45

Callahan
I lean over her, pushing her torso down. Keeping her wrists at her lower back, I straighten and use my knee to widen her stance.
She goes still as I take her in, her beautiful ass open to me. My dick is a fucking steel rod.
When I touch her hip, she jumps like she wasn’t expecting it. She’s up on tiptoe, lean calf and hamstring muscles tensing.
“Stay,” I tell her. I let go of her wrists. She remarkably does as she’s told.
Hands on her cheeks, I splay her open, look at her. At her tiny asshole, the open lips of her pussy.
She tries to clench her cheeks, but I keep her open.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Your pussy open and wet for me. Your asshole so tempting.” I touch my thumb to her asshole and she clenches.
“Callahan – ”
But her breath catches as I crouch down and extend the tip of my tongue to her clit and lick all the way up through her wet folds to her other hole, laying the flat of my tongue on her as I repeat downward then back again, tasting her, wanting her.
Wanting every fucking part of her.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, and I draw back to watch a slow trickle of arousal slide down her inner thigh.
“Fucking perfect,”I tell her, standing. “Stay.”
She does and turns just her head to watch me strip off the rest of my clothes. She licks her lips when I take my cock into my hand and run it through her folds. Her eyes close as I smear her wetness over myself.
“So fucking perfect.” I lean down for one more taste before tugging her to stand, spinning her to face me and kissing her hard.
She doesn’t bite but I wouldn’t care if she did right now. I want this. And she wants this. And neither of us can deny it, no matter what.
I lay her on the bed, holding my weight on my elbows as I draw back, to look at her. My cock is nestled against her wet cunt.
Her eyes have gone dark. I kiss her again, put my hands on her inner thighs to open her wider and when I draw back to look at her, I see a tear.
It sobers me.
She’s probably scared. Doesn’t quite know what to expect.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Portia.”
“It’s not.. I just don’t understand why I want this,” she admits, another tear sliding down her temple.
I smile to her, kiss her. She kisses me back.
Drawing back, I place a hand on her chest to keep her from lying back, using the other to keep one leg spread wide. She doesn’t try to close her legs, however. From here, I can see she’s slick and in spite of her fear, I smell her arousal.
I need to make her come before I take her. It’ll be easier for her.
I dip my head and hear her gasp when I close my mouth over her.
Twirling my tongue in a circle around the hard little nub before sucking, I open my mouth wide to take the whole of her, tickling her other hole before returning my attention to her clit.
She gasps my name, her hands to my head, fingers pulling my hair.
“Come, Portia. Let me feel you come.
It doesn’t take long for her to come and I drink it in, the taste of her intoxicating as she calls out my name in a long string. She’s just repeating, repeating, repeating, making my dick throb as if it’s confused why it’s not inside her.
Only when her legs relax do I straighten and meet her eyes, a soft caramel now.
She’s so fucking beautiful. So perfect.
I lift her higher on the bed, settle between her legs, my cock at her entrance. I kiss her again, realizing she’s kissing me back, and I don’t think I can get enough of her.
When she feels me at her entrance she tenses.
“I won’t hurt you,” I mutter against her mouth but I’m not sure I’ll be able to help it. Her first time will hurt.
I take her hands in mine, weave my fingers with hers and I push in a little farther. The effort of holding back is taking every ounce of energy I have. I need to take care with her, though. I move slowly, in and out, inch by inch when the animal inside me wants to thrust hard, wants to feel her resistance and rip through it, feel the warm rush of virgin blood.
She’s tight. I swear she’s tighter than any woman I’ve been with, but it’s been a long time, so what do I know. And when she begins panting again, her passage slick, I know she’s ready.
I hold onto her, want to give her something to hold on to. I push deeper, still controlled, expecting resistance, expecting blood.
There’s a moment suspended.
Something not right.
Because it doesn’t come.
The fact registers slowly. I pump in and out twice more then stop.
She makes a sound when I do and opens her eyes to meet mine, forehead wrinkled in disappointment.
“You’re not a virgin.”
I can hardly process the silence.
“You’re not – ”
“I never said I was.”
I think back and she’s right. She didn’t. I assumed it.
I blink, pull out. I’m still hard. I look down at myself, still searching for evidence to the contrary of what I know is true. But there’s nothing there. No blood.
