Page 21 of Pucking Possessive (Kings of Castlebrook #2)

CALLUM

L ilac is still asleep when I wake up, her body curled against mine, my cock still inside her, but this time from behind.

How many times did I come inside of her last night while she slept?

The limit does not exist. Her breath is coming out in soft puffs, her lashes resting against her flushed cheeks, and the faintest pink glow kisses her skin from everything we did last night.

And I don’t deserve any of this. I don’t deserve her, but she’s offering herself to me and I can’t say no.

I exhale slowly, trying not to move, trying not to wake her, because I could stay like this forever. Buried inside her. Wrapped in her scent. Her body is still slick and warm around me.

But then I hear it.

The creak of a floorboard. Footsteps in the hall.

A fuse lights in my chest because I don’t trust anyone in this house anymore.

I don’t want to move. I don’t want to pull out.

I want to stay buried in her until the sun goes down again.

Keep my cum inside her where it fucking belongs.

But if someone walks in and sees her like this, naked, flushed, stretched around my cock, I’ll burn this whole house down.

With every single one of her family members inside.

With a groan, I ease out of her. My dick throbs the second I slide free.

And what I see nearly brings me to my knees.

Thick drops of my cum mixed with her blood from last night is dripping from her swollen pussy.

Fuck.

I clench my fists, fighting the urge to climb between her legs and slide back in. To fuck her into the mattress until she’s sobbing and shaking and full of me again. But I can’t. She needs time. I know taking my cock like she did couldn’t have been all pleasure, and I need to let her rest.

I kneel beside the bed, brushing her hair from her face. My hand wraps gently around her throat, thumb stroking softly. Then I kiss each of her eyelids, trying to wake her up as gently as possible.

“Wake up, baby,” I whisper. “We need to get dressed.”

She stirs, lashes fluttering open, and my chest tightens at the sight of her.

Once she’s fully awake, I brush my lips against hers. “I’m going to go have a talk with your brother. Take your time getting ready, and then we’ll head out. I think we made ourselves clear that I’m not letting Vincent anywhere near you, no matter what they threaten.”

I’m pretty sure it’s Adam I hear pacing in the hallway. Probably stewing over last night.

I don’t want Lilac around him, not with the way he’s been acting.

I push up from the bed and tug on a pair of Kings gray sweatpants, then grab the white tee that is sitting on the top of my bag.

As I pull it over my head, I glance at my girl. She’s biting her lip, the covers pulled tight around her chest, her cheeks pink.

I walk over to her instantly and cupping her jaw, tilting her chin up. “Look at me.”

She does. Instantly. And my dick throbs. She’s usually bratty. Willful. Stubborn as hell. I love that about her, I really fucking do. But I also love this, too.

The way she only listens to me. When I give her a direction, it’s like she instantly wants to comply and that makes me feel like I’m fucking eight feet tall.

“Are you covering up because you regret last night? Or are you just not used to anyone seeing your beautiful body?” The other times I’ve seen her completely naked have been in a dark bedroom, or the dark cab of my truck, or she’s been so shaken up that she probably didn’t have time to process it.

She tries to look away, but I tighten my grip slightly. “Look. At. Me.”

She does, and I want to drop to my knees and beg her to let me worship her forever.

“I could never regret anything with you, cowboy,” she says softly. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

I lean down and kiss her gently. A soft press of lips. I don’t want to ruin the moment by adding onto her sweet admission. I was her first everything, and I’ll be her last, her only.

“I’ll see you in a minute, future wife,” I murmur, and it isn’t lost on me when she giggles that she thinks I’m calling her that because it’s our little inside joke. I fucking mean it. She’s going to be my wife someday soon.

I slip out of the room, opening the door just wide enough to slide through because no one gets to see my girl in any state but fully clothed.

Not ever.

I close the bedroom door behind me, quiet as I can manage, and turn only to come face to face with him.

Adam. My former best friend.

He looks like shit. Same wrinkled shirt from last night. Eyes bloodshot, and he’s still got dried blood coming out of his already bruised and swollen nostril.

My bad, I guess.

I realize that his usual smugness has been replaced with something akin to panic.

Adam takes a step toward me, looking rather frantic, but I raise my arm and speak low, "I'll fuck you up again if you come any closer."

He freezes, chest heaving. "I don't know why you're entertaining this bullshit engagement with my sister, but you need to give it up. Go back to school and let her marry Vincent."

My blood runs cold. My glare sharpens. "Why do you care so much who your sister marries? You've never looked out for her, ever. Full stop. It’s always been me."

His face twists and he punches the wall, the crack of knuckles on drywall sounds painful. "They're going to fucking kill me if you don't give her to them."

I stare at him. Not moving. Not blinking. Just burning with rage at the thought of giving Lilac…MY LILAC to anyone else.

There’s more to this than I anticipated. I thought her father was just trying to make a connection, con someone else out of money. As I got older, I realized he had a reputation, and it wasn’t a good one.

I grit my jaw. "The answer is no. No matter what. You didn’t protect Lilac when it was your job, and it’s mine now. You’re lucky I’m not snapping your fucking neck for suggesting I hand her over to someone who clearly doesn’t have good intentions."

I step toward Adam, and he backs up slightly, cradling the hand he just punched the wall with. His face is turning red with rage or shame? I can’t be sure.

"I owe them a lot of fucking money," he mutters. "I don’t even know how it got this bad. It started out with a few bets, and the next thing I knew I was in the hundreds of thousands."

My fists clench.

This piece of fucking shit.

"So your father worked a deal that Lilac can pay off your debt.

And he used the fact that we got in trouble at the mansion to try to force her to go along with it?

" My chest is burning and I swear my vision goes back for a second. If I kill him right here in this hallway, I can’t be held responsible.

Adam rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath, and turns to leave like he’s done with this conversation.

I’m not.

I grab him by the back of the neck and slam his already fucked up face against the wall hard enough to make him shout out in pain.

"You better hope the Warshaws take care of you because if they don’t, I’m going to make sure you regret ever uttering this stupid fucking idea." I grit out the words. I want to kill him right here. I’m on the verge of it, but I don’t know how Lilac would view me if I actually killed her brother.

“Your grandmother paid my parents to take you in. They never wanted you. You were an extra paycheck,” Adam grits out, and I still my entire body at his words because the way he grits it out, I don’t think he’s lying.

He’s talking about the grandmother I share with my cousin Caiden.

I killed her son, my father, and I didn’t think she wanted anything to do with me after that.

She knew he tried to kill me and that he did succeed in killing my mother, but I thought she washed her hands of me.

I don’t have time to get into this now, and I’m not sure Adam really has any other information, so I settle for cracking his head into the plaster one more time and let him go. He tries to shuffle away, but he veers to the left like he’s drunk and bashes into the wall and collapses on the floor.

The family that took me in, that gave me a bed and a second chance, they’re willing to trade their daughter for their son’s debts.

They’re not who I thought they were, clearly. But I guess they don’t know everything about me either. They don’t realize that Lilac isn’t theirs anymore.

She’s mine.

I’d set this whole fucking world on fire just to keep her. Every street. Every building. Every man who’s ever made her uncomfortable. I’ll leave it all in a pile of ash just for her.

Does that make me the villain?

Maybe.

But I don’t give a fuck.

Because with me is the safest place Lilac could ever possibly be.