Any Means Necessary

by Lila Herron

“Sometimes it’s better to observe quietly. Don’t mistake my silence for disinterest.” There’s no missing his interest in me now. “But now that you know, there’s no reason to keep it quiet anymore. Is there, Dewdrop?”

“Wanting to fuck you has nothing to do with whether or not I like you.”

“I want to bury myself in those gorgeous tits of yours while I pound into your pussy until I’m balls deep and you’re screaming my name.” He’s inching closer. “Yes, I want to fuck you.”

“Sit on my lap, Dewdrop. All the way.” Callum's gaze on me means business, his grip on my waist tightening. “I’m heavy, I don’t want to hurt you.” My attempt to brush him off isn’t successful, and his hands take my hips firmly. “I can take you. All of you.”

“That’s my girl.” Strong hands grip my hips, locking me in place against him.

“Don’t test me, Dewdrop. You’re an investment now, and I take care of what’s mine.”

“Give me the fucking phone, Lexie.” Before I know what I’m doing, her phone is in one of my hands and the other takes a possessive hold of her throat, pinning her against the wall. “Get on a dating app again, and I’ll leave a trail of asshats with their throats slit across the city leading to your door.”

“Don’t hold back.” His voice vibrates against my skin, sending a shiver through every nerve ending in my body. “I want to hear everything—every moan, every gasp, every sound of pleasure. I want fucking all of it. It’s mine. I earned it.”

“You’re such a good girl for me, Dewdrop. Look at this pretty pussy. I bet you taste as good as you look.”

“What do I taste like?” “You taste…” his tongue flattens over my slit in a long, smooth stroke. Savoring, torturing. “Addicting.”

“That fucker deserves worse that what I did to him. I would say that you should really try to pick better next time, but there isn’t going to be a next time,” Callum says darkly.

“Fuck, your pussy is made for me.” His grunts turn into growls as he slams into me. His cock is as harsh and unforgiving as the rest of him.

“You're so big,” I all but sob. It’s almost too much, his power is almost painful.

“You’ll take it. All of it.” His pace is punishing, both brutal and delicious. My nerve endings fire, the pleasure almost blinding as it builds quickly inside me. “Fuck, you feel so good. You like that, my dirty girl?”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name. You’re such a greedy girl, scream as you come on my cock.”

“You’re like a vice, gripping me so tightly with your perfect pussy.” Callum grunts in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Who does this perfect pussy belong to?” He growls against my lips.

“Say it.” His teeth catch my bottom lip, tugging roughly. “It’s yours, Callum.” “Mine. Only mine.”

His arms circle my waist, his head on my chest, face burying into my breasts. I can’t tell if he’s trying to suffocate himself with my tits, or use me as a pillow. But either way I’m stuck.

My body aches, and I’m definitely sore between my legs. Standing slowly, my legs tremble slightly under my weight. Shit, it feels like I did a million squats.

“You’ve been mine since you signed the contract. But I’ve been yours from the moment you demanded to see my ID. That ink sealed your fate and now this ink seals mine.”

“You’re it for me, Lexie. You’re permanently etched into my heart, and onto my skin. Piece by piece, you’ve stripped away my control and tore through every one of my walls. There are no masks with you, there never have been. You’re my everything, and I’ll stop at nothing to give you the world.”