Beautifully Mine

by Tara Lee

  “Mr. Eaton has asked that you be aware of trespassing on his property and if it happens again he will press charges.”

  I look down at the papers, catching something about charges and last warning.

  I bite down on my lip and shake my head.

  “ I was typing to help—”

  “Yeah, help a friend, that’s what they all say.”

  “Listen, fuckers, you have no idea who the fuck I am, so I’ll let that slide for now, but I promise you, if my friend gets hurt because you dragged me away, all hell will break loose.”

  They chuckle like I’m telling one big fucking joke, that is until their names are called.

  “Clark, Marina, what are you doing?”

  They both turn at the voice bellowing at them.

  “Caught this guy at the Eaton residence, sir, trying to get in.”

  I catch a glimpse of an older man, balding, eyeing me with caution.

  “Do you have any idea the implications you just caused.”

  I almost argue with him when I realize he’s not speaking to me, but he’s speaking to dickwad one and dickwad two.

  The fear on the older man's face is enough to make the twisted smile on mine deepen.

  The man who I guess is the captain scolds both the officers with a fierce look that tells them they have fucked up.

  “But, sir.”

  “Let this man go right now.”

  I eye him wondering what the fuck is happening.

  “He’s...” Officer Dickwad Two says.

  “I don’t care what this man did, you will uncuff him and let him go.” The captain’s anger is not to be missed as my cuffs fall to the table in front of me.

  “I guess you're free to go,” Officer Marina tells me.

  Even though I’m delighted to finally get the fuck out of here, I’m still a little confused, I gather my things, not glancing at the idiots who arrested me.

  “I’m sorry for the confusion, Mr. Demetrius.” the captain says, shaking my hand.

  “That’s fine.” I grind my teeth, hating him calling me by my father's name. I went by my mother’s maiden name for a reason. But now it’s out in the open, I guess I have to get used to my father’s name once again.

  I start to walk away, eager to get the fuck out of here and go find Callie.

  My ears perk up when hushed whispers rustle throughout the precinct. Every officer adverts their eyes when I walk past. Just before I open the doors to freedom, the captain says.

  “That is Pasquale Demetrius’ boy.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes, fuck indeed.”

  I smirk as I walk away. So my father has some pull in the police department. Guess he’s not a total failure.

  Little do they know, I’m now in charge.

  I’d spent all night in my room crying, and coming downstairs this morning, I felt like a hostage. My parents have no right to keep me here, and I’m done feeling sorry for myself.

  I halt when I see not only my parents sitting at the table for breakfast but Eric as well, like he belongs there. I feel sick to my stomach, and just as I’m about to turn and flee, my father’s voice stops me.

  “Finally joining us Calista. Sit.”

  I slowly enter the dining room and slide into the only seat that’s empty, right next to Eric. I swallow and place my hands on my lap under the table to hide my shaking hands.

  Eric winks at me, actually making vomit rise in my throat. I swallow it down, almost choking on it. Okay, maybe I’m not as tough as I thought.

  “Last night we had an unexpected guest on our property. Now, I was all for you being in New York, living the college life as you so put it. But I will not be disrespected in my own home.

  “That man will be charged with trespassing if he so as much steps foot near my front gate again.” Father’s voice booms around the room.

  I can tell this has upset him very much.

  But wait, did he say, man? What man is he talking about?

  “I don’t understand.” It comes out as a whisper, and I hate how it falters, all because of the man sitting next to me.

  “Your little friend from last night, some man in an Impala who thought he’d simply be let in because he knew your name.”

  My father's face says he meant business.

  Man in an Impala? Oh my God, Bishop came here. He actually came to get me. A small smile plays on my lips as I think of him coming to my rescue yet again.

  He came? He actually came to rescue me. I want to jump on the table and cry out that he came for me.

  My father throws down his napkin. I jump slightly.

  “You will marry Eric, forget about New York and be the damn heiress you were born to be.” This time my father raises his voice so loud my mother jumps.

  “I will not marry him.” I eye Eric with disgust.

  “Come now, sweetheart.” Eric tries to grab my hand on my lap, but I shake him off.

  “I will die before marrying you.” I hiss.

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Calista. Eric can give you an amazing life, full of riches and vacations some people only dream of.”

  “I don’t care, I will never marry him.” I stand abruptly and rush for the front door.

  I reach for the handle to find it’s locked. Are you kidding me?

  “You can’t keep me here against my will Father,” I scream.

  “I think I can, daughter.” He stands behind me with his hands in his pockets.

  Eric stands proudly next to him with a shit-eating grin to match his cool and collected posture.

