by Tara Lee
His eyes trail down the length of my curves and meet back at my eyes.
“I thought I was strong enough, thought I could handle it. Turns out I'm weak,” I say.
His hand grips my hip, pulling me into him, while the other travels up and caresses my cheek. His thumb slides over my bottom lip, feeling the plumpness I know he loves so much.
“You are far from weak, baby. Just because you need me to save you, doesn't make you weak.”
“I hate that you lied to me.” Tell me, I want to scream. Say the words.
My eyes fill with unshed tears, and I hate that he's the reason for them.
He lied to save himself, to hide from his past, but I found out, and not the way he wanted me to, I bet. I swallow the lump in my throat as his fingers thread through my hair. He pulls me toward him so I’m flat against his chest.
“I will never forgive myself for lying to you, but know I was protecting you.”
I shake my head and bite my lip. It’s all too much.
“Were you really protecting me, Bishop? Or were you protecting yourself so you didn't have to share your deepest, darkest secrets with me?”
He chuckles and places his forehead to mine.
“You know I love that you call me out on my shit, right?”
I can’t help but smile, and I know it takes everything in him to not kiss and devour my lips.
“You love that I challenge you, Bishop, that's all.”
He kisses me then. His lips collide into mine and take everything.
I softly moan, Bishop slips his tongue in and devours me. This kiss is different from anything we’ve ever shared. My breath hitches as he deepens the kiss.
He brushes the backs of his fingers along my cheek, tipping my face up toward his, his hand settling on my hip. Nothing else matters in this moment. The way Bishop kisses me with such urgency makes me believe he will die if he doesn’t steal this kiss from me.
He pulls back, making me sigh. His cock twitches against my stomach. He watches as my eyes flutter open and I stare up at him with a look he can't quite figure out.
“I need to go,”
I whisper and try to leave in a rush with quickened steps, leaving him standing there uncertain, pissed at himself for lying to the one girl who trusted him, and so hard I know he regrets letting me go.
“I'm so fucking doomed,” He hisses.
But I think he has that wrong. It’s me. I’m the one who’s doomed.
Bishop meets me at the car, not letting me get too far from his sight.
He doesn't waver as he slides in and places me on his lap. I go to say something, but he kisses my forehead, gently pushing me to his chest.
“Sleep, brat. I got you.”
And just like that, my exhausted body relaxes, and I sink into his chest as I sniff his shirt.
“Did you just sniff me?” His chin lies on top of my head.
I nod softly, not even a little embarrassed that he caught me.
“I’ve missed your smell.” It’s not a lie, I have, but mixed emotions swell around me, confusing the hell out of what Bishop and I had. It’s not right. It shouldn’t be right?
He’s... he’s not who I thought he was. But I love him.
His chest vibrates with laughter. The car starts to move.
“Then why did you run?”
I nuzzle into his chest, not wanting to answer.
“Brat?” Bishop tugs my hair back ever so gently, making me look into those dazzling eyes that I swear would put even the strongest of women under his spell.
“I got scared.” I’m honest because there is no reason not to tell him the truth.
“Do I scare you?” His thumb brushes over my lip, and I can see in his eyes that all he wants to do is devour me.
I swallow the lump building and break our connection by looking at his chest.
“I need you to be honest, brat, because this life...” He sighs.
Is he giving me an out?
I lift my head and watch the smile vanish from his face as he waits for my answer.
He tries to stroke my arm but stops himself when all I do is stare at him.
I see the moment his eyes dilate with the change in the air.
Finally, I find my voice.
“Yes.”
Bishop cups my face, bringing our lips inches apart. Afraid of him as I am, all I want right now is for him to kiss me again. To take the last month away, to take away the pain and hurt and endless what-if’s.
“I will never hurt you, Callie, never.”
I swallow again.
“Will you hurt other people?”
His gaze becomes hooded, and his shoulders tense.
It’s Bishop’s turn to look away.
I try to slide from his lap, but his fingers dig into my thigh, preventing me.
“You belong with me, Callie.”
“I know.” I lick my lips, feeling a sudden regret.
I should run. But I can’t.
“I was just a deal to you? A prize to be won and claimed.”
“Anything but, piccolina.” Bishop’s fingers caress my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. His stare is intense, yet I can feel his pain.
His breath hitches when he tells me.
“We will get married, Callie.” His voice is void of any emotion this time.
It’s not a request but a demand.
