Chapter 11
Read Broken Bond by C.J. Primer Chapter 11
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CALLUM
My heart‘s pounding as I stick the key in the lock of my apartment door, twisting it to hear the heavy click
of the deadbolt unlocking. What the fuck am I doing?
This is my safe space; my sanctuary. It isn‘t somewhere that I bring girls for hookups. Hell, I rarely even
let my own friendse inside.
We could‘ve stayed at the packhouse. There are plenty of guest rooms to go around, and that‘s where I
usually crash after a party anyways. I bet I could‘ve gotten Nessa to follow me into one of them, just like
she followed me into my apartment building from the truck. The thought crossed my mind. Still, I invited
her here. It didn‘t feel right to ask her to steal away to a room in the packhouse with me like a cheap
hookup. She deserves better. So, she‘ll be the first woman to enter my space, and I‘m choosing to ignore
the significance of that right now because I‘ve had a hard on for this girl since the first time Iid eyes on
her, and I‘m pretty sure we‘re about to seal the deal. I‘m not going to cockblock myself by getting caught
up in my own head. “This ce is really nice,” Nessaments, ncing curiously around the interior
hallway of the apartment building.
“Thanks,” I mumble as I turn the knob and push my apartment door open. I feel her wander in behind me
as I step inside, and though it‘s dark, I don‘t bother hitting the lights. Instead, I whirl around to face her,
half–drunk on the scent of her arousal and the frantic pounding of her heart. “Come here.” I yank her in
with a growl, pressing a hard kiss to her lips and swallowing her little gasp of surprise while I kick the
door closed behind us.
She makes this cute little ‘umph‘ sound, almost in relief, and her arms wind around my neck instantly, her
lips and tongue fitting with my own like her mouth was made for me to kiss. I drag her lower lip between
my teeth as I pull back, my hands cruising down to rest on her hips. “I‘ve been waiting to do that all
night,” I rasp, my forehead falling against hers. She‘s panting, staring up at me through her eyshes in
the dark. “Then why didn‘t you?” “I prefer not to have an audience,” I murmur, nipping her lips. “Want you
all to myself.” I slide my hands around to her ass, a pained groan slipping from my throat as I grab
handfuls of her round cheeks. Is there anything about this girl that isn‘t absolutely fucking wless?
Almost in answer, Nessa‘s lips crash into mine again, pouting and twisting and sending my pulse
skyrocketing. I scoop her up by the backs of her thighs while iming her mouth in a filthy hot kiss,
trapping her between the wall behind the door and my own body. Her long legs wind around my waist,
thighs tightening against my hips, and I can feel the heat of her center through the fabric of my jeans. My
dick‘s straining painfully against the zipper, fighting for release from its denim prison. Fuck, I want her so
much that it physically aches. I grind against her shamelessly, her head falling back against the wall on a
breathy moan.
“Callum...” I‘ve never liked the sound of my own name– especially my full name– until I heard it from
Nessa‘s lips. Now, it may just be my favorite sound in the fucking world, second only to the little moans
and whines she‘s currently driving me crazy with. Wrapping one arm around Nessa‘s waist and sliding
the other underneath her ass, I back away from the wall, turning to carry her down the darkened hallway
to my bedroom as she kisses her way up my neck. My bed‘s unmade, the sheets a tangled mess– a
testament to how impulsive the decision was to bring her back here. I bend at the waist, gentlyying her
down at the bed before rising to my full height, standing over my prey and casting my shadow down onto
her.
Her little skirt has ridden up– it‘s bunched around her waist, revealing a simple pair of ck cotton
panties. Nothing fancy or fussy, but just perfectly her. I‘ve been thinking about those panties since that
day at the hot springs, and this time, when I slide my thumbs beneath the waistband at either side of her
hips, she doesn‘t stop me from peeling them down.
I drag them down her thighs, her legs pressing together modestly as I slide them all the way off over her
booted feet, slyly tucking them into the back pocket of my pants. Mine. Then I pull off her boots one by
one, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor with a resounding clunk.
