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Fucking damn. Was this the end of us? We’d barely just started and I really enjoyed being with him, but if he loved her still—which I was almost one hundred percent sure that he did—then I was just a tiny blip in his history of women.

“What did she want?”

“She came to tell me that she was going to be a free woman soon. That my father offered her family a way out of bankruptcy as long as she married him and never contacted me for three years and, after that time frame, they’d divorce.” He took a moment, thinking. “She heard about our engagement. Knowing that she’d be a free woman soon, she thought it was time to warn me off, so that I didn’t marry anyone because she wants me to wait for her.” He sounded quite torn, like he was having a hard time what to believe anymore… but there was a part of him that wanted to believe Zara.

Deep down, I knew what I had with Callum wasn’t cheap or sordid, but right this instant, it kind of felt like it was. I was here, sharing his bed, his home, all due to our sexual needs. That’s merely a minor problem because, somehow, I had only just realized that what I was feeling was way past jealousy. Through our odd back and forth banter, I was falling for him; my fake husband.

This unnecessary complication, I knew, would never be told to anyone else. Not even Mark or Lucia. This was information I would keep hidden because the second Callum found out about it, he’d be gone from my life in flash. Even if this wasn’t going to survive, I’d at least treasure his friendship and I wasn’t going to risk being a besotted fool over us being friends.

I’m not some girl who would fold when the going gets tough. I could very well do this. Who knew, maybe someday I’d date and fall in love again. Somehow, out of the blue, Clive’s face surfaced out of nowhere.

Really, who knew what the future held for me? It seemed that mine was full of surprises. I had to take everything in strides; the black, white and the gray.

I was, after all, the only von Berg left. I was a tough cookie. My mind was on a good roll of pep talk, but my heart was plummeting and, like any woman, we always had to know the answer to the most important question of all.

“Do you still love her?”

It was a nail to puncture my heart.

CHAPTER53

Callum

“Do you still love her?”she whispered, voice low and unfaltering.

Honesty. It was the only way I could answer her question. “I don’t know how to answer that because I don’t know how I feel for Zara right now. I’m not ready to peel all the hate and anger away and check if there is some love left in there.”

In truth, I was scared to see what lay in there. What I had with Zara, before it went to the shitters, was precious; one of a kind, special. Of all the women, she was the only one who caught my eye and, even years after her, no one came close because I didn’t let anyone get a glimpse of the man inside; until Stella.

She and I were far from in love, but when it boiled down to having her in my arms as I surged into her heat, I felt that jolted connection. I suppose this was why I became focused on her and didn’t want her associated with any other man, especially with Clive Barrington. She deserved far more than what that man could offer.

I realized that it had been quite some time since Stella had said a word. When I did lift my arm off my eyes and twisted my head to the side to check on her, she had her back to me.

The sheet draped on her form, riding low on the back, and was just an inch above her nicely shaped arse.

Since I was dwelling on my thoughts and far too engrossed in rehashing the past, I felt bad somehow. Maybe this was her way of letting me think in peace. I was almost sure. Stella was that considerate at times.

Before I knew it, my hand reached out and caressed her back. “Callum,” she moaned my name, reacting to my advances.

I took her rough earlier and I wasn’t going to be such an animal twice in one night. My cock was fevered for her, but I knew a measured fucking wouldn’t do. My need went far and beyond that. It wanted the roughness. The possessed dominant within me needed to seize everything in her, crush her nice, tight pussy and orgasm inside her wetted walls.

Yeah, taking her after what I had just confessed wasn’t the wisest of ideas.

“Let me hold you tonight,” I whispered, reaching out and pulling her warm, naked body against mine, spooning. My hand brushed her hair to the side so I’d have access to her neck, my favorite spot. “Dream well.” I kissed her neck once more before I fell asleep, feeling at ease again.

~C~

A trickle—slow and nerve tingling— made its way downwards on my shaft and jolted me awake.

A deep, guttural groan matched my fevered cock, desperate for one thing, for Stella to keep going. When she noticed that she had woken me up, she moaned sexily as she sucked harder. The sound vibrated from the tip all the way through my shaft, making it more sensitive.

She was on my side, leaning over to get better leverage and more access. Stella looked like she was having the time of her life, but as much as I wanted her to go on, the need to be inside her was dominating everything.

“Slide down on me.” My hand skimmed the curve of her bottom, sliding further into her slit. My middle finger hovered above her hole, circling it to gather her silken juices before I teased her sweet button. “Stella, I beg you,” I grunted out, sounding beyond desperate. “I need you, darling.”

She might’ve sensed my despair because she was instantly on her knees, placing each on the side of my hips. Stella then lowered herself on my cock, the tip pressing against her opening. She was biting her lip as she started to rock her hips in slow agonizing circles, teasing us both into oblivion.

“God, you feel amazing, Cal.”