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“I told you, you’d be crawling for me, sweetheart. Now, why’d you block me?”
My body freezes while my mind whirls, playing catch-up with what he said.
Holy Mary, Mother of God. Calvin is Blade!
I turn my head slowly, and my eyes widen at the sight of his solid cock bulging in his pants. My mouth waters while heat travels over me, and my panties become even more uncomfortable.
“You’re not gagged anymore, sweetheart, so I expect answers. Start speaking.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, and the action makes his shirt tighten on those broad shoulders, the same shoulders he swung my legs over last night while he ate my pussy.
“I-I don’t want commitment.”
His eyes narrow and he licks his lips. “Neither did I.” He shrugs.
“Did?”
“Did. Past tense, because moving forward, sweetheart, there’s only me and you.”
“There is?”
“Abso-fucking-lutley.” His lip twitches. “I don’t share.” His eyes drill into me with such sincerity it steals my ability to breathe. What the hell is he saying?
He steps forward and closes the door behind him while I watch on in shock, and when he clicks the lock in place, a bundle of nerves coupled with excitement storm through me like a tsunami.
“Now. I’m going to fill that little pussy of yours with so much of my cum every man will be able to smell my scent on you. You’re mine, little sub. At Oblivion, at work, and more importantly, at home too.”
“Home?”
He nods. “There’s something you need to know about me, Emily.
” My breath stills as he inches closer, and he bends down and brushes a curl behind my ear, then his palm rests on my cheek.
His pupils are dilated and his eyes hooded with lust. “When I want something, I give it my all, and I want you, Emily Thomas.”
Somehow, I function enough to respond. “You don’t know me.”
“Wrong. I know every inch of you.” He licks his lips like a predator. “Every fucking inch.”
My body practically vibrates with a desire so intense I melt against his hand like the good submissive he now knows me to be.
“Say yes,” he whispers, with a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
And I know he speaks the truth because I can feel it in his touch, see it in his eyes. Calvin Connors is giving me his all, and I actually want that too.
“Yes,” I respond, my voice low but confident.
He pulls back to scan me, and his eyes light up.
“We’re going to be the perfect together.” I smile, then his lips crash against mine, his tongue invading me, taking everything I have and more. When he pulls away, my body deflates. He slowly licks his lip, like he’s savoring my taste.
“A perfect match. Now crawl!”
THE END