“You let me believe it.”
I walk away, run a hand through my hair not sure why I care. Why it matters.
No. I know why.
She’s right. She never said she was. But she didn’t correct me either. And it feels like a betrayal. Because after everything, I was still counting on her. On one person I could trust.
“You let me believe it,” I say again, turning to find her sitting up on the bed. “You fucking let me believe it. Let me believe in you.”
“I didn’t lie to you. You assumed.”
“Omission is a lie. You’re a liar.”
She pulls her knees up, wraps her arms around them, her face falling. “I’m not.”
“Just like your brothers,” I add, distaste marking my words.
“What?” Her forehead wrinkles and I register hurt in her eyes.
“I don’t know why I thought you were different.” I pull on my briefs, my pants.
“I – ”
“You shook your ass, and I was just hard up enough to notice.” I grab my shirt.
“I didn’t. I never – ”
I spin to face her, my arm poised to slap her.
She gasps, shielding herself as she cowers, and I realize what I was about to do.
I make a fist. It’s all I can do with the rage I feel, but let it drop to my side while she watches me, eyes wide, face partially hidden by her arms.
Muttering a curse, I walk away.
“Callahan – ”
I look at her again but keep my distance. “You’re a liar, Portia! A fucking liar!”
“I…” She looks stunned and afraid, her cheeks wet with tears.
But I won’t let those fool me. I remember how just hours ago, she told me in no uncertain terms that we are enemies. When I confided in her and told her I needed a friend.
Just one. When I asked her to be that friend, she refused me.
And I was a fucking idiot not to take that at face value. This is my fault. I brought this on myself.
“Don’t cry. Don’t you dare fucking cry.” I button up my shirt and tuck it into my pants.
“I didn’t lie to you! I never lied to you!”
“Were you having a good laugh? Huh? A good laugh at my expense? You fucked him, didn’t you? You fucked Fernando Mancini?”
“No. God. Never.” She’s outright crying now, hugging herself tightly, shivering.
“Did you like it? Did you come for him? Call out his name like you do mine?”
She just shakes her head, the skin around her eyes puffy and pink, tears streaming.
“And I felt sorry for you when I found out what your brothers had done to you. How they’d humiliated you. But you probably liked it.”
She just stares at me with those damn tears coming like a fucking waterfall, big eyes looking like she can’t quite believe what’s happening.
She’s been caught. That’s what’s happening.
I pick up the bottle of whiskey, drink a swallow.
I gave her my mother’s ring, Like a fucking idiot, I put my mother’s ring on this whore’s finger.
Christ. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Rage like nothing I’ve felt before consumes me. With a roar, I throw
the bottle across the room and watch it smash against the wall in satisfaction.
Portia screams and leaps off the bed to run toward the bathroom.
I stalk her and before she can get there, catch her by her hair and tug her backward, tossing her face-down on the bed. She’s up in an instant, scrambling on her hands and knees across the bed, but I grab an ankle and tug her back to me.
She drops onto her stomach. I pull her toward me smacking her ass hard enough to make her scream again.
“I didn’t lie – ”
I flip her onto her back, straddle her. She’s still crying.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up, you fucking whore.”
“Calla – ”
I grip her jaw, cutting off her words. I squeeze but it only makes her cry harder. She tries to pull her arms free, but I’ve got them trapped at her sides. I can only look down at her, at my fingers bruising her jaw, at her eyes big as saucers.
“I can break you. Snap your neck. Do you know how easy it would be?”
She whimpers, tears streaming from the corners of both eyes onto the bed.
“I should. If I were smart, I would.”
“Please,” she manages.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” I let go of her jaw, drag her left arm free, look at the ring. I betrayed my family for her. For this woman who made me remember and somehow gave me hope. Fucking hope.
This woman, who I have to remember is my enemy.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” she says.
I shift my gaze to her eyes, and I see fear.
“That was before. I warned you what would happen if you betrayed me.”
I return my attention to her hand, drag both rings off her finger, pocket the engagement ring and leave the other one on the bed. I slide off of her, look at her lying there, looking into her eyes again.
As she rubs her finger where the rings were, the tears keep streaming down her cheeks.
“You wanted an enemy, Portia. I’ll remember it from now on. Mark my words.”