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The room was pitch black and yet I somehow felt him move. It didn’t take him long to reach me and then he was circling his arms around my hips, tugging me hard against his chest. “I want you.” Callum’s seductive, raspy voice lulled me into submission. “This body…” his hands cupped both of my breasts and squeezed them so tightly that I was out of breath. “…is mine to do as I please.” His words echoed into my brain.

Thou shall not play with fire if one doesn’t know how to douse it, control it and tame it. For it will burn, scar and consume you alive without thought.

Did I pay heed? Not a fucking chance.

CHAPTER58

Stella

The anonymityof the darkened surroundings made it more arousing. My sense of hearing and touch were in full throttle. I heard each drawn breath he took. Felt each stroke of his hands. Each pulse.

In the dark, our bodies resorted to baser instincts. Sense they say was a powerful thing. I had never acknowledged the full magnitude until now.

Callum’s hand went inside the V of my plunging neckline and captured a nipple in between his thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth until it was hard as a pebble.

“Callum!” I yelped from the aching pleasure as I rested my head against his shoulder, willing to do as he pleased.

He pinched my tortured nipple as he breathed into my ear. “How dare you let a man touch you, darling,” he hissed into my sensitive ear. “You do know I’m furious at you, don’t you?” he questioned while his other hand went lower, sliding in between my legs, inching higher until it reached my hot mound. “You’re wet,” he grunted out as he dipped a finger into me, all the while his other hand was remained busy torturing my breast. “Whoare you wet for, Stella?”

I moaned as he stuck another finger inside. It was sick, but I loved how he was reacting to Hugh. This inhibited, impassioned man was all mine to savor.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask, sweet wife of mine.Again,who are you wet for?”

“You.”There was only ever you.

He wasn’t satisfied with my response. Instead, he became even more persistent. “And what am I to you, darling?”

“My lover,” I whispered out, getting mindless as his fingers penetrated me deeper, rubbing up against my g-spot as though it was possessed.

My answerstilldidn’t please him. “Try again.”

What else was there? Did he even consider himself my boyfriend? I thought not. We weren’t like that. Not at all.

His fingers pulled out of my wet hole and off my breast. He became busy rolling my fitted dress up until it reached atop my hipbone then he gingerly cupped each breast and pushed them out, gripping both mounds.

This sweet, delayed gratification was killing me whole. I needed him now. “Callum, please. You’re being cruel.”

I sighed with relief when I heard the sound of his zipper and moaned in delight when his dick protruded and poked me from behind.

A soft purr escaped my lips when I felt his hard shaft nestled in between the crack of my butt, the tip teasing my silken folds. He gently tilted me forward for better angle.

I was on pins and needles with anticipation and when his head came up on the right side of my ear, teasing me relentlessly, I was putty in his hands.

“Lift your arms and wrap them around my neck. Don’t let go until I give you permission. Tilt your head to the side. I want your neck, breasts and pussy exposed to me,” he commanded while I immediately followed his direction.

My breasts lifted upwards. My spine arched. My bottom angled directly for his usage.

Callum was licking his way along my neck. Precise with his seduction, each stroke and touch was bound to drive me into oblivion. Even his voice, it was used as a weapon to accomplish his goal. What a goal that was.

“Close your eyes, darling, and listen to my voice.” His breath tickled my ear as he spoke. He slid his lips down to kiss where my pulse was located and then he went back, assaulting my senses. “A woman’s body is made for pleasure.” His dick slid back and forth into my slit. “It was designed to feel and receive pleasure. It’s a gift that each woman should acknowledge.” His thumb found my clit, making slow, agonizing circles around it, rubbing it precisely and accordingly along with the strokes of his length. “When a man desires you, you grant that gift to him. You surrender it. You enjoy what he’s doing to your body.” His voice was hypnotizing, lulling me to become his plaything or whatever he wished of me.

When his other hand found my pebbled nipple and painfully tugged at it, I moaned with pain just as he started speaking again. “This man becomes your master. Your Alpha. Your Omega. Your sole ambition is to cater to his every desire. Needs. Wants. Demands.”

I was so enthralled with the sound of his voice that I was having mini-quaking orgasms from his onslaught. Callum was a master in stimulation in all art forms. Tonight, he proved that foreplay can be much more sensual than the actual sex act itself.

When he asked me a question, I was past rational thinking. “Will you be that woman for me, darling?”

“Yes,” I moaned, needing release. Anything he’d ask, I was ready to give. At this point, I was spellbound and locked under his craft.