Any Means Necessary

by Lila Herron

To my fellow fat babes who wish they could see themselves in the books they read. You’re hot. This is your main character moment.

the distinct nose, sharp cheekbones, immaculate beard.

When he’s in a suit, he looks as distinguished as any high-power businessman roaming this city. But as soon as the suit coat comes off and the shirt sleeves are rolled up, you catch a glimpse at what he really is. A man with an edge that you don’t mess with.

There’s no denying he has good hands—the kind every woman wants to grab her by the throat and work her into a frenzy. Those hands can be my undoing, and I’ll gladly beg for more.

Damn, I look good. Until I turn and catch the reflection of my side profile. Then I see how my soft stomach slightly overhangs a fupa, and the back of my thick thighs are decorated in cellulite and the faint silver silhouettes of stretch marks. I have more curves than I know what to do with; cellulite, stretch marks, and all. But to hell if I’m not going to wear what I want to wear.

There are just too many male eyes out there. And, you’re not gonna look, so,” I shrug, tilting my head to scrunch some of the pool water out of my hair with the towel. “I’m not looking?” My hands halt at his question, eyes snapping to his. “Are you?” I ask, blinking at him. “I am.” His eyes pierce through me, proving a point. His gaze settles over my skin like static electricity.

“Sometimes it’s better to observe quietly. Don’t mistake my silence for disinterest.”

“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.”

All of the men are looking at me like a fairy princess who just walked into a boy’s birthday party when they were expecting Batman instead.

But sometimes acting on your feelings is the difference between staying alive and actually living.”

“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.”

His hand on my back closes the gap between us to take my lips in an all-consuming kiss.

first kiss!

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

“If your dick is too small to get past my ass, that’s all you had to say.”

“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.” I tower over her, fury radiating from every tensed muscle. Her breath hitches against my hand on her neck, eyes glittering with satisfaction.

“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.”

“I’m going to do so much more than take you, Dewdrop.” His voice vibrates through me, tickling every nerve ending in my body. “I’m going to own you.”

Just like his fingers, his cock gives no warning before he’s plunging inside me, deep and hard.

first time they bang ooo

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll take you into the dressing room and show you exactly what fits with this beautiful body of yours.”

“My legs stick to the leather in my short skirts.”

so real babe

“The seats are different. I thought they were leather.” My fingers run over the fabric covering the seats. It’s smooth as butter and feels expensive. “They were. I had them reupholstered.” “You did? Why?” I ask, surprised. Callum’s eyes look pointedly at my bare thighs. “Do you like your little dresses?” “Yes, I love them.” “So do I. Now you don’t have to stop wearing your short skirts.”

Like the fucking sun that gives life to everything under its rays. And I’m a selfish bastard addicted to her warmth.

“You can’t run away from this.” My lips capture hers possessively to make my point. She responds eagerly, giving me everything in return. “Good,” she breathes, flooding me with pure happiness. “I never liked running anyways.”

“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.”

“I love you, Dewdrop.”

Callum presses impossibly close until our bodies are molded together like two puzzle pieces finding their home and slotting into place. A perfect fit.

“I love you, Callum Russo.”