through the room from Callum’s work phone, breaking the spell.

Callum sighed, then disentangled himself from me, crossed the room and pushed the button on his phone. “Wilder,” he barked.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Wilder.” Ray’s voice came through the phone. “But you instructed me to get in touch with you when the funeral home called? They’re ready for you to make the arrangements.”

“Thank you, Ray.”

Callum pushed the button on the phone, ending the call, then started to get dressed.

“I have to make some calls, Adriana,” he said shortly.

“Oh. Okay.” I stood up and pulled my dress back over my head. I waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked up the bottle of whiskey that was on his desk, then disappeared into the bathroom that was off his office. I watched through the open door as he uncapped the bottle and poured the liquid down the drain.

He returned to the office and put the empty bottle into the garbage can.

Then he crossed the room to me and helped me zip my dress back up.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said. “So we can go look at the new apartment.”

Right. The apartment we were looking at tonight, the one that Callum was considering buying so that I could have a place to stay instead of staying at his apartment, which he wouldn’t allow. I nodded, but he was already picking up the phone to call the funeral home back, and I wondered if it was always going to be like this, two steps forward and three steps back.

I
went back
to my apartment to shower and change, wincing when I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror. My breasts were criss-crossed with bright red lashes from Callum’s belt, my hair was a tangled mess, my ass was sore and raw, and there were bruises on my thighs where Callum had grabbed me while he fucked me.

I shivered as I remembered the way he took me, the way his cock had felt in my ass. It was messed up, but I liked seeing the marks on my body, liked seeing the power he had over me.

I got into the shower, the warm water stinging my raw skin.

Nessa came home while I was drying my hair, and she came rushing into the bathroom.

“Guess what, guess what, guess what?” she exclaimed happily.

“What?” I asked, figuring she must have gotten good news about her mom.

“I’m going on a trip!” she said, twirling around giddily. “A weekend away with Isaac!”

“Oh,” I said, surprised. I moved the hair dryer to my other hand. That was strange. After what had happened last night, when I’d run into Isaac and he’d kind of acted like he couldn’t have cared less about Nessa or about her mom being sick, I wouldn’t have expected him to invite Nessa away for a weekend. But maybe I’d been wrong about him. Maybe he’d been giving Nessa her space to be with her family.

“Oh?” Nessa said. “That’s all you have to say is ‘oh.’”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just… I was throw off for a second. Last night you were so upset about your mom, I just.. I wasn’t sure if your family would still be here this weekend.”

“My mom’s fine,” Nessa said. She reached over and picked one of my lip glosses up off the counter and lined her lips with it. I tried not to be annoyed, but she could have at least asked first. She pushed the wand hard against her lips, mashing the brush and pretty much ruining it.

“What do you mean she’s fine?”

“I mean she went to the doctor and her tests came back okay.”

“Already?” That was strange. How could her mom have gotten tests done today and already gotten the results? Especially for something that had sounded so serious.

“Yeah.” Nessa set the lip gloss back down on the counter and I picked it up and put it back into my make up bag. “She went back home this afternoon. Everyone is so relieved.”

“So what was wrong with her?”

“I don’t know. I think it was something she ate.”

“Something she ate?” I picked up the hairbrush that was sitting on the counter and ran it through my hair, trying to smooth it. It wasn’t working, so I pulled my straightener out from underneath the counter and plugged it in. “Is that what the doctor said?”

“Yeah,” Nessa said. She obviously hadn’t gotten the hint when I’d put my lip gloss into my make up bag, because she started rummaging through it, pulled out an eye shadow and poked her finger into the pot and swiped the makeup over her eyelid.

“That doesn’t sound right, Nessa,” I said. “What hospital was this?”

“I don’t remember,” she said. “It was NYU, I think.”

“Maybe you should – ”

“God, she’s fine, Adriana.” Nessa threw the pot of eye shadow back into my bag. “Can’t you just be happy for me for once?”

“For once? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just… I felt like you weren’t that happy for me when I told you me and Isaac were going away.”
“I
am
happy for you, Ness,” I said. I
was
happy for her. If she was happy. And yet part of me had that niggling little fear, the fear that Isaac wasn’t everything he seemed. “Are you happy?”

“See?” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s what I mean. You have to qualify it.”

“I’m not qualifying it!”

“Maybe you should ask yourself if
you’re
happy.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”