Home > Fuel the Fire (Calloway Sisters #3)(30)

Fuel the Fire (Calloway Sisters #3)(30)
Author: Krista Ritchie

I attempt to lock my legs, my heat clenching, but he uses his knees to keep them wide, wide open. “How considerate of you,” I reply with empty spite. My natural reaction is to be combative, even if I don’t mean it half the time.

He lowers his head to me, his teeth nipping my bottom lip, and very deeply, he whispers French in the pit of my ear. I struggle to translate the velvety words, blood rushing out of my head. He squeezes my ass, his palm large, masculine, and then he slaps me. A noise catches in my throat.

“You like that,” he states, bringing his hand to my cheek. I expect him to manhandle me, but instead, he softly caresses my skin. “Too bad you’ve been obstinate tonight.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m only obstinate so your ego doesn’t mushroom and asphyxiate every living thing, including me.”

He grins, further confirming that his ego is uncontrollable, untamable and on the verge of smothering me. I wish that Connor didn’t arouse me, but then I’m happy to be aroused by him. God, why can’t I just hate him without loving him? It’d be so much easier.

I’m one second from contesting him with more words, but he’s faster. He balls my panties and stuffs them in my mouth. My neck burns at the new situation, and my toes curl, craving his hard body against mine, his rough, vigorous movements, pounding inside of me.

He climbs off the bed.

Motherfucker.

I’m close to spitting out the panties and following suit. As soon as I sit up, Connor reaches over and presses a hand on my collar, pushing my back flat against the mattress.

“Stay here,” he commands. He kicks the marble chessboard towards the chair, the pieces rolling onto the hardwood and off the rug. Scattered. In disarray. My heart palpitates, a dirty chill snaking down my neck. I hate the mess, like a sudden infestation of beetles and cockroaches. My need to exterminate, to feel clean, kicks in.

“Stare at the chandelier,” he instructs, sensing my trouble.

I plant my gaze on the chandelier, only a couple crystals swaying from the air conditioner. My mind nosedives when something cold touches my belly. I glance down and see the charcoal king above my belly button.

He’s not…

Connor, dressed only in navy lounge pants, makes his way across the room. “When I return, if I see that you’ve moved the king from its exact place, you’ll be in serious trouble, Rose.”

Lovely. A test. One I’m sure I’ll pass. He’s probably headed to the closet, to grab the handcuffs and the leather collar.

He pauses by our dresser, to assess me, his harsher gaze swallowing every inch of my body. My breath deepens, and my ribs collapse and expand, threatening to knock over the king. Fuck. I focus on that stupid little king and try to force it still with willpower alone.

It stops trembling.

“One more thing before I go.” His gaze sweeps me again. “Spread your legs open.”

I don’t move.

“Now.” His severe tone simultaneously goads me to unfreeze my muscles but then freeze them all over again, out of spite.

I pocket this bit of stubbornness and carefully spread my legs, watching the king remain motionless with my precision.

“Further.”

I ache to spit out the panties and retort something obstinate at him. I must take too long, or maybe Connor craves touch, because he walks over, clasps my leg and finishes the distance to his liking. They’re spread as far as I’m physically capable, exposed and soaked.

I actually moan into the damn fabric of my underwear. I really want him inside of me, hard and fast and never-ending. He’d accomplish this to perfection too. But he resituates the king that rolled off my stomach and then steps away from the bed again.

His demeanor changes, refusing me one ounce of attention. He walks…towards the bedroom door.

He’s leaving. My voice is muffled through the fabric when I try to yell his name. The king teeters, and I focus, unable to speak or move.

He doesn’t turn around. He unlocks the door and disappears into the hallway, shutting it behind him. There is no lock on the other side, which means anyone can slip in…

Spit out the panties without moving. And tear off his head. That is my first goal. I could cheat, and he’d never know. I could spit out the fabric and place the chess piece back in the same spot if it rolls off. He’s given me control of my hands and legs, but cheating…

I wouldn’t be able to marvel in my success, knowing I achieved it through a shortcut.

Very carefully, I reach up with my hands and remove the panties, my gaze trained on this enemy charcoal king. I will destroy you.

When the panties are beside me, no longer barring me from speech, I use my voice. “Connor! CONNOR!”

I hear no movement outside, and I notice the array of chess pieces on the floor again. I swallow and look back at the chandelier. Maybe this is all to help curb my OCD—or maybe that’s just part of his goal. I don’t like it.

I am completely naked with my legs spread wide open. A chess piece on my belly. And I need to know what’s happening outside. I need to see him. What if something is wrong with Jane? What if that’s why he left?

I can’t just sit here and wait.

My mind is on a turntable.

Screw him five ways to hell. I swat the king off my stomach and climb off the bed. Don’t look at the ground. I swallow again and grab my black robe, slipping it on and marching to the door.

I swing it open, expecting to find an empty hallway and light bathing the nursery where Connor has traitorously gone without me. When I turn my head right, I spot Connor leaning against the wall. He checks his watch.

“You’re just standing there?” I gape. My blood simmers, my chest rising in rage.

“You lasted one minute.”

I slap his arm, and he grips my wrist, tugging my body into his so quickly. He’s pulling me up on my tiptoes, my face closer to his but not quite equal.

My heart thrashes. “You were timing me?”

“You didn’t listen to me.” His other hand grazes the bareness of my thigh, sliding higher, maybe to see if I put on panties. My breath hitches as his fingers skim my clit.

“I didn’t…” Speak properly, Rose. “I didn’t know how long you’d be gone. You just left me there.” I growl the last three words. I worry that he’ll forget about me—that something will pull him away and he’ll leave me tied up or in a compromising position for someone else to find. This isn’t the first time I’ve had trouble being left alone while he checks on Jane.

He clasps my jaw with one strong hand, his thumb skimming my bottom lip. “Je reviendrai toujours à toi.” I will always return to you.

I blink, my fury dissipating. I will always return to you.

This was the point of his test, I realize. He kisses me, his fingers sliding through my hair, to the back of my head. I melt some, slowly beginning to believe and trust him to not forget about me.

15

ROSE COBALT

“She loves that stuffed animal. Do not lose it,” I instruct Ryke for the tenth time. In the living room, Jane lies at his feet, whacking the pink-frilled blanket with a rattle toy. Her favorite stuffed lion is always in her sight, and when she loses it, she screams horrifically, as though the world is ending.

Moffy is in bounds, crawling towards Jane from his array of toys. Ryke scoops him around the waist and the little boy laughs, dressed in a Spider-Man onesie. He tries to touch his uncle’s scruff.

Hot Series
» Unfinished Hero series
» Colorado Mountain series
» Chaos series
» The Sinclairs series
» The Young Elites series
» Billionaires and Bridesmaids series
» Just One Day series
» Sinners on Tour series
» Manwhore series
» This Man series
» One Night series
» Fixed series
Most Popular
» A Thousand Letters
» Wasted Words
» My Not So Perfect Life
» Caraval (Caraval #1)
» The Sun Is Also a Star
» Everything, Everything
» Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3)
» Marrying Winterborne (The Ravenels #2)
» Cold-Hearted Rake (The Ravenels #1)
» Norse Mythology