“You want me to marry you, what, because you’re owed it?”
My stupid heart beats at the excitment of officially becoming his. But my mind knows better.
“Regardless if I’m owed it, brat, you are mine, always have been.”
“I’m not a prize to be won or bargained for, Bishop.”
Wow the nerve of this man.
“I will never hurt you, my queen.”
Bishop’s lips brush over mine as he moves in closer. His scent takes over my mind, and my body comes alive. His fingers dig into my skin, and knowing it will surely bruise makes this all so much more than anything we’ve ever shared before.
Did Bishop just call me his queen?
I whimper as his tongue slips into my mouth, and my eyes flutter closed when his other hand gropes my breast over my top. My nipples are so sensitive from all the sexual tension between us, it doesn’t register until Bishop groans that I’ve started grinding over him.
“Fuck, brat.” Bishop sinks his teeth into my lip and hisses.
My body moves on it’s own, grinding harder, feeling Bishop hardening under me. My hormones take over, needing a release.
Bishop grips my hips harder. His mouth covers mine with a kiss so mind-blowing my legs shake under me.
I can’t stop.
I grind my pussy into his thickness as everything else fades away.
Bishop rubs himself under me, giving me friction that causes a whimper to escape.
“Come for me, brat,” he demands, and I do, an earth-shattering explosion that seems like it goes on forever.
I grip Bishop's jacket, my head crushed to his chest, while the last of my orgasm leaves my body, making me into a puddle of goo over Bishop.
I cling to him, too embarrassed to raise my head.
What just happened?
Bishop elevates my chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“Are you disgusted with what I’ve become?”
The car comes to a stop, and I turn. A huge mansion stands outside the window.
I go to nod but stop. I don’t know anymore. The thought of the monster I’ve heard so much about compared to the sweet Bishop I fell for.
Am I disgusted with him?
“I-I...” I stutter, because truly, my brain can’t comprehend a reasonable answer.
Bishop smiles softly, nodding. The door suddenly opens, exposing us in a vulnerable situation.
“Welcome home, my queen.” Bishop helps me off his lap. Not waiting for my answer, he steps out, fixing his jacket and adjusting his very huge bulge.
He holds his hand out for me to take, and even tho
ugh my heart pounds at the thought of what life Bishop leads now, I place my hand in his. Bishop tugs me into the nook of his arm as he accompanies me towards the door.
I feel so small for the first time beside his large body.
Bishop ushers me toward the wooden door that looks like it was made from gods.
Bishop observes me as we walk inside, and I take it all in. My mouth hangs slightly open. I gape over at him, my mouth closes but opens again when I glance around once more.
“This.—”
“Wow.”
I step forward, and he studies me when I stop in the middle of the foyer. The staff view me, and I spin around in a circle, my eyes lifting to the high ceiling, gasping at seeing the expensive gold chandelier hanging from above.
“Bishop.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“It's all yours, my queen.”
His fingers tangle with the back of my head, than he leans in to me. Before giving me space again, he lets my gaze wander in fascination.
This is a house? It’s more like an expensive hotel.
I laugh and shake my head.
“Why me?”
He frowns at my stupid remark. I know he wonders if his actions have not shown me over and over again how much he cares. But my heart still fights it all. Still can’t believe he chose me. After everything.
Bishop steps toward me. His fingers grip my hair, yanking my lips inches from his. He doesn’t care one bit his staff are here to witness; he'll lay claim to me in front of everyone.
“Because no one challenges me like you do, brat, no one fights me, curses me, calls me on my shit like you do. And fuck, no one makes me feel even an inch of what you do.”
I can’t help but smile, but it shows my emotions as I pull my bottom lip in.
He walks me to the stairs and keeps going, not saying hello or even introducing me to many of the staff lingering around.
By the time we enter a room with the biggest bed I have ever seen, the lock clicks, and I turn to see Bishop with his hands in his pockets, devouring me with his eyes.
“Strip.” His order is clear.
Slowly, I skim my fingers over my shirt, gliding it above my head. It feels like no time has passed between us that the last month never happened.
Bishop bites down on his lip as he takes in my lace bra. It’s like he has a direct link to my nipples because the moment I feel his eyes on them, they harden under his gaze.
“Keep going.”
He licks his lips. His eyes swallow me with hunger and lust. My fingers slip into my trousers, sliding them down to the pool at my feet. I step out of them, and as I do, I reach up and unclasp my bra. Freeing my breasts to Bishop’s hungry gaze.