  “If you think that by keeping me here it will make me change my mind about Eric, then you're going to be waiting a very long time.”

  My father sighs.

  “I only want what's best for you, darling.”

  I shake my head in disgust.

  “If that’s true, it’s not him.”

  My father looks over Eric as if he’s missing something.

  Oh, you're missing a hell of a lot, Father.

  “I gave you until you turned twenty one Calista. You are two months shy of that.”

  “I will not marry just to make you happy, Father. Doesn’t my happiness count for something?” A soft cry leaves me, and I cover my mouth trying to stop it, but no such luck.

  “You have two months, Calista, then you will come home and marry Eric.” He holds up his hand, stopping me as my mouth opens.

  “I will hear no more of it. You are my daughter, and Eric comes from the best family. You two will make a powerful couple.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat, and a tear falls down my cheek as my father nods and the front door is opened.

  “He may not have been my first choice, but he will do nonetheless”

  I see the pained expression on Eric's face from my father’s little reveal, but again that means Eric’s words are true; my father had someone else picked for me, but who? And what happened to make him choose Eric instead?

  “I will see you here in two months, Calista. I expect to not have to come for you.” His warning is clear;

  Don’t mess this up.

  I don’t bother saying goodbye to my parents or Eric. I run out the door and finally to freedom. Tears stream down my face as the realization of what my future holds comes crashing down.

  My life is coming to an end as I know it, and I have no idea where to even begin to fix this.

  I’m screwed; I’m going to be forced to marry Eric and live unhappy and miserable as his wife, bearing him children and living a life of lies ,day in and day out.

  Why did Bishop have to come into my life and show me there is more out in the world? If only he could save me right now. But I think his time as my knight in shining armor has come to an end.

  Why would he want to be a part of this messed-up-shit storm that is my life?

  I really wish I could escape it all, just be someone else for once.

  I call Luna, crying uncontrollably as I head into my apartment.

  “Ca
llie babe, you need to take a deep breath, okay. I’m coming over.”

  “No,” I whine.

  “Stay, you have Madden, I don’t want to put you out.”

  Luna scoffs as if what I just said was bizarre.

  “Callie, you’re my best friend, you were there for me. Let me be there for you?”

  I sigh and slide my key into my door.

  “Okay, fine, maybe a night with my best friend will cheer me up.”

  “Great, I’ll see you soon.” She makes a mwah sound and hangs up.

  I’m utterly exhausted and beyond livid with my parents for how they treated me.

  I’m just some pawn in my father’s agenda and my feelings mean nothing to him.

  A shadow appears near my window, and I let out a blood-curdling scream.

  “Geez, brat, calm down.” Bishop’s gravelly voice fills the empty space. He raises his hands, grabbing my shoulders, holding me in place.

  I stare into his darkened eyes as they look me over, and the way they trail down my body sends goosebumps across my heated skin.

  My heart is racing so fast, and I am pretty sure it’s about to leap onto the floor.

  I hold my hand over my chest, trying to calm the rhythmic beating.

  “Hey, I’m sorry.” Bishop folds his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest, his own heart-beat a little faster than normal.

  “You’re okay?” He breathes me in like he won’t believe I’m okay if I wasn’t practically glued to his chest right now.

  My cheeks warm as my face gets crushed into his chest.

  “Bish, I can’t breathe.” My voice is soft, but he manages to hear me.

  “Oh shit.” He pulls me back, checking me over, trying to find anything out of place.

  He runs his fingers across my face, memorizing every feature.

  “I came.” He smiles down at me as my eyes flutter closed at his touch.

  I know,I want to tell him.

  It reminds me of what I can't have. I draw back as if he burnt me, holding my arms around myself.

  “Callie?” Bishop tries to hold me in place, almost caging me in.

  My hands press on his chest, giving myself some space.

  His hair is disheveled, his eyes have dark circles under them, and I’m almost certain he’s been going out of his mind.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper because in reality I want him here, it just hurts too much. This man holds so much power over me.

  The unshed tears I was barely holding fall down my cheeks. I wipe frantically at them, trying to hide them, but it’s too late.

  Bishop grabs the back of my neck and slams his lips to mine. His tongue tangles with mine in an all-consuming, sensual kiss.

  My fists grip his shirt, pushing him away but tugging him closer at the same time. He growls and then lifts me with no effort, carrying me to the bedroom.

  “I need you, brat,” he breathes when he finally removes his lips from mine.

  He hardens under me. My tears have dried up, and in their place is want and need. Lust for this man. It consumes me.

  “Callie?” Bishop is asking, he's not forcing this. When has Bishop ever asked me?

