63

Portia
I’m trying to wrap my brain around Felix Perez taking over the cartel. Maybe I don’t remember him correctly.
I was pretty young, I guess. l just can imagine it. He was more like an annoying bug that keeps buzzing by your ear. I remember neither of my parents liked him. But l’m not sure they liked Heathcliff either. I know my mom didn’t. She didn’t trust him, and my dad didn’t trust anyone who wasn’t blood.
Even though Heathcliff took on the Esmeralda name, he was and always would be an outsider. And Felix marrying Heathcliff’s daughter, his niece, meant nothing to my father.
I think about that. About only trusting your own blood. That got my father killed. Blood is overrated in this world.
“Callahan,” I start once we’re upstairs. “Are you sure about Felix?”
He closes the door behind us. “I’m sure of one thing at the moment,” he says, unbuttoning my coat and slipping it off. He does the same with his and tosses them over the back of a chair. He spins me so my back is to him and unzips my dress.
“I don’t want to talk about Felix or the cartel or any of it just for a little while.” He turns me to face him and
slips the dress off my shoulders. It’s loose enough that it slides right off. I’m naked underneath. “Right now, all I want to do is look at my beautiful wife.”
His gaze slides over me, fist tightening as he takes in the striped flesh before drawing in a slow, deep inhale of breath. He closes his eyes momentarily, but when he opens them and looks at me, that anger is checked. Not gone, just cataloged for later.
“Right now, all I want to do is show my wife exactly how much she is mine.”
I don’t resist when he kisses me then. I don’t want to. My body remembers earlier. It remembers how he felt on top of me. Inside me.
Arms wrapped around me Callahan walks me back to the bed. He sits me on the edge and pushes me backward so I’m lying flat, legs dangling off.
“Open them.” He gestures to my legs.
I swallow, take in the darkness of his eyes.
“I said open them, Portia.”
I do. I spread my legs and watch his eyes dip down to my sex.
“Wider.”
I lift my feet onto the bed and feel my face heat up as I expose myself to him.
As he unbuttons his shirt, he drags his gaze from my sex to my eyes. “Touch yourself,” he says, pulling the shirt off, then moving to pour himself a whiskey. He takes a seat on the armchair directly across from the bed. “Show me how you make yourself come,” he says, taking a sip and reclining back, long legs spread wide as he watches me, elbow on the armrest, head resting against the chair’s back.
“I… I don’t think I can do that,” I stammer, feeling embarrassed.
He grins. “I think you can. I’m pretty sure in fact. Do it. Put your fingers on your clit and rub.”
I’m tentative but I reach to touch myself. I’m swollen and wet already. He watches me casually, drink in hand. Fuck, it’s turning me on.
“Good girl. Now dip your fingers inside yourself and smear your juices all over. Good. Like that.”
It feels good. I like watching him watch me. I see the steel bar of his erection and I like that too. It makes me feel powerful.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let me hear how wet you are.”
I lick my lips and press my finger inside myself.
“You can do better than that, Kitten. Another finger.”
I add a second finger keeping the heel of my hand pressing against my swollen nub.
Callahan swallows more of his drink then sets the glass aside and unbuckles his belt. Unzips his pants. He grips himself, pushing pants and briefs down as much as he needs to, and I watch him work his cock, pumping slowly, one corner of his mouth quirked upward as he watches me watch him.
“You like watching me?” he asks. I lick my lips and nod.
“Dirty girl,” he says with a sly smile. “I like watching you too, though.” To my disappointment he tucks himself back into his pants and gets to his feet. Standing between my legs, he uses a hand to push one thigh wider. “And I think you like that. You like me watching you,” he says, looking down at my open pussy, my fingers working over my clit, dipping inside me.
I nod, my mouth hanging open, even though he wasn’t asking it.
“Say it.” He crouches down, keeping one leg wide. “Say it if you want my mouth on you.” He gives a teasing flick of his tongue over my clit and I buck, pushing my hips up.
“Say it.”
“I like it. I like you watching me.”
“Good girl.” He takes the wrist of the hand working my clit and draws it away to close the whole of his mouth over the hard nub. He lays his tongue flat over my sex and licks, then sucks. I’m so close. So close to coming. But then he draws back. Puts my fingers back on me and stands.
“Why – ”
‘Shh. Don’t come yet but don’t stop playing with yourself. I want to hear all those wet sounds.”
I nod, wanting to please. Wanting to come. I lick my lips. He strips off his pants and briefs so he stands naked between my legs. His thick cock ready, the head already wet. He pushes my legs wider. It’s almost painful how wide and looks down at me.
I’m dripping.
He leans toward me and slides his length into me, stretching the tight passage, making me gasp.
Making me want.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, drawing out, then pressing in again before slipping completely out. He puts my hand back between my legs and grips his cock.
“I want to come,” I say, my voice small.
“I bet you do.” He puts his free hand over mine and together we each press a finger inside me.
“Callahan.. I want..”
He draws his finger out, then in again, and my eyes close.
“Look at me,” he says. “Keep looking at me.”
“Good. And keep playing with your clit. Like that. Good girl.”
He draws back, cock in hand, watching.
“Tell me something,” he asks. “How do you think it’s going to feel having my cock down your throat?”
Before I’ve processed, he takes my arm. “On your knees, Kitten, and keep your dirty little fingers on your clit.”
He slides me off the bed so I’m at eye level with his thick cock.
“Callahan – ”
“Shh.” He takes his thumb over the head of his cock and bends to put that finger to my mouth.
“Lick.”
I do and he tastes good.
“Now suck.”
I do again and I watch him watching me as I create suction around his thumb.
“Harder. Good. Like that.”
He straightens again and withdraws his finger.
I lick my lips.
“Are you close?”
I nod.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
He pushes between my lips, his hand fisting my hair to tug my head back, as his cock hits the back of my throat.
I choke and he grins, backs off. But I don’t get to finish. I only have time to take a quick breath before he’s pushing in again, his eyes darkening as he moves faster and I’m aroused watching him, tasting him, looking up at him as he towers over me, controlling me.
A moment later, he mutters a curse and pushes deeper still, and I feel him throb, feel his release and when I do, I come too. I come on my fingers, moaning around him, tasting him, watching him.
When it’s over, when he’s finally empty, he pulls slowly out and crouches down. Kissing my cheek, he holds my chin with two fingers.
He looks at me and smiles. “Swallow.
”
I want to, it’s just so much. I nod and he brings his thumb to the corner of my mouth to wipe it clean.
“All of it,” he says, and I swallow again. When I do, he kisses my mouth and I wonder if he tastes himself. I kiss him back.
A few moments later, he lifts me in his arms and lays me on the bed. And when he climbs in beside me, I turn to him, burrow into his chest, liking the feel of his arms around me. He pulls the blankets around us and I feel safe for the first time in too long to care that I’m lying in the arms of the man who should be my enemy.