Page 11 of Stalker Stepbrother

Oh god. I almost tell him I don’t want him to stop. What’s wrong with me? Here he is, telling me my privacy is nonexistent, and all I want to do is launch myself at him and let him have his way with me.

The way danger rolls off him in waves sends a zap of electricity down my spine. This is a man nobody wants to make an enemy of.

Standing up with clenched fists on my sides, I stride toward him, stopping just in front of his chair. He gets up, stands, and just stares at me. I raise a hand to slap him and he does nothing but continue to stare at me, something glinting in his eyes, like a mixture of desire and amusement.

But… I can’t.

I can’t do it… because… I enjoy it. I enjoy his eyes on me even as I do the most mundane, mindless things.

And I realize…when was the last time I actually did what I wanted? Followed what my heart desired? Put myself first instead of what others thought?

Something snaps in me, and instead of slapping his cheek, I pull his collar and crush my mouth to his. Callum responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth, hands roving around my body, cupping my ass, squeezing my breasts through my dress.

I don’t know if the crew is still watching, but I don’t care anymore. I want him. He wants me. We’re not hurting anybody, so what’s the matter? Without taking his mouth off me, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me somewhere.

My brain is so fogged up with intense lust, I don’t even remember him stepping inside a bedroom or closing the door. Everything just comes into focus when he gently drops me onto a soft mattress.

I get up on my elbows, watching as he takes off his coat, unbuttons his shirt, and unbuckles his belt. Suddenly, it’s like someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water on me.

From out of nowhere, I realize I haven’t been completely honest with him. My experience—or lack thereof—might turn him off. But I’m too scared to say it, too scared to see his disappointment.

“What is it, baby girl?”

He really doesn’t miss anything, does he? He can always see through me. “I just… I know you have expectations, and I…”

“No, I don’t. I may be ruthless and even savage at times, but I fully understand the meaning of “no.” If you’re not ready–”

“I am!” I say with urgency. “I’m ready and I want to be with you, but…”

“But what?”

“I’m…”

“Out with it, Callie.”

“I’m a virgin.”

For a full three seconds, he doesn’t say anything, and I can’t even meet his eyes, focusing instead on the beige and gold accents of the room. I feel the mattress dip with his weight as he braces his hands on either side of me. With his forefinger, he lifts my chin and sucks my top lip, making my breath hitch.

“Then it’s all the more special, baby girl. I’ll be your first and last.”

“L-last?” I choke out.

He only smirks as he grazes my jaw with his mouth, running along it until he reaches my ear, where he licks the shell of my earlobe and whispers, “You don’t think I’m letting you go, do you? Because once I make you mine, Callie, you will belong to only me. All of you. Forever.”

Forever. Oh god. Yes. Yes, please. I want nothing more than to be with him until we’re old and gray. I don’t know where that came from, but there’s no other place I’d rather be. Maybe…maybe this is where I’m always meant to be at. “Yes, I’m yours.”

With a growl, he kisses me hard and pulls my butt to the edge of the bed, hiking my dress and bunching it around my waist, exposing my legs and panties to him. I can’t stop looking at the fierce hunger on his face, the way he’s breathing hard and gritting his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw.

Callum lowers himself to the floor, slipping my heels off my feet and dropping them to the floor with a thud. He kisses my ankle, running his mouth along the inside of my calf and thighs, stopping just before my mound. His finger traces the slit, and with one quick movement, rips off my lace thong. The cool air kisses the sensitive skin around my pussy and I instinctively rotate my hips, seeking friction, seeking his touch.

He grips my thighs, pulls me closer to him, and sucks my clit. My hips buck off the bed and I’m clutching the quilt so tightly, knuckles white.

“Fucking sweet,” he growls before sliding his tongue inside my snug walls.

“Oh god,” I moan. He’s alternating between sucking and tracing circles on my clit and driving his tongue in and out of me. He drapes my legs over his shoulders and my thighs clench around his head. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” I whimper.

“Jesus, baby girl. I’d choose eating you over breathing. Suffocate me all you want, but I hope you won’t let me die before I’ve stuffed my cock inside your virgin pussy.”

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