“Yes,” I breathe. He’s going to fuck me senseless.
His hands slide up my legs, lifting my dress. Slowly, he drags my panties down. He kneels, keeping a hand on my hip while I step out of them. He grasps one of my ankles and puts it over his shoulder.
God, I’m wet from just thinking about what he’s going to do to me.
“Hold on tight,” he warns, then he leans forward and puts his lips on me. He sucks on my clit, hard.
I buck, trying to get away.
It—it hurts.
My hands grip the skirt of my dress. I wriggle at the feel of his teeth on me, but he just bites my inner thigh.
I moan. The back of my head hits the wall.
He pulls away, groaning, and suddenly I’m in the air. I hold on to his shoulders while he carries me to the bed, tossing me on it and following.
I swallow, moving backward.
“You like it when I hurt you.” He pushes my dress up again. “You’re going to come with my tongue inside you.”
My shoulder blades hit the headboard.
He goes back down on me, his tongue sliding through my folds. My back comes off the bed, pleasure spreading through me. The bite on my thigh pulses. He thrusts his tongue into me.
“You’re wicked,” I whimper.
He trades his tongue for fingers, and his mouth goes back to my clit, biting and sucking.
It doesn’t take long for the sensation to build and build and build.
He thrusts into me with his tongue again, fucking me with his mouth just like he said he would.
I shatter, moaning his name. It’s unbearable.
There’s a gleam in his eye.
He’s not finished.
I collapse back as two fingers slide into me, hitting my G-spot with deadly accuracy. I can’t control my hips, which begin to rock into him. My eyes close, and I lose track of where he is.
That’s my mistake.
He pushes in another finger, spreading me wider, and licks my clit. It’s so fucking slow, every stroke makes me tremble.
“Caleb,” I groan, trying to push his head away. It’s too much. My legs tingle.
“Give it to me,” he growls.
His finger, wet from being inside me, slips back, teasing my asshole. He pushes inside at the same time that he slides his tongue into me.
The sensation is overwhelming. Another orgasm crashes over me, and my legs shake. I keep coming.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, turning my head to the side. He just stuck his finger in my...
He smirks. “You can call me that, if you want.”
“Ass.” I’m panting. I’m pretty sure I can’t move.
“Wasn’t that worth waiting for?”
Who would’ve thought two weeks was a long time to go without sex? And not just sex—any orgasms. My stomach is still bruised, but it doesn’t hurt much anymore. The limited activity order has done wonders.
“Yes,” I manage.
He gets up and hauls me up, too. “Get naked.”
I gulp.
More?
I unbuckle my heels, more than happy to be rid of them, and my dress follows. It puddles on the floor around me. I throw it on the back of the chair.
Caleb comes out of the bathroom.
I go in and pee, then contemplate taking down my hair. It’s a little messy from the dancing and what just happened. Still, it’s not a bad look. I analyze the rest of my body. My stomach’s bruises are yellow and green, with some spots still light purple or red. There’s a bite mark on my breast.
I’ve had Ian’s bite mark on my wrist covered with makeup. The scratches on my arm have healed, except for a few deeper gouges that scabbed over.
In another few weeks, I’ll be whole again.
Caleb opens the door, meeting my eyes in the mirror. He’s naked.
He comes and stands behind me, touching his own mark on my breast. When I told him I liked pain. His hand glides down my arm, closing over the bracelet on my wrist. He wears his on the same arm.
“I’m really fucking glad you decided to wear your own version of a crown.” He kisses my neck.
I tip my head to the side. I guess I didn’t think about that implication. But the more I think about it, the more… I like it.
He peppers kisses down my shoulder, lifting my arm. His lips hover over the bracelet.
“Did you mean it?”
I shake my head. “Did I mean what?”
“That you wanted to marry me. When we were nine.”
“We were eight,” I murmur. “And yes, I did mean it. I wanted a future with you.”
Our eyes collide in the mirror again, and this time...
“You have stickers on your boobs,” he says.
I jerk, then burst out laughing. I had forgotten about them. I peel them off, then slip past him. I grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the living room and cross to the windows. We’re high enough that there’s no chance of anyone spying the naked girl.
Top floor.
Caleb’s reflection appears behind me again. He uses his foot to widen my stance, and he bends me forward. I automatically put my hands on the window to keep my balance.
He pushes into me without a word.
I bite my lip, trapping my whimper behind my teeth.
Two can play that game.
There’s always a game between us.
He thrusts faster, stoking something hot between us. His hand reaches around me, and his fingers find my clit again.
It’s sore. Everything is sore.
I bite my lip harder. He can’t win this, too.
I push back to meet his pace. His finger on my clit, rubbing fast little circles, is insistent.
His other hand slides into my hair, keeping my head up. I see us in the reflection, my whole body moving with every slam. And beyond us, a city that couldn’t give a damn. Students filter out below us.
He changes angles, rolling his hips, and I can’t take it anymore. I let out a whimper.
His hand moves from my hair to around my neck. He pulls me so I’m almost upright, then growls and picks up the pace. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
“I can’t,” I pant.
“Fuck,” he growls, biting my shoulder. “Scream, Margo.”
I do. I tip my head back and scream his name, abandoning all self-control. My legs tremble while the orgasm rolls through me. I squeeze my eyes shut.