Page 66 of Shadows Within
“Don’t you fucking dare say sorry. Don’t you ever say that, Scarlett.” He stops pacing and looks at me. “I don’t care what you think you did, no one deserves what you’ve been through.” Pain ripples in his voice.
I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear those words—they mean so much more coming from him. A sob escapes me. I close my eyes and fall to my knees. I don’t talk about what happened to me for a reason, I’ve never wanted to become a victim.
Callum wraps his arms around me—a safe haven.
“I know Angel, you’re safe now. I’ll never let anything happen to you.” His hand glides through my hair, comforting me. “I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he repeats.
It’s a promise he shouldn’t make, but I believe him.
He doesn’t say much else—he doesn’t need too. He just holds me, as years of tension leave my body. I begin to relax and lift my head to look up at him. His lips draw me in, and I lean forward, unable to deny his magnetic pull.
My lips land on his. I grab his face between my hands, and the kiss intensifies. His arms slowly lower us to the floor, and I straddle him. He doesn’t try to take control. Instead, he gives me the power I crave.
Our lips meet again. I grind my hips against him and feel his length grow. I pull my shirt over my head and reach for the door to lock it. For a moment, I forget that Dad is two rooms over.
Callum’s hands surround my hips.
“Scarlett, I can’t… not like this.”
His hands trail up my side. For a moment, I feel defeated, and I drop my hands to my sides, but I can’t ignore the spark that lives deep inside.
“No, Callum, I need this.”
I grab his hands and pull them above his head, trapping them there. We both know that if he wanted to escape, he has the strength to.
“Scarlett—” He brings my hands down to his chest.
“No, Callum. I need this. Please. I need the control. I need you. I need to feel like I’m more than what happened to me.”
He brings his hands back above his head—mine follow.
“I’m yours.” He sees me as I truly am. He wants my control. My hands hold his in place. I lean in and trace my tongue along his lips, then down his chin. I kiss his neck—it tastes smoky. There’s a lust in my body that I can’t fight.
My lips land back on his and I move my hips, riding him. I pick up speed. Even with our clothes still on, I feel like I might finish if I don’t slow down.
“Use me, Angel.” I close my eyes and tears fall down my face. “That’s it,” he adds. His hips move with mine.
I pull my jeans off and move my thong to the side. I unbutton his slacks and pull them down with his boxers. Our eyes remain locked as I lower myself on to him. My hips move down then slowly back up, working his cock inside of me.
“Take it, Scarlett. Take it all.” I move faster and moan. My head falls back as my eyes close. Tears leave my eyes—not out of sadness, but from relief. His hands grip my ass, and he holds me up, allowing me to gain full control.
I lean forward, my hands on his chest as my ass moves faster. I need this.Fuck. I need him. But this isn’t about him or his needs—this is about me.
“Callum, I’m almost there.” My mouth inches toward his but our lips don’t meet. I hover just close enough to feel his warm breath on my mouth. I move my hips even faster, bringing us both to the edge, until my pelvis shifts forward and all tension releases. I lie my forehead on his chest. Our heavy breaths sync.
“Thank you.” I say quietly.
In a brisk motion he flips me over, onto my knees, and roughly pushes inside me.
“You’re not done yet,” he whispers in my ear and covers my mouth from behind.
My moans are muffled under the palm of his hand as he drives into me, again and again. His hands move down to my hips, keeping me still. I reach back to touch him. He pushes my hand away.
“This is for you.” The wooden floor is cool against my face as he places my head down. He knows I can take it, he knows Ineedit.
I push my ass out further and feel the tension building again. His cock hits me deep, over and over. I squirm as he holds my head against the floor. I’m almost there. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, another orgasm escapes me. He pulls my hair further, bringing my head back as far as it will go. He shifts his body, and I feel his warm come land on my face as he shoves his cock in my mouth. He degrades me in the best way possible. To remind him that I’m still in control, I lick the length of his shaft and look up at him.
“Open your mouth.” His firm grip remains in my hair. “Show me you’re mine, Angel.”
