Beautifully Mine

by Tara Lee

  2 years later.

  Love is a hopeless battle between two worlds.

  Because in my world you never fall in love. Women are a means to an end. Heirs.

  A woman’s duty, according to my father, is to give me sons to carry on our legacy.

  The only problem is I craved one woman in particular, and no matter what, she’s firmly placed in the cells of my brain.

  My father may think love is powerless, useless, and unrewarding.

  But Callie, Callie is more.

  She may be a bargaining tool for my father to double-cross hers, but the moment I saw her, she was the one. My heart decided a long time ago Callie Eaton is mine.

  No one will take that away from me.

  I knew meeting Ethan at the bar was a terrible fucking idea. He’d came here telling me he’s winning back his girl's heart. I hate to see him so torn up, but seeing them together, I know it is only a matter of time.

  I just hope these crazy kids see how good they are together before something ruins it.

  Ethan’s just like me. Well, like I used to be. Addiction and pain run through his veins. I know that feeling all too well.

  The way it courses through your body, stealing your breath away. Silencing the pain.

  I stare at Callie on the dance floor, at the way her hips move and the way her ass looks in that dress. It stirs my cock to a full fucking hard-on.

  I knew this was a bad idea.

  I still have two years before I claim Callie; I’ve gotten word her father has backed out of the deal.

  My father could confirm nor deny it. I think he likes seeing me seething. He knows bringing out the monster in me makes me do stupid shit.

  As I watch her dance, I promise myself I’ll be with Callie just this one time. My eyes devour her much like every man here.

  Walking toward her, I want to end this night with my cock buried deep inside her. I shoot at cold stare at every man looking in her direction, telling them to back the fuck off.

  Callie’s eyes meet mine from across the dance floor. We met briefly before, and I can see the way she eye-fucks me and the way she rakes her gaze down my body.

  So claiming her early wouldn’t be a problem.

  The only problem is she can never know that I’ve had eyes on her since she was sixteen.

  Lying to her isn't smart, and trying to sink deep inside her isn't smart either. But fuck it, who the hell is going to tell me no?

  I’m Bishop Demetrius. I may not claim that name here, hiding the real me, but underneath the facade, it’s who I really am.

  Monster. Mafios. Asshole.

  Ethan doesn't even know I’m a Demetrius. Heck his dad is Lorenzo Vincent—, I’d known that, kept it to myself, too. Ethan told me recently, and I acted as surprised as I could.

  Being Lorenzo’s son is just as bad as being Pasquale Demetrius' son. The one thing Ethan and I have in common is how we despise our fathers.

  I promise myself I’ll be with Callie just this one time.

  Just this once, so I know what sinking into her tight pussy feels like.

  My biggest mistake is thinking once I have her, I can give her up.

  I may be Bishop Demetrius, but even I can’t control what Callie Eaton does to my body. More so, there is no way I can control my heart when it comes to the one woman I know I shouldn’t want.

  Only problem is, even if she doesn’t know it yet, she is beautifully mine.

  Present

  I look over at the sheet and see a very naked Callie lying next to me.

  My cock decides to wake up ready for another round, at the same time Callie stirs.

  Down boy.

  We went at it all night. This seems to be our new norm. She calls me when she has an itch to scratch, and I call her when I want a warm body to take to bed and fuck all night long.

  It works for us.

  Until she turns twenty-one, then she’s mine.

  I lean back with my hands behind my head and let out a breath.

  When Callie rolls over, the sheet falls down, revealing those perky tits of hers.

  The ones I had in my mouth last night. The ones that have love bites to prove it.

  “Thanks for a great night, cowboy.”

  She sits up and leans down to grab one of my shirts from the floor. She gets up and heads to the bathroom covering those tits from my sight.

  “I had those in my mouth last night, brat, no need to cover them. I've personalized myself very well with every inch.”

  She flicks me off behind her back, leaving me to chuckle.

  What a damn shame.

  The sheet sits just covering my cock. The obvious bulge does nothing to hide the way my cock feels about Callie.

  He likes her a lot and loves those things she does with her tongue.

  I lift my arms above my head, making my six-pack stretch. It catches Callie’s eye as she walks out of the bathroom dressed and ready to bolt. I don’t miss the sudden change of shade on her cheeks.

  “See something you like, brat?” I wink and chuckle as she shakes her head and throws a pair of socks at my head.

  I try to catch them but only just miss.

  “It’s nothing new, cowboy, and trust me, it's nothing to brag about.”

  Ouch.

  “Damn, baby, you wound me.” I clutch my chest for effect.

  “I think you will survive, Bishop. Besides, your ego is big enough for the entire male population of New York City.” She rushes putting her clothes on, hiding as much of her skin from me as she can.

