His words send a warm flush through my body, a different kind of heat than before. It’s a warmth that spreads from mychest, filling me with a sense of contentment and safety. He’s feeding into a part of me that I’ve always kept hidden, a part that craves praise and approval.
He moves down my body, his touch gentle as he wipes the cum from between my legs with his hand, using his fingers to spread it softly, marking me again.
His kisses are soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough, primal way he took me earlier. He presses his lips to my thighs, my hips, my stomach, worshipping my body with his mouth. I can feel the sincerity in his touch, the genuine care and affection.
“You did so well, Callista,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble. his tongue traces the line of my thighs where the coating of liquid is making me quiver. He travels up to my lips, pushing his tongue inside where he kisses me and repeats “My good girl.”
His praise makes me melt, my body relaxing into the mattress. He pulls away slightly, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to wipe me down properly. Each wipe turns the tissue into a mess of our joint pleasure. He disposes it and returns to me, his eyes soft and caring.
He rests my head on the pillow, pulling the bedsheets over my body. I feel a pang of loneliness, not wanting him to leave. I reach out, grabbing his arm.
“Stay,” I whisper, my voice small and vulnerable.
He looks at me, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he nods, climbing into bed beside me. He pulls me against him, his body warm and solid against mine. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before, this sense of safety and comfort.
“You’re not alone, Callista,” he murmurs, his lips pressed against my forehead. “I’m here.”
I snuggle closer to him, my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. It lulls me, making me feel safe and protected. This is something I’ve never experienced, this kind of intimacy and closeness.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my eyes already growing heavy.
He strokes my hair gently, his touch soothing and calming. “Sleep, babygirl. I’ve got you.”
And with those words, I drift off, feeling content and cherished. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone. I feel seen, understood, and cared for. And it’s all because of my bully.
EIGHT
Dmitry
By the timeI’m done with Callista Vale, even hell will be too good for me.
The sky is still dark when I slip out of her sorority house. The streets are empty, painted silver by the streetlights. My pulse is steady, but everything inside me feels like it’s been scraped raw.
I should feel guilty. I should feelsomething.
Instead, all I can think about is how it felt to hold her afterward. How, for the first time in years, I fell asleep without a pill or a bottle.
It was a mistake.
A beautiful, ruinous mistake.
I didn’t use protection. The thought gnaws at me now. What if she gets pregnant?
What would I do? What wouldwedo?
The image flashes in my head before I can stop it: Callista with a hand on her stomach, her soft, uncertain smile. The idea shouldn’t warm me, but it does, and that scares me more than anything.
I force the thought away as I pull into the driveway of the Antonov mansion. The security lights blink awake, splashing the stone façade in pale gold. It’s almost four in the morning. Everyone should be asleep.
But there’s light in the kitchen.
I step inside quietly, expecting Aleksei, but it’s Lena standing at the counter, tying her robe tighter around her waist. Her hair is loose, tumbling over her shoulders, her face still flushed from sleep. There’s a plate of cookies cooling beside her and a half-empty mug of tea.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asks, smiling when she sees me.
“Something like that.”
“I fed the baby an hour ago,” she says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s out cold now, but it made me hungry, so I came down for a snack. You want one?”
