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  Because He Steals Me

  (Because He Owns Me, Book Six)

  Hannah Ford

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  1. BECAUSE HE STEALS ME

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  BECAUSE HE STEALS ME

  (Because He Owns Me, Book Six)

  ADRIANA

  I could feel Callum’s eyes on me as I walked to the bedroom, and my body flushed hot all over. I took long, careful, steps, hoping that if I went slow, it would give me a chance to calm my beating heart and convince myself that what I’d just agreed to – to give him control of not only my body but my entire life -- wasn’t wickedly twisted and messed up.

  Callum followed me into the bedroom, then shut the door behind him with an audible click. He leaned against it and crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression detached, casual, his body language almost lazy.

  I swallowed and thrust my chin into the air. “That contract isn’t legal.”

  The side of his mouth twitched in amusement. “Excuse me?”

  “The contract.” I smoothed down the skirt I was wearing, resisting the urge to twist the fabric in my hands nervously. “It isn’t legal. You can’t… I mean, it wouldn’t hold up in court of law.”

  “Are you planning on suing me, Lemon?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I just meant that you can’t hold me to what I signed. Like, if you took me to court or something.”

  All traces of amusement vanished from his face, replaced with a look of smoldering desire. “I don’t have to take you to court, Lemon.”

  “You don’t?” I whispered.

  “No,” he said as he began crossing the room toward me. He circled me like a lion circling its prey, his eyes taking me in. “Because I can just punish you myself.”

  “Oh.” I shifted my weight back and forth from leg to leg. I felt fidgety under his gaze, my mind filled with the knowledge of what I’d just agreed to.

  “You seem nervous, baby.” He reached down and cupped my chin, tipped it up until I was forced to look him in eye. If it was supposed to calm me, it did anything but.

  I could smell his cologne, could feel the heat radiating off his body. Just his presence was intimidating. He was just so god damn beautiful.

  “You don’t have to be nervous, Adriana.” The pad of his thumb rubbed against my bottom lip. “That’s the thing about giving me complete control over your life. You don’t have to be afraid of anything. You just have to let me take care of you.”

  My heart was beating furiously in my chest, pumping the blood through my body in a steady rush. I wasn’t afraid. But I was nervous, the kind of nervousness that caused fluttery anticipation to settle in your stomach, the kind nervousness that only occurred when you knew something big was about to happen.

  What are you doing? my mind screamed. He was just out with another woman and yet you signed a contract saying he could have control of your life! Run, run, run as fast as you can!

  “No turning back now, baby,” Callum said, as if he could sense my thoughts. He took my top lip into his mouth and sucked on it softly. “Because the truth is, Adriana, you want to be here.” His hands slid up under my shirt, palming my tits through my bra. “You want to give me what’s mine.”

  I swallowed and stayed quiet. He was right. I could tell myself whatever I wanted, about how I should have told him off, how I shouldn’t have agreed to any of this, how it was wrong and fucked up, how he’d just been out with another woman, how he was an addict, how I could lose my job because of him.

  But at the end of the day, he was right. I wanted it.

  I wanted him.

  And whatever he required of me, I would do.

  “Eyes down, Adriana.”

  My gaze focused on the floor, and Callum removed his hands from under my shirt and pulled out my hair tie, sliding the elastic down and letting the strands loose.

  He pressed his hand to my heart. “You’re still so nervous.” His voice was soft and soothing, and I wanted to look up at him, wanted him to pull me close and move inside of me the way he’d done in my bed last night. But a second later, he grabbed at my hair and snapped by head back roughly. “Maybe you should be,” he said wickedly.

  He released me and then walked out of the room, leaving me there, my breath coming in short gasps, my heart still pounding.

  A second later, he came back, holding what looked like a long steel black rod with shackles hanging from it.

  “What is that?” I asked.

  He didn’t answer. “I said eyes down.”

  I averted my gaze as he circled me again. I could feel his eyes moving up my body, lingering on my tits and ass. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back again, but this time he lowered his mouth to mine, his tongue invading me as his hand slid into the top of my shirt and twisted my nipple.

  When I yelped, he released me and took a step back.

  “Strip,” he commanded.

  I grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it off.

  “Now your skirt.”

  My hands shook as I undid the zipper, as the fabric slid down my legs and pooled on the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

  The anticipation of what was about to happen hung heavy in the room. Something had shifted. It was hard to explain, but it was almost like Callum had just been playing with me before, and now that I’d agreed to be his, things were about to become even more intense. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

  I could fell him staring at me still, and I blushed, wondering if the underwear I was wearing was sexy enough for him. It was from the collection of clothes he’d had sent to my apartment -- a magenta lace push-up bra and matching silk thong. It was sexy, but was it sexy enough, or did Callum expect me to be trashier, to put my body more on display for him?