  She’s not wrong.

  I stand, letting the sheet fall off me, revealing my fully erect cock saluting Callie.

  I don’t miss the way’s Callie’s eyes trail south or the intake of breath she takes to hide her fluster.

  “Don’t forget to lock up on the way out, brat.” I wink and walk past her to take a leak, slapping her taut perky ass on my way by.

  She lets out a little squeak, catching herself before she falls over her own feet, and my balls tighten.

  I smirk, knowing how frustrated she is. She grabs her bag and phone and heads for the door, not letting me see the way her body scatters with goosebumps at my touch.

  “By the way, Bishop.”

  She huffs in a sassy tone that gets my dick even harder. How that’s possible I’ll never know, but sure enough, he’s bone-fucking-hard.

  “That was the last time. You just lost out on this great ass.''

  Lies.

  Callie snips over her shoulder and gives her ass a little slap for effect. My cock shudders at the memories of last night, doing that exact thing over and over again as she screamed my name as she came.

  That’s what you think, piccolina- little one.

  “See you at the same time in a couple days, darling,” I call out and blow her a kiss. Anger ripples through the air like a tidal wave.

  “Fuck you,” she snaps, knowing I’m right.

  “Anytime, brat, you have my number,” I yell.

  The door slams in my face.

  I chuckle and shake my head.

  Every damn time. At least the sex is out of this world. Callie becomes this wild sex goddess whenever we get naked.

  Not that my dick is complaining, he enjoys her craziness. She’s a brat, but she’s a brat who knows how to give great head.

  Two days, that’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen Callie. Maybe I’m extra horny, or maybe my dick just doesn’t answer to anyone but Callie now. She hasn’t had the privilege of meeting my insane counterpart yet, and I’m trying to hold the monster at bay as long as I can. It’s proving difficult when she defies me at every turn.

  The brat declined my call yesterday and sent it straight to voicemail, and the unanswered text I sent sits waiting for a reply. It’s starting to piss me off. My urge to control is on a short leash.

  I know she has school and work, but fuck, two days. Two fucking days is the most we have gone without a hookup since we started this thing almost two year
s ago.

  I remember the night I saw her. Ethan and I had gone out to a club, and low and behold, his girl Luna walks in with Callie beside her.

  Little did any of them know I knew all about Callie Eaton. I didn’t care that I had to wait, but I knew I’d have her under me by the end of the night, screaming my name, and sure enough, four orgasms later, she was.

  I’m not a showboating asshole—, okay, maybe a little— but hey, I’m good at fucking and eating pussy. My reputation precedes me. The years of waiting haven’t been easy, because as much as she was promised to me, my dick had needs, and Callie isn't ready for them.

  Is she really ready for me now? Probably not, but her twenty-first birthday approaches, and I will stop at nothing to claim her as mine.

  This isn’t like us to go this long without some sort of midnight call or three a.m. banter to fuck the anger out of each other. Of course, Callie has no idea we didn’t meet by destiny or fate. No, it isn't even dumb luck.

  The life I’ve been pretending to live isn’t my real world. I just hit thirty, and any day now I’ll be taking my fathers place and gaining full control. The possessive bastard in me is loving the fact we get to control everything very soon, and little to my father’s knowledge, he will fall, and so will many other people.

  I like corruption as much as the next guy, but my father has taken it a step too far. One I plan to right, as soon as I can.

  Callie doesn’t know her place yet, and I know she'll fight me at every turn.

  I had been careful to never share anything about my past, to never show emotions, because when emotions get involved everything falls apart. Sex is a way to tame the monster inside me. I could deny it at every turn, but I am a Demetrius after all.

  Why I give a shit she’s ignoring me I’ll never know. She’ll get over whatever shit that’s got her pussy in a twist and come begging for my cock, just like always. The feeling of control is strong; the urge to bang on her door and throw her cave-man style over my shoulder is fucking strong.

  The need to have her under me and wet for me is something I’ll never be able to control.

  I fight the urge to text her to grow the fuck up. Callie’s a brat, a spoiled princess, I’m used to her tantrums and her snarky comments, because let's face it, who else is going to put up with all that bullshit? Why I have for so long beats me, but again, it saves beating myself off. Why stoop so low when I can have fresh pussy at my beck and call? She gets over it quickly enough. The will to keep my real identity a secret is becoming weaker with the more time I spend with her.

  Callie must never know my real last name. Not yet.

  She’ll never forgive me, especially if she knows I already knew who she was the moment I laid eyes on her. Luna being her best friend is a coincidence; my little brat is destined to be mine.

