Any Means Necessary

by Lila Herron

“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.” “True.” Heat pools between my legs. “You want to fuck me?” “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.”

But he doesn’t move nearly enough, forcing me to press my body against his to squeeze through the gap. He flashes a satisfied smirk at my glare as I shove past him and walk to the dining room.

His eyes latch onto mine and dare me to challenge him. “Don’t test me, Dewdrop. You’re an investment now, and I take care of what’s mine.” His deep voice sends a wave of lust curling through me, but I ignore it and throw him a withering glare.

I’m not about to let this piece of shit treat me like shit. “If your dick is too small to get past my ass, that’s all you had to say.” It takes a good few seconds before my words register in his tiny brain. He looks taken aback. “What did you just say to me?” His voice is tinted with outrage, but I’m just getting started.

I can hear her tell them that I’m covering the tab and they lift their glasses to cheers me before downing the tequila. I step back to lean against the bar counter, settling in to watch the whirlwind that is girls night out.

“Getting on Tinder. This horny drunk is getting laid tonight. If you’re not gonna do it, then I’ll find someone who will.”

“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 hate the emptiness that creeps into the gap her missing presence has left in the room. What used to be peaceful for me is now feeling an awful lot like loneliness. Standing here with her in the silence is almost disturbing.

“I would never play games with you, Callum.” I tilt my head slightly to one side. “You’re far too serious to waste your time on something ridiculous like having fun.”

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 so wet for me, Dewdrop,” he growls against my breast, his head lifting to meet my eyes. His fingers pump into me, hitting my g-spot until stars dance across my vision, his circling thumb driving me into delirium. “So damn responsive. Fuck.” When he catches my nipple in his mouth and tugs it with his teeth, I shatter into a million pieces.

The anger surging in me shifts towards panic, the realization unsettling every part of me. Lexie has me, and she has no idea. She’s taken me without even trying, without meaning to. But she doesn’t want me, doesn’t need me. That’s going to change, it has to. Because I need her to need me.

I know how twisted it is to hold a man’s life in my hands and choose to let him die. Just the idea should make me sick. Honestly, I’m expecting the guilt and devastation to hit any minute, to suddenly have a ‘what have I done?’ moment. But the remorse never comes.