  Stop getting in your head, Adriana!

  But I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be perfect for him.

  My hands went to the cups of my bra automatically in an attempt to cover myself, but Callum grabbed my wrists, his grip like a vice.

  “No. Don’t pull that shy shit with me.” Then his hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down to the floor, hard, until I was on my knees, the hardwood floor hard against my skin. When I looked up, he grinned, the icy hotness of his deep blue eyes penetrating my soul.

  He took my hand and placed it on his cock through his pants. It was rock hard.

  “Take my dick out.”

  I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then his cock was out, hard and thick, right in front of my face.

  He took it in his hand and rubbed the head over my cheeks until I groaned. “You are such a dirty little girl. You want to be even dirtier, don’t you, Adriana?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He reached down and cupped my chin in his hand, squeezing it so tight that my eyes watered and my tongue was forced out of my mouth.

  He slid his dick against my tongue until I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

  “You’re a little slut, aren’t
you, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m a little slut.”

  “How dirty are you?”

  “I’m so dirty.”

  “Beg for my cock.”

  “Please, Callum, I want your cock.” My pussy was already flooded with warmth from the filthy words he was saying and I was so wet I could feel my panties sticking to my skin.

  Callum grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth so hard and fast I gagged. But he held me there, making me take it until my eyes watered and I was gasping for breath.

  “You can do better than that.”

  I began sucking him harder and faster, desperate to please him, his cock going in and out of my mouth as he fucked my face.

  He reached down and pulled both of my tits out of my bra, kneading them with his free hand.

  “Look at you, baby. Your tits are bouncing you’re sucking that dick so hard. You’re so fucking dirty, Adriana. You want me to use you, don’t you?”

  I tried to nod around the mouthful of cock, but it must not have been good enough for him, because he pulled out of me with an audible pop.

  “Out loud,” he growled.

  “I want you to use me.”

  “I’m going to make you mine,” he said, sliding his dick all over my face again, over my lips and my cheeks, smearing his precum into my skin and branding me.

  I groaned, my body betraying my mind. I was so turned on that my center felt like it was on fire, and my whole body throbbed with need. It was the humiliation and the disgusting things he was saying to me. I loved them.

  Callum took a step back, and I kept my eyes on the floor.

  “Take your bra off.”

  I did as I was told, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

  “Now get on the bench,” he commanded.

  “Sir?” I asked, not knowing what he was talking about. I took a chance and looked up at him, hoping it wouldn’t lead to a harsher punishment.

  He pointed to where a bench had been set up in the corner of the room. It was padded with a red cushion, and it most certainly hadn’t been there before. A spanking bench! Holy crap.

  “Crawl,” Callum commanded.

  I took in a shaky breath, then crawled over to the bench and climbed on top of it. I perched on all fours, my back arched and my butt in the air.

  Callum gripped the sides of my panties and pulled them down over my ass slowly, sliding them off and tossing them aside. The cool air of the room hit my bare pussy, sending hot shivery icicles through my now completely naked body. I watched as Callum picked up the steel bar he’d brought into the room with him.

  “What is that?” I asked, unable to keep the trembly panic out of my voice.

  “A spreader bar,” he said simply as he began to fasten the cuffs that were attached to it around my ankles.

  “What’s a spreader bar?”

  “It’s for dirty girls. Dirty little girls who want their pussies spread open for me.”

  He was finished shackling me in now, and I realized the steel bar was holding my legs open at the ankles, giving him full access to my pussy and ass, and leaving me unable to move my legs.

  I groaned.

  I watched as he removed his clothes, his naked body coming into view, every muscle, every tendon taut and sculpted. I counted his abs until I got to six, admired the smooth line of his shoulders, the flatness of his stomach, the strength his body possessed, wondering what it would be like to be that beautiful, that perfect.

  “Face forward.”

  I turned my head back toward the far wall, closing my eyes as his finger moved around my opening, teasing me.

  “This is mine.” He slapped my spread open core with the flat of his palm, then leaned down and licked it, one smooth stroke with his tongue. “I’m not going to let your pussy come for hours.”

  “What?” I asked, the panic rising in my chest again. He wasn’t going to let me come for hours? How was that even possible? I was already about to come, barely holding on to my orgasm.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy for hours, Adriana. Fucking it, licking it, sucking that hard clit into my mouth. And just when you’re about to come, I’m going to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And when that tight little cunt is about to come on my dick, I’m going to stop again.”

  I felt him positioned behind me, the head of his dick at my opening, and then he pushed inside of me with one deep thrust, no warning, no preamble. Just his cock suddenly buried in my pussy. I gasped.