  “You don’t know what you’re asking.” I grip his shoulder as he slowly places me on the bed. He doesn’t give me long before he’s over top of me, caging me in again.

  “Did something happen?”

  I tear my gaze away; those pesky tears are back again.

  Bishop’s fingers curl around my chin, dragging my gaze back to his.

  I can’t look at him, I can’t see what his eyes hold.

  Not for me.

  I can’t tell him, I can’t. I don’t want to see pity in his eyes. If Bishop looks at me like I’m fragile, I won't be able to handle it.

  I let out a soft whimper as I hold back the pain of knowing what happened.

  “Tell me.” He holds my chin in place, forcing my eyes to his.

  I lift my hand to his cheek, caressing it ever so softly, the last of my hesitation unraveling. I’m afraid to even utter the words.

  So instead, I utter the only ones I can think of.

  “Make me forget.” It comes out strangled, but I know he hears every word.

  Bishop touches his nose to mine, and his fingers wipe away my tears.

  “You’ll only remember me, piccolina, remember the way I touch you, the way I make you feel, the way you drive me crazy.”

  Bishop trails soft kisses along my neck. He weaves his fingers into my hair, tugging slightly so my head tilts back. His tongue latches on to my neck as he sucks, then bites down hard, nibbling on my skin. He leaves soft kisses to take away the burn from his teeth. My leg wraps around his waist, his cock digs further into my hip, but he moves it, making me moan out loud when he hits my center with so much force I almost come on the spot.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m so fucking hard for you.” He grabs himself through his pants, but I need more.

  I slide my shoes off my feet and then hook them, pulling his pants down.

  Bishop chuckles, helping me dispose of his pants, and kisses me as hard as he can.

  “So eager, brat. Patience, my love. I’ll have you creaming my cock in no time.”

  I whine at the loss of Bishop pressing into me.

  “Please” I beg. My arms wrap around his neck, dragging him into me. I need him to make me forget.

  “Fuck.” Bishop leans up and rips his shirt over his head with one arm while the other grips my hip.

  “Such a needy brat. You want my cock, baby?”

  My teeth tug on my lip as I nod.

  “Spread those legs wide, baby, I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”

  His stern voice along with those dirty words make me come undone. I whimper, and my entire body shivers, Bishop shreds my panties with his fingers and slams home in one thrust. I scream out in pleasure and throw my head back. I arch my back off the bed, and Bishop lifts me, his hands going under my ass, going so deep I let out a strangled whimper.

  I grip the sheets so hard while Bishop holds me up, taking everything he wants.

  “Oh God,” I moan.

  Bishop growls and rips my shirt, revealing my breasts. He yanks down my bra. His teeth graze my nipple. He bites down hard, and I cry out, my orgasm building.

  He rides me harder, faster, as deep as he can go.

  I’m chasing the high with him, sweat dripping around us. We both pant, unable to stop until we both reach the point of no return.

  “Fuck, brat.” Bishop roars and slams into me so deep he jolts me up the bed.

  “Argh.” I scream, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Bishop.” I moan as I feel it.

  “I can’t be soft, baby, fuck I can’t.”

  “I just need you.” I lift my head, kissing him.

  He wraps his fingers around my throat, and squeezes just how he knows I like it.

  A garbled cry gets stuck in my throat. Bishop pulls out and then slams back inside. He rides me with powerful, unrelenting strokes, each one deeper than the last.

  “I- I’m...” I whisper.

  “Callie, fuck.” Bishop's hands clamp around my hip and throat.

  I scream his name over and over, an orgasm so powerful ripping through me, I almost blackout.

  White light flashes in front of my eyes. Bishop roars his release into me. He holds me in place and empties inside me.

  We both fall into a heap, covered in sweat and each other. Bishop cups my face and kisses me with more than he ever has. This kiss is different.

  He pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “You’re mine, Callie, one day you’ll understand.” He runs his nose down my cheek.

  I smile, my fingers tracing his tattoos and I catch my breath.

  “I’m addicted to you, brat. You’re mine.”

  Bishop does as he promised. I lose count of the orgasms he gives me. By the time we drift off to sleep, I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten my name.<
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  I look over at Callie curled up beside me, the essence of beauty right next to me. What I ever did in this life to deserve her I’ll never know, but that’s what I plan on doing. Keeping her,

  she is mine.

  She’s frowning in her sleep, and even though she’d never admit it, I heard her whimper in her sleep last night. As soon as I wrapped her in my arms and ran my nose over her shoulder as I placed soft kisses against her warm skin, she smiled and sighed.