Hold on. Where the f**k was everyone? I freaked as my eyes took in the locked door and the quiet emptiness around me. The music had become mere background noise.
“We’re all alone here, in case you were wondering.”
What the shit? I couldn’t be trapped in here with him or I’d go bonkers. My eyes immediately darted towards the door again before I hastily moved towards it, however Callum immediately blocked me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist as he pushed me against the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wall.
Holy mother, I yelped when I thought the force would break the mirror, but what really terrified me more was Callum. I kept choking on my breath each time his breath hit my lips. The demented man was so close that he was giving me panic attack.
“We won’t be out of here until I call someone.” His eyes dropped to my lips, biding time. “I had the management make it look like the bathroom was out of order. For a specified time.”
Even with breathlessness, I mustered enough courage to ask him a question. “How the heck did you manage to get that done in less than fifteen minutes?”
Callum’s nose inched closer until the tip of his nose touched the bottom of my lip, caressing it. “I own the club.”
Of course he did. No wonder he knew where I was. His wealth gave him power and I hated that he was using it to get his way with me. I knew what he wanted. I could smell it on him. He was after one thing and that was sex. If he thought he could lock us in here for a quickie, he could think again. He couldn’t have Zara and me together. It just wouldn’t happen.
“Right, I forgot you own a lot of things,” I said, heavy with sarcasm.
My heart palpitated when he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Certainly. In case you forgot, I own you, too.” His dark eyes engulfed me whole as he pressed his chest against my own. “And while we’re on that subject, let me tell you how livid I am that you’re acting like a loose trollop!”
That did it! I suddenly was just as incensed as he was. “What the hell is it to you?”
He growled in my face, caging me in as he planted both of his hands on the sides of my head, his face dark with fury. “Because it’s doing my head in! Because I’m bloody jealous of every guy that f**king dares to look at you!” he spat at my face, unrelenting. His chest heaved while I watched, entranced at his passionate nature. When he spoke again, his voice was a mere whisper. “Because I can’t fathom the thought of you desiring another man.” He slowed down, capturing me with a new kind of intensity that left me breathless. “I saw you, Stella.”
I knew I shouldn’t be feeling guilty because I wasn’t with him, but dammit, I felt the guilt in my heart and it weighed me down. Callum was pushing through my exterior and, what little armor I had, was in a dire state. I couldn’t let him see what I had hidden inside because he’d see me differently and I didn’t want that.
“Stop messing with me, Cal.” Please, I beg of you.
Maybe it was the way I said the words or maybe he felt the need to breathe, but I was relieved when he got himself off me and gave me a couple feet of space. The room between us caused him to eye my outfit again, taking in my pushed up br**sts in the lace corset, the tiny skirt and the strappy heels that wrapped around my legs. I watched as he smoldered with lust, need and fury all at once.
“Why are you dressed like a prostitute?” he wondered out loud.
If he was trying to sound insulting, he had failed miserably. I knew what my outfit was doing to him. I didn’t need to see his bulge to confirm it because his eyes alone were enough indication of what he wanted to do to me.
“Why? Is it too daring for your taste, Mr. Kensington?” I taunted, trying to hide a smile.
“You find this amusing?”
“Maybe.”
Callum stared at me for a few seconds before smirking. “Stella… how you drive me crazy.” I smiled at him for the first time tonight and when our gazes crossed paths, he became a little more serious. “Come home with me, Stella. It’s been lonely sleeping without you next to me.”
Damn, he just didn’t waste any time did he? “Callum, seriously. You need to stop this.” I was getting really tired. I was far beyond emotional exhaustion. The more he pushed, the more difficult it was for me to fight back. Callum was relentless and kept barreling in, uncaring even after I asked him to stop.
“I just want you home. That’s all.” He searched through my depths. “I love sleeping when you’re next to me. Waking up with you curling up to me was one of the things I loved about mornings.” He paused, closing the gap between us. “You liked living with me. How can you deny us from being together?”
“Because I’d done what you asked me not to do.” He had warned me, but I didn’t pay heed. Now he was about to know what I’d kept for so long. “I’m in love with you, Cal.” I gave him a brave though shaky smile. “I’m bent and fallen head over heals, crazy in lust with no room to breathe in love with you.”
When he didn’t respond and kept staring at me, frozen like he was a damn statue, I took it as a sign of rejection. He did tell me not to fall for him. Now it was my turn to warn him not to worry. I wasn’t going to propose that we were going to live happily ever after, nor was I going to ask for his babies. He could scratch all of that. I knew he was thinking crazy ideas at the moment and I needed for him to see that I wasn’t going to act on it. In fact, it was the total opposite.
“It’s fine, so you shouldn’t worry because I’m still learning the ropes. I mean, I’ve never been in love before, but from what I’ve seen and witnessed, I’m sure it’ll go away if I give it some time.”
“Like the f**k it would! I won’t let you!” he fiercely gritted out. “I want your love, in my hands, in my arms, next to me, every night. So, no, you don’t get to say that you’re wishing it away because I’m claiming that heart of yours, Stella.” Callum had barely finished speaking before he plunged his tongue into my mouth, devouring my lips like they were candy. My legs parted as he nestled in between them, grinding both of our sexes together, dry humping me. “I’m so crazy for you.”
I was lost; genuinely and equivocally lost in him. My arms and legs clung onto him like the shameless wanton woman that I was. Our need overrode everything and I fell deeply into Callum’s spell, losing the ground I had held for myself as I surrendered to the passion we both ignited.