Any Means Necessary

by Lila Herron

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.

“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.”

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

“Good girl,” he murmurs deeply.

“Lexie, the only begging that’s going to happen between us will have nothing to do with pain.” He leans closer. “Now put on your fucking coat.”