That she is. All the more reason I love her.
“I just wanted to see your face when I told you I took everything from you. I wanted to look you in the eye and see that pain before I killed you.”
“Well, it looks like the roles have reversed.” I press the blade deep into his neck and drag it across, slitting it wide open.
There was nothing left for me to say and nothing he could do to prevent what was coming. He double-crossed me, and for that, I could never let him live.
I drop the knife to the floor and climb to my feet. Once I’ve scrubbed the mess from my hands in the kitchen sink, I go into the hall and call in the men to get him out of here.
It’s finally over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
It’s been almost a week since Byron died. I’ve talked to my parents, who are hell-bent on me coming home and leaving this life behind me. I tried to make them understand, but I don’t think they ever will. My life is with Cal now.
After staying in a separate hotel, one not connected with the Ellis name, Cal is taking me on a little trip. He won’t tell me where we’re going or for how long, so I’m just sitting back and enjoying the ride, or flight, rather. He’s assured me we’ll be there within the hour, which leads me to believe we’re going back to the place where it all began. It’s the one little hint he dropped that sort of spoiled the surprise.
I’d love to return to Cori Cove. It’s become one of my favorite places. It might have a lot of bad memories, but it’s got some pretty great ones, too. Regardless, I’m happy to go anywhere with Cal, as long as we’re together.
He squeezes my leg, winking at me and sending a swarm of butterflies through my stomach. He’s on the phone, talking business, and his serious voice is sexy as hell. What’s even more sexy is when he drops the tough guy facade and shares a glimpse of his humanity with me. It makes me feel pretty special—knowing that everyone else gets his ruthlessness and I get the sweet stuff.
“All right, Anders, I’ll be unavailable for the next thirty-six hours, so if you need anything, it’ll have to wait.” Cal looks at me again, biting his bottom lip as his hand slides up my thigh.
I put mine over it, pushing it up farther and curling his fingers with my own until they’re pressing against my sex.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Gotta go.” Cal ends the call and sets it on the rooted round table in front of us. He hums, leaning into my space and tickling my neck with his breath, causing the tiny hairs on my arms to stand up.
Cal’s mouth finds mine and he pulls me in by placing a hand on the back of my head while his other rubs my crotch through my leggings.
There is nothing gentle about the way his lips devour mine. It’s unruly and fervent. Raw and profound. My hand wraps around his head, weaving through his hair that’s in desperate need of a cut. I get a firm grip, shoving his face closer to mine, feeling as if I can’t get enough of him. I rest my other hand on his cheek, fingers grazing his short stubble.
We tear into each other like wild animals, not giving a care that the members in the cockpit could see us. Cal lifts up my shirt, our mouths parting momentarily, and I miss his taste already. They reunite as his hand sweeps around my back and unclasps my bra.
“I want you, Cal.” I hum into his mouth, sharing his breaths.
My bra drops to my waist, exposing my breasts. My back arches, legs spread wider to give him better access. “Now,” I beg in desperation.
Pulling out of the kiss, he looks lustfully at my breasts. “You’ve always been such an impatient little thing.”
It’s true. Patience is not my strong suit. And right now, it’s downright torturous.
I reach over and grab his cock through his pants, giving him a taste of his own medicine as I rub my hand up and down his length. “That’s because you like toying with me.”
“Hmm. Seems you’re picking up on that. I might need to up my game.”
I squeeze him harder, smirking against his lips. “Bring it on.”
My need for him to do something, anything, is agonizing. My insides are practically quivering. I’m not above begging at this point. “Please, baby.”
It seems my pleas are working. Cal grabs my waist in a viselike grip and pulls me on his lap effortlessly, as if I’m as light as a feather in his hands.
My legs straddle his lap and his hand drags down my leggings, finding my want for him pooling in my panties. “You probably should’ve taken these off.” He hints at my leggings, knowing I’m about to soak them.
I look over his head at the front of the plane. It’s a small jet and there’s only three seats and a curtain separating us from the cockpit.
The old me would never. The new me says screw it.
I lift up and let Cal strip me out of my clothes. Once I’m fully undressed, I tap my chin with my index finger. “Your turn.”
He wastes no time ridding himself of his pants and boxers, letting them drape around his ankles. His cock springs free and my eyes land on his smooth pink head. Legs spread, balls resting against the seat while the tiny black hairs on his legs stand tall. He strokes himself a few times, giving me a show. “You want this?”
My tongue sweeps across my lips as I slouch down between his legs and take the shallow end of him in my mouth.
He rubs my head like I’m a pet. “That’s my good girl.”
I take more of him, feeling his head hit the back of my throat while I swirl my tongue around the bulging veins of his length.
An airy moan escapes him and it's an assurance that what I’m doing feels good. It’s a satisfying feeling, knowing I’m the one bringing him this pleasure. That I’m able to make my man feel good.
Cal taps my shoulder. “Come here, baby,” he says in a raspy voice.
I peer up at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he wants me to stop. “I wanna come with you.” His voice is a low growl, one that sends waves of shivers down my spine. “On my lap. Now.”
Pushing myself up, I climb on his lap, knees locked on either side of his torso. Fortunately, the seats on this private jet are good-sized or this wouldn’t work so well.
Cal leans forward, cupping my left breast, massaging as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my stomach pools with hot desire. His lips glide upward, hitting my neck, and I tilt my head instinctively, savoring the tingling sensation that rides down my body from his touch.
His warm fingers sweep across my lower abdomen, and when he begins pressing them against my sensitive nub, I raise my hips to give him better access. Bridging my back, I roll into his touch. Electricity ripples through. I need more, my body aches for him.
Cal pushes his fingers inside me, and I begin riding his hand. I cry out in pleasure, not caring who might hear us. These men are on Cal’s payroll; I’m sure what they’re hearing is expected from a man of Cal’s stature.
Curling his fingers, he presses deeper, hitting the spot that has me screaming. Our mouths collide, masking my whimpers, and I kiss him hard. So hard my lips swell and bruise and bust, metallic liquid seeping onto my tongue as I share the taste with Cal. “Ugh. Fuck me, Cal.” I want him so damn bad. I also don't want him to stop what he’s doing. I shut off all thoughts, falling into his touch and the way his fingers work their magic on my pussy. My man makes me feel so fucking good.