Page 23 of His Red Carnation

Frustration boiled over. “Stop, Callan,” I snapped, yanking my hand free from his.

He spun around, and even in the darkness, I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes dark with intensity. Without warning, he pressed me against the wall, his body close, heat radiating between us.

“You think I’m gonna let some fucking boy touch you? You’remine,Sloane. You’re fuckingmine,” he growled, then crashed his lips against mine, the kiss rough and desperate.

My mind went blank as I wrapped my leg around Callan, his hard body pinning me firmly against the wall. He hoisted my other leg up, lifting me effortlessly, my dress riding up as he grabbed my thighs. His erection pressed against my already dripping pussy, grinding into me with a desperate urgency. I heard his zipper slide down as he freed one hand from my leg.

“You win, baby. You fucking win,” he breathed, quickly swiping my panties to the side and thrusting into me with an urgent need.

“Fuck, Callan,” I whined into his ear, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I bounced on his cock, my slickness making every movement fluid, his thick length sliding in and out with ease.

The friction against my clit sent me spiraling, my body giving in to a sharp orgasm. A low moan escaped my lips, half aware that we were out in public but too far gone to care.

“My cock is the only one you will ever come on. You understand me, Sloane?” His voice was rough, and he tugged my hair back, forcing me to look into his dark, intense eyes as he kept grinding into me.

“Yes, yes—” I moaned, my body trembling as another orgasm rushed through me, my eyes fluttering shut just as Callan let out a deep, throaty groan.

His hips slowed, and he trailed kisses along my neck and shoulder before his lips found mine. He kissed me hard, fierce, and possessive, and in that moment, I knew—Callan was mine.

10

Callan

I knew Sloane went out with that kid just to make me fucking jealous. And it worked. Watching her walk out of her room in that short dress, her tits bouncing, red lipstick making her look fucking stunning—it instantly had me hard. I was in way over my head with this shit, and offering to drive her to that kid was the stupidest thing I could’ve done.

I parked a few blocks away, standing against the wall across the street, watching them sit and talk. She was fucking laughing. Too comfortable, with her hand resting on the chair, her tits bouncing every time she laughed. And that asshole was checking her out whenever she looked away. It was infuriating.

I had to get her out of there.

Before I knew it, my feet were already moving toward them, my mind spinning. I didn’t even have a plan, but there was no way I was letting her finish that date.

I hadn’t planned on fucking her in the alley, but she had me so worked up. Her feistiness drove me wild, and being inside her—it released all the anger I’d been holding. Her pussy was like my fucking anger management.

When I told her she’d won, it surprised me. I hadn’t even thought about it, but the words slipped out. And she knew exactly what I meant. I couldn’t live without her. If we had to keep this a secret for the rest of our lives, I didn’t care. I just wanted her, however I could have her.

I held her hand as I drove the few blocks to my apartment. I needed her close, in my arms until she was sick of me. My place would give me that freedom.

When we walked in, Sloane looked around like she’d just stepped into the Louvre. It wasn’t even 700 square feet—just a place that reminded me of a hotel suite. But it worked for me.

“Your place is so cute. I love it,” she mused, setting her purse down on the kitchen counter.

“Cute?” I repeated, slipping off my suit jacket.

She glanced back at me with a playful smile. “Cute in size. Super manly,” she teased, her eyebrows raising in amusement.

Having her in my apartment, in my space, put me in such a good mood that I felt like a little fucking schoolboy.

I rolled my eyes, slipping off my tie and shirt. The moment she noticed I was shirtless, her eyes widened as she checked me out. She bit her lip, shrugging her heels off, which made her look even shorter and sweeter. Slowly, she walked toward me, placing her hands against my chest with a look of awe.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she whispered, her eyes locking with mine.

I let out a soft laugh. “Look in the fucking mirror, baby.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Take the compliment. Does no one ever tell you that? Because I find that hard to believe.”

Her hands stayed on my chest as I grabbed her wrists, bringing them up to my lips and gently kissing the top of each hand.

“I don’t let anyone close enough to give me compliments,” I admitted quietly.

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