  “Lemon,” he murmured, leaning his body down on top of mine so that I could feel his breath ticking my ear. “Your pussy is so wet and good, baby.” He pushed a strand of hair back from my face. “Is that because you’re a dirty little slut?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Yes, what?”

  “I’m a dirty little slut.”

  He pulled my hair as he pumped into me as deep as he could, taking my body, making it his, slapping my ass so hard while he fucked me that I was afraid I wasn’t going to able to sit tomorrow. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to make me his, wanted him to get off on using my body, on dominating me, on taking control. The adrenaline and endorphins took over until the pain was gone and the only sensation I could feel was pure pleasure.

  He did as he’d promised, pumping his dick into me until I was about to come, then slowing down and letting me recover. At one point he pulled out of me completely and returned to fucking my mouth, choking me hard with his dick, making me taste myself on his shaft. Finally, he had to stop that, too, because sucking him off was turning me on too much.

  He kept me on my hands and knees for two hours, eating me, sucking me, fingering me, fucking me. The whole time my pussy was spread for him, the steel bar between my ankles leaving me helpless and at his mercy as took me to the brink over and over again before pulling back. It was the most exquisite torture I’d ever experienced in my life.

  “Are you ready to come, Adriana?” he finally asked. He was standing in front of me, stroking his rock hard dick onto my face while I sucked his balls hungrily.

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  “Beg me.”

  “Please, Callum, I want to come.” My voice didn’t sound like my own, the pleading and desperation so evident that if I weren’t so eager for him to make me come and put me out of my misery, I would have been embarrassed.

  Callum walked around behind me, then slapped my ass hard before entering me in one full stroke. He reached down and grabbed my chin, pulling my upper body up toward his, so that my back was against his hard, muscular chest as he pounded into me from behind.

  “Say my name.”

  “Callum.” I knew he loved it when I said his name while he fucked me, so I said it again, wanting nothing more than to turn him on, to be good for him, to give him even half the pleasure he was giving me. “Callum.”

  “Tell me I own you.”

  “You own me.”

  He grabbed my chin and pushed his thumb into my mouth, hooking it into my cheek and pulling so hard it hurt. My tits bounced with each thrust of his cock, and Callum turned my head, forcing me to look at them. “Look at those tits bounce, baby. Look at how hard I’m ramming that tight little pussy.”

  I groaned.

  Finally, he released me, pushing me back down onto the bench roughly and grabbing my hips, bucking into me harder and harder.

  “Come,” he commanded.

  As soon as he said the words, the most intense orgasm I’d ever had roared through me, cresting and swelling throughout my entire body as Callum continued fucking me.

  “Shit, baby. That pussy’s so good I’m going to have to come all over it.”

  I groaned as he held me down against the bench and pulled his cock out of me, exploding all over my spread pussy, shot after shot of warmth that covered my skin and roped the back of my legs.

  He laid on top of me for a moment, spreading his body over mine, covering me, holdin
g me, his muscular biceps wrapping around me and making me feel safe.

  “Adriana,” he whispered into my ear. “Oh my God, Adriana.”

  I didn’t trust myself to speak, the emotion in the room so intense it almost felt alive. You would have thought that the dirtiness of what we’d just done would have made it feel wrong or taken some of the feeling out of it.

  But it was the opposite.

  By giving myself to him the way I had, by trusting him the way I had, it only served to deepen the bond between us.

  I shivered as he pulled his body from mine. A second later, he removed the spreader bar from my ankles.

  I turned over on the bench so that I was lying on my back. I stared up at the ceiling as my pulse began to slow to its normal rate.

  Callum appeared next to me. “Jesus Christ, you are beautiful.” He ran his finger down the side of my body slowly. “I’m getting hard again just looking at you.”

  He reached down and took my hands, placed them around his neck, and then picked me up, carrying me into the bathroom as I squealed and nestled my head against his chest.

  He turned the shower on and then kissed my lips softly as the steam from the water rolled in around us. “Was I… Was it too much?” he whispered.

  I shook my head. “No. It wasn’t too much.”

  “In the moment, it’s… I told you, I can’t control it.” His eyes searched my face for any kind of doubt, any sign that what had just happened wasn’t okay with me.

  But he wasn’t going to find it.

  I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

  “I’m okay.”

  He nodded, then kissed me again and led me into the shower. The hot water slid over our bodies as he began washing me.

  His hands were gentle, soft, strong, taking care with my raw skin even as he made sure to clean every part of me, from my hair all the way down to my feet.

  When we were done, he wrapped me in a towel, then dressed me in one of his t-shirts and brought me to bed.