He sounded just like Callan when he called me Elizabeth. I hated it. Only Callan was allowed to call me that. Why did hekeep calling me that? Why was he trying so hard to replace Callan?
His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back, his other hand prying apart the thighs that I had clenched so hard together.
“You and I…” His breath, thick with the smell of whiskey, ghosted along my jawline, teasing and tormenting, as his hand wandered deeper between my thighs. “…are bound together in a way even fate can’t dare unravel. And this is making it so hard to just fucking end you.”
My skin prickled, a shudder rolling down my spine as his lips brushed against my ear, voice dropping into something darker, something edged in cruelty.
“What are the odds?” he drawled. “That your father is such a remarkable man whose works I really admired once upon a time?”
The words sank into me like a blade. My breath stuttered, my entire body locking.
He knew. He had dug out the bones of my past. How? How did he do that? When did he learn of this?
“If I had known I would meet you,” he continued, his finger ghosting over the slick heat between my thighs now. “I would have gotten something special.” His teeth scraped against the delicate skin below my ear, next to where his previous marks bloomed. “Something in exchange for an autograph.”
My stomach lurched.
His finger pressed into my clit just enough to make me whimper, as my body truly betrayed me completely.
“After all.” He dragged his thumb over my clit in a slow, tortuous stroke. “an autograph from the daughter is just as credible as that of the father, right?”
My lips parted in a gasp as his fingers plunged inside me. “Tell me, Elizabeth.” His pace was slow and deliberate, a wickedsmile on his lips as he watched me slowly unravel under him. “Will you sign in your father’s place for me?”
A whimper broke out of my lips, my lids heavy as tears sat on them.
“Are you afraid?” His thrusts picked a little pace, his lips grazing over my nipple. “That I might tell your little secret to the world?”
Fear wracked my spine, my body jerking against his as he pumped his fingers harder into my heat.
“Don’t worry.” He brushed a hand over my jaw. “Your secret is safe with me. I’ll take it to my grave. Call it a little token of appreciation to your father. He was such a role model.”
What was he on about?
His lips skimmed the line of my jaw as his thumb slid inside me, teasing me from the inside out. “You’re one insatiable little slut, you know,” he hummed, pressing his hot lips on my jaw. “Hours later, and look at you, still dripping for me. I bet you’d swallow around my cock again if I let you.”
“Call–”
“Callan?” he growled, his face twisted into a vicious scowl, then his teeth scraped my jaw angrily before sinking into my skin. “My fingers are inside you. Fucking call me by my name.”
My fingers tangled the sheet above my head, nails digging into the fabric. I wanted to remove myself from here so bad, disappear into a puff of smoke. Why couldn’t I fight harder? Why was my will so weak? And was this rotten thing unfurling in my chest? Why did the darkness feel so familiar?
“Say my name, Elizabeth,” he hummed, kissing his way down my chest, his lips leaving possession in the form of bruised skin and half-moon marks from his teeth.
“I don’t know you,” I gasped when his fingers curled inside me, thrusts turning erratic, deeper. “I don’t call strangers by their name.”
His chuckle was dark, deep and husky as his breath fanned hot against my breast. “Interesting. Is it your mother that taught you that?” I barely registered his wicked smirk before his teeth grazed my nipple, his tongue flicking over the tender peak. “Did she also tell you not to go bouncing on a stranger’s cock?”
“Oh god–”
I didn’t get to finish. He ripped his fingers from me, flipping me onto my stomach so fast my breath left me in a startled gasp.
He yanked my hips up, positioning me on all fours. And before I could brace for what was coming, his cock was there, hard as a rock, stretching me open, splitting me apart.
A sharp cry ripped from my throat.
He was big. Too big. It felt like he was going to ruin me from the inside out.
“Oh–” I whimpered, hands scrambling for leverage, gripping the sheet as he slammed into me from behind.
