Yet he didn’t respond.
I yanked on my dress, rolling the hem down my thighs. “I can’t do another six weeks.”
“Beth, come on.”
The pleading in his expression emboldened me. “I have real feelings for you. If you have real feelings for me, then let’s cut this timeline bullshit out and make a go of this.”
Callan dragged a hand through his hair and let out a shuddering breath.
“Well?”
Finally, he looked at me. There was turmoil there. It made my stomach clench. “I … I can’t do a relationship. Not just with you. With anyone.”
That pain in my chest … it was suddenly a fissure that broke into a million more. I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. Not when he was sitting there telling me I wasn’t special after all. Making love to me … was it because he was in the mood for tender?
It meant nothing to him?
I really was only a convenient body to shove his cock into.
“This is over,” I choked out.
I was out of the room before he could say anything. My heart raced so hard, I thought I was going to be sick. It was probably why I didn’t hear him coming after me. But as I reached the exit, he was suddenly there, his expression panicked as he pressed me against the wall at his door. Caging me.
“Don’t,” he pleaded. “Not like this.”
Damn him because the tears I’d been fighting so hard to keep in spilled out.
“No,” he whispered hoarsely at the sight of them, ducking his head to kiss them off my cheeks. It only made me cry harder. “Please, princess, don’t cry.”
I shoved at him. “Then let me go.”
“I can’t, I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to mine.
“I’m telling you I need this to be real between us,” I told him through my tears. “If you can’t give me that, let me go.”
After what felt like an age, Callan lifted his forehead to mine. To my shock, he seemed angry. “I can’t do a relationship withanyone,” he gritted out.
Self-preservation kicked in and I felt a numbness cascade over me. My tears dried on my cheeks. “Then let me go,” I demanded coldly.
He searched my face. Seeing I meant it, his eyes flashed and then he kissed me, hard, punishing. I had to fight against his pull, that frantic hunger for him. “Stop,” I panted, breaking away.
“Is that really what you want?” He bit at my jaw, and then pressed wet kisses down my throat. I hated that my body reacted, arching toward him for more. “Because I didn’t know the last time was going to be the last time.” Callan lifted his gaze, lust blazing in it.
I knew what he was asking for. I knew and I should run like hell.
But I was furious and hurt and I wanted to rip him to shreds for it. I lunged for his mouth and we crashed together in biting, wet kisses. Callan shoved my dress up to my waist as we devoured each other and then he yanked on my knickers until they fluttered to the floor. I stepped out of them as Callan dragged his mouth down my throat, his stubble scratching against my skin.
And then he gripped my thigh, spreading me.
My head flew back against the wall as he thrust into me. Hard. I wrapped my other leg around him and let him lift me up. His cock slid in so deep, I cried out.
Our gazes held, his holding a turmoil of fury, misery, and lust as he fucked me against his wall. My cries of frantic pleasure mingled with his grunts and groans. Callan was unrelenting, fierce, powering into me as I clung to him.
In the back of my mind, I knew this was wrong and messed up, that I should have walked out on him, but it was almost like he was an addiction. Any pleasure was worth the pain.
My orgasm tore through me, and I screamed as my inner muscles contracted voluptuously around his cock.
“Fuck! Beth!” Callan bellowed as his back bowed, his teeth gritting as I felt him throb dramatically inside me. It was so powerful, a little mini orgasm followed in the wake of his release.
