Page 95 of Poison and Wine

He stared intently at me. “I’ve never lost my mind like that over any other woman,” he admitted.

“You haven’t?”

“Besides the fact he was molesting you, no one is to ever touch you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Quit acting like a neanderthal.”

“You’re mine, Kitten.”

Jerking my chin up, I countered, “I belong to no man.”

Callum’s hand came to grip my chin under my neck. “You. Are. Mine.”

When his expression turned over to smoldering lust, it sent a pulsing ache between my legs. Heat flared over my body under his scrutiny. While we stared into each other’s eyes, Callum’s hands slid from my waist down to cup my ass.

At my gasp, he slammed his lips against mine. When he thrust his tongue into mouth, I moaned. As he continued his assault on my mouth, his hands pushed my center against the growing hardness in his pants. Gripping his shoulders, I held on for dear life.

As his lips left my mouth, my eyes remained closed as he kissed a trail over my jawline. When he got my ear, he sucked my earlobe causing me to shudder. At the graze of his teeth, my eyes popped open just as he bit the sensitive flesh. Pleasure shot through me as he continued to bite and lick down my neck.

Taking one of my legs, Callum hooked it over his hip. My dress was so short that it caused the hem to ride up almost to expose my panties. The new angle pressed his erection against my core. As he continued thrusting against me, my nipples peaked at the feeling while my thong grew damper by the minute.

In that heady, passionate moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to take me. Even though we were in a club surrounded by people, I wanted him to make me his. I wanted to feel the length of him within me.

I wanted to truly be his.

When Callum started to pull away from me, I gripped the front of his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I moaned into his mouth.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Trust me, Kitten. The last thing on this fucking earth I want to do it is stop.”

When my eyes popped open, I glanced past us to see Quinn staring down at the floor. As I fought to catch my breath, Callum eased my leg down. I quickly pushed the hemline of the dress back down my thighs.

Callum’s warm breath tickled against my earlobe. “I have to go handle some business bullshit.” When I nodded, he said, “Quinn’s going to escort you to the VIP section.”

“Okay.”

When he pulled back to look at me, a sexy smirk curved on his lips. “I hope we can finish what we started later.

A shiver ran through me at his words. “Maybe.”

He groaned. “You’re killing me, Kitten.”

I merely grinned back at him. After Callum turned and made his way through the crowd, Quinn finally brought his eyes to meet mine. I couldn’t help the mortification that warmed my cheeks considering what he saw me and Callum doing. Even though we were married, embarrassment still flooded me.

“Come on, lass. I need a drink.” A teasing glint flashed in his eyes. “And from the looks of it, you do, too.”

At my sharp intake of breath, Quinn chuckled before tucking me to his side. When I reached the VIP section, I thankfully found Jocelyn was gone. At the sight of me, Dare’s eyes popped comically wide. “Sister Sassy, were you and my brother bumping uglies on the dance floor?”

Instead of recoiling in horror, a laugh burst from my lips at Dare’s absurd reference. “No comment.”

While I might not have been blushing, Kellan was. Dare handed him and myself a drink. Waggling his brows, he said, “I think it’s time we did some shots!”

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Callum

While I originally thought my business would only take me away from Caterina for a few minutes, it stretched on and on. Important people to greet. Crowd control issues from the bouncers. Just when I thought I was finished, something else would come up.

Of course, one matter remained chained up in the freezer. Although Quinn and Kellan had worked Blake over, it was up to me to finish him. A quick background check had revealed Blake had a history of sexual assault not only in Boston, but Farmington and Brookline. He’d done time for raping a coed.

Owen stood outside keeping watch. He nodded at me as I started inside the walk-in freezer. Blake’s bruised and battered body shivered in the far corner beside two stacks of frozen hors d'oeuvres. At the sight of me, he tried fighting against the chains.

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