  The day I see her for the first time, I may have been apprehensive of the idea of her, but soon enough, she will be mine. The secret is the easy part; it's the struggle of lying about who I am that drives me to the brink of exploding.

  My father may be many things, and even to some I’m just the same, I’m a carbon copy of him, but at least my heart isn’t filled with hate. My life has never been my own. I had become a part of something much bigger the moment I was born. This world, the world I’m destined to be a part of, isn’t the lifestyle for everyone. I’m going to lose Callie to this world.

  I want her to stay, but my conscience wants to push her away. I know logically it is the right thing to do. She will hate me, even love me, but she has to choose on her own. I know I won’t survive in this world.

  Not without my queen.

  I sigh letting my thoughts about the one woman who has my stomach twisted with knots diminish for another day.

  I plug my earphones in, drowning out the world. Music has become my savior. My vice.

  It used to be drugs. I was into some heavy shit back in the day and had put myself in a pretty bad situation. I finally hit rock bottom about five years ago. I’d do whatever I could do to get drugs, even working for my father to get said drugs.

  Even after the hell he put me through. He knew he had me then. I haven’t escaped since. He’s given me time, but one day soon I will need to take his place.

  My life had spiraled after my mother was murdered the night she was taken from me. He may as well have ended mine, too. Would have saved me the pain and suffering.

  My hand sketches the outline of a tiger. The beast's body takes shape, and my mind goes to a place where drawing takes all that pain away, if only for a moment.

  I found drawing when I became sober for the hundredth time.

  After I left and actually got out of the life my father had laid out for me for the first time. He found me, he always knew where I went. I had a deadline, so to speak, and the moment he retired, I was to step up.

  He’d tried to make me his second, but he knew, if given the choice I’d stay out of this life and never look back. Knowing my life would change soon had made me nervous; I had put it off for as long as I could.

  It makes me cautious of who I bring around, and I know I should end things with Callie, wait until her birthday. But the feel of her around me makes it pretty damn hard.

  Drawing is my outlet, the way I cope with a lot of things. I love the feeling of creating something from nothing, the way the pencil moves in my hand and the shape forms from my mind to the paper in a matter of moments.

  Eminem sings to me in my ears, and I bop my head slightly as the beat takes me under.

  My phone vibrates, and I drop my pencil to look at the message.

  Callie: U busy tonight?

  Typical Gen Z. Oh, did I forget to mention there’s a little bit of an age gap between Callie and me? What can I say, she wants me, and I want her.

  Yeah, she’s twenty and I’m thirty. Age is only a number and only matters if you let it.

  Me: Did you really abbreviate you?

  Callie: Don’t be an ass. (angry face emoji)

  Me: I happen to like your ass. (Winky face emoji)

  Callie: Never mind.

  Me: Piccolina, just messing with you? I’m never to busy for you.

  Callie: Stop calling me THAT!

  Me: Why, when it gets you so fired up and gets me an angry fuck.

  Callie: I hate you, Bishop.

  Me: Why lie to yourself, princess, you know that’s simply not true.

  The little dots appear and reappear, and it seems like she’s actually so pissed at me she’s never going to reply, but low and behold, finally she does.

  Callie: Meet you at your place in an hour.

  Me: Can’t wait. I’m horny as fuck. Wear something sexy, and no panties. (Winky face emoji.)

  Callie: When are you not horny? And I make no promises. (Kissy face emoji.)

  Me: Don’t anger the beast, woman.

  Callie: Oooh, so scary.

  Me: You're so getting it when I see you.

  Callie: That’s what I'm counting on, cowboy. (Winky face and kissy face emojis.)

  I chuckle and finish up my sketch with a very hard cock. Damn, that woman knows how to drive me crazy. Even in texts she knows how to rile me up. And I was being serious. She is so copping it tonight. I try to control my inner beast, the one I know is in there.

  I am, after all, my father’s son.

  As much as I hate the fact, it is a fact, simple. I can run all I like, but nothing will change who my father is.

  By the time I get home. I am so wound up and my dick is rock-fucking-hard, and until Callie gets here to wrap those pretty lips around him, he plans on staying that way. I’m a cocky fucker, but I know I have her, knew I just needed time. Time that is running out.

  There’s a knock at the door, and for the first time in two days, I smile. Fuck why the hell am I smiling like a damn idiot?

  She has no clue her fate is already sealed.

  I open the door, and not only does my face fall, but so does my cock.

  “What the fuck are you do
ing here?” The anger coils inside me like a snake as my palm wraps around the door until my knuckles turn white.

  “Long time no see, capo-boss.”

  “The fuck it is.”

  And before I know it, he barges in, slapping my back, chuckling as he makes himself at home. He takes a seat on the couch, propping his feet onto the coffee table in front of him.