Viola thought she was going to be sick. Her father was calling her, something she never saw happening… but should’ve foreseen from the moment she shot a stranger.
“I am very disappointed in you, Viola. Running around some redneck backwater, fucking who knows how many pieces of Cúram trash… There’s a first-class ticket waiting for you at the airport. You’ll be on a plane tomorrow, or I will order several people to hunt down your Irish boy and his friends.”
Viola couldn’t breathe.
“See you tomorrow, darling.”
The call ended, and Viola let the phone slip from her hands.
What the hell was she supposed to do? It wasn’t like she could call the police, her father was too clever for that. He probably owned half the New York police force, anyway.
She got up and started pacing.
She went through a thousand different ideas.
She and Callum could run away together, just the two of them.
Fly up to New York, assassinate her dad herself.
Just plain don’t go!
Viola turned them over and over in her mind, but one by one she discarded them. In the end, it came down to the deal her father had offered her: her life for Callum’s.
Which was worth more?
Viola knew that answer without even asking herself. She couldn’t drag him into this, because she loved him.
She would be on that plane to New York tomorrow. She sat down and cried, really cried, mourning the loss of the relationship. Callum cared about her, but he would move on.
Guys like him always did.
When she was done, she dried her tears. Dusk approached already, and she needed to prepare.
She was going to give him the best sex of his life as his going-away present. Unquestionably, unforgettably good. Ruining other women for him eternally, that kind of good.
When he came home, she was wearing her silk teddy, which she was unable to part with. It would always remind her of him, especially after tonight.
She waited for him on the bed, watching his every move. He came in the door and stopped dead, surprised.
“Hey,” he said, taking off his jacket and shoes.
“Hey.” She cocked a finger at him, and he sunk down on the bed beside her. “I want you. All of you, filling me up.”
He kissed her fiercely, spearing his hands in her long blonde locks. She opened to him, taking control, pushing him onto his back.
His hands were everywhere, running down to touch her breasts, skimming around to touch her ass.
“I like this,” he said, pulling on the teddy. “I like this a lot.”
She smiled, kissing him. She unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off. Then she undid his belt, kissing down as she went. She got his pants and underwear off, got back on top of him, and fisted his cock.
It was magnificent, long and pink and veiny as hell. She salivated a little, looking at it.
When she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip, he made a sound of pent-up longing. She took him in her mouth, inch by inch, but it wasn’t enough.
He growled and pushed her head down a little, always needing to be the one in control. She’d show him otherwise.
She worked her way back to the top, using her tongue against the sensitive underside. Alternating between that and taking him deep, it was only minutes before he pulled her away.
At her protests, he merely shook his head. “There’s time for that later.”
Then he was rolling her onto her back, growling as he pushed the teddy up and off. Her breasts were freed, and she bit her lip as he palmed them.
Heat suffused through her body, in two direct lines from her nipples to her pussy.
“Ah!” she cried.
“Such beauty,” he marveled as he bent down and took one nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, making her back arch. When he released it in favor of the other, she called out his name.
“Please, Callum!”
“Please what?” he asked with a crocodile grin.
“Please…”
The brush of his fingers against her core was like a live wire. He bent to kiss her breast again, his fingers coaxing, opening her to his view.
She moaned when he kissed his way down to her pussy, discovering her with a series of slow licks that sent her sky high. He shifted himself, pressing one hand on the top of her sex, while the other explored.
Callum found her clit with his tongue, running lazy circles around it, driving her wild. One finger dipped inside her core, then brushed backward.
Is he—?
He chose that moment to focus on her clit, while sliding his finger around and around the tight balloon knot. She was crazed with the need to cum, and when he focused in on her clit again and pressed his finger there…
He slowed his pace, gave her a second to get used to the feeling of his finger in her ass, grinding in rhythm. She was ashamed to find she liked it, moaned every time he moved in her.