“Leave the panties,” Bishop’s deep voice demands. In two long strides, he’s in front of me, hoisting me and placing me against the wall.
Bishop stands over me, his arms blocking me, his eyes filled with desire, and something very naughty, knowing this man.
My heart races as he moves one hand down my cheek and keeps moving down. His fingers graze over my pebbled nipples, making me gasp, and the knowing look on his face tells me he has me just where he wants me.
“Your words tell me you hate me, brat, but your body tells me otherwise.”
His eyes trail over my body hungrily, just to rub it in.
I find my lip between my teeth, and my back arching into Bishop's chest.
“You may hate me for who I’ve become, but your body loves me, brat, and I’ll be honest, I fucking love it, too.”
He spins me around. His cock digs into my ass; he cups one of my cheeks in his hand and squeezes.
I gasp out loud. He slides my panties across and pushes into me in one sharp thrust.
“Fuck, Callie.”
Bishop growls in my ear.
The way his throaty growl makes me tingle is nothing new.
He slides in and out, dragging himself over my cheeks. His thumb is at my entrance, but I don't stop him when he slips it inside.
I whimper as he pushes his thumb in deeper.
“Oh shit.” I use the wall to steady myself.
“So fucking tight, baby.” He breathes into my ear.
Bishop's other hand glides over my hip, leaving soft touches. My whole body shakes with a bliss I can't describe.
My head leans back on his shoulder, and Bishop's tongue glides over my skin. With every lick, he thrusts in harder, making me cry out.
His finger pushes into me deeper, and he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I see stars, bright lights and all as I explode from all the sensation. My body convulses, and I cry out calling Bishop's name.
He hisses and follows, emptying himself inside me.
“Fucking hell, brat." He groans, collecting himself, and I melt against his chest.
I turn my head slightly, and he stares down at me. The smirk on his face tells me he enjoyed himself as much as I did.
“You can totally fuck my ass anytime you like, cowboy. Maybe next time use that massive cock of yours.”
The words slip out before I can stop them. I’m blaming the bliss of the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.
“You're going to kill me, woman, but I'll fuck that ass, and trust me, you'll be screaming my name over and over as I do.”
I watch as Callie sleeps her chest rising and falling with every breath.
The thought of her being safe eases the discomfort in my chest.
My piccolina is finally safe.
Knowing she’s afraid of me hurts, I’ll admit I thought once she was mine again, she’d see past the label I now hold. See past the evil that lurks inside me.
I know in time she will, she’ll come around to the idea of being my queen.
I just need to be patient. Even though that isn't something I possess now. The thought of her in danger made everything go black. I will do whatever it takes to keep any harm coming to Callie. Including letting my deepest regret come to life.
I have one more thing to take care of before we can be truly happy.
A soft knock on the door forces my eyes from the sleeping beauty who lies in my bed.
She’s lost weight, her eyes look sunken, and even her hair doesn’t shine the way it used to.
I know the reasons why, and that very reason is waiting for me right now.
I open the door, greeted by Jacob and Dexter. The way they stand ready, willing to go to war for me, is a loyalty that is hard to find.
They don’t say a word as I close Callie’s door, shutting her in to let her rest.
I nod at the two men standing either side.
“As soon as she wakes, come find me.”
“Si, capo- yes, boss.” Hank nods.
I know she will hate the thought of having protection, but in my world you can never be too careful. I have enemies now, ones who will use Callie against me.
These men are now her shadows; they follow her every move.
Jacob steps beside me while Dexter steps in behind. I take each step with a sense of enlightenment.
Today he will pay.
My steps become lighter as we walk down to the cellar.
The twisted stairs that lead to the soundproof room make a small smile appear on my lips.
Something I haven’t done since Callie left.
Jacob opens the heavy door into the darkness that awaits.
I stand and take in the man, sitting chained to the chair, his head covered so he can only see darkness.
“Your first mistake was touching what’s mine.” My voice rings out through the room, and he lifts his head to gauge where it’s coming from.
Jacob moves next to him, yanking the makeshift cover from his head. He squints into the darkness, the only glow coming from the soft light above us.
I nod at Dexter. He takes three steps and raises the lever.
brightness blares above us, casting the room in a glow.
Eric blinks a few times, trying to get his eyes to adjust,
and they finally meet me from across the room where I’ve perched myself against the wall.