It‘s quiet. All I can hear is our ragged breathing, but for once, I‘m not itching to fill the silence. I don‘t want
to miss a single sound Nessa makes; I want to hear every cry of pleasure I can draw from her body and
commit it to memory. I nudge her knees apart and she lets them drop open unabashedly, revealing her
pretty pink pussy, shining with arousal. “Damn,” I growl, licking my lips as I gaze down at her. “Gonna
need to taste that pretty pussy of yours, baby.” She props herself up on an elbow, hitting me with a
mischievous smirk as a blush forms on her cheeks. She swings her thighs back together with a smack.
“Why are you still dressed?” Nessa queries, arching a seductive brow.
Fair question. I reach behind my back, grabbing onto my shirt and yanking it off overhead, tossing it on
the floor beside me. By the time I do, she‘s already got her own shirt off, and I watch with rapt attention
as she slips off her ck bra, her tits spilling out, nipples hardening into stiff peaks as they hit the air.
“Goddamn...“I can‘t evenplete that thought before I pounce on her, gathering her tits in my hands
and kneading the soft flesh, flicking her nipples with my thumbs and drawing a gasp from her throat. Her
hands tangle in my hair as my mouth descends on one of her nipples, sucking and biting it gently at first,
then harder until she‘s squirming beneath me on the bed.
I give her other breast the same treatment as the first, then drag my tongue down the valley between her
tits, licking around her navel, her hipbone, until I reach the apex of her thighs. The sweetness of her
scent makes me dizzy, and she fists my hair and cries out when I lick into her slowly, tortuously, dragging
my tongue up her slit and flicking her clit. “Callum!” she screams, her back arching off the bed as
pinpricks of pain break out over my scalp from her grip on my hair. “Don‘t stop, don‘t stop...” I chuckle
against her and she shudders at the vibration. I‘m not nning on stopping anytime
soon. I could die between this woman‘s thighs with no regrets. I continue my assault on her pussy with
languid strokes of my tongue, circling her clit, then dipping down to thrust my tongue into her opening,
fucking her with it. She‘s alternately fisting my hair and the sheets, scratching at my shoulders, panting
and writhing and moaning. It‘s the most beautiful symphony I‘ve ever heard.
I feast on her until I feel her reach her peak, acutely attuned to every sound and movement she makes.
Her thighs tighten around my ears, her muscles trembling, and I suction my mouth over her clit to push
her off the edge. A wanton scream tears from her lips as she goes off like a rocket, riding my face while I
savor every drop of her release on my tongue. Her climax seems to go on forever, and I‘m smugly
satisfied that I was the one to draw it out of her; to deliver the pleasure that she‘s reveling in.
Nessa‘s breathing isbored as shees back down, and I lift my head to grin up at her, licking my
lips. “You shatter so fucking beautifully,” I murmur, kneading her thighs with my fingers. She sits up
suddenly, pressing her palms against my chest and pushing me backwards until my feet hit the floor and
I‘m rising to stand over her once again. “My turn,” she purrs, gazing up at me with a mischievous glint in
her eye as she reaches forward for the button of my jeans. I don‘t stop her this time. I hold my breath as
she pops the button and drags the zipper down, then grabs onto my pants and boxers at my hips,
yanking them to the floor. Her eyes widen in the most adorable way when my cock springs free, bobbing
right in front of her face with a drop of pre–cum shining from the tip. I‘mpletely unprepared when she
leans forward and darts her tongue out to lick it off. I groan, burying my hands in her hair and tipping her
face up, her eyes meeting mine through the darkness. “You‘re going to fucking ruin me,” I rasp, dragging
my thumb across her pouty lower lip. I dip it inside her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as I continue
to stare into her eyes intently. There‘s no way she doesn‘t see the monster lurking beneath the surface. I
drop my mask, stripping myself bare for her so she can gaze into the ckness of my soul, see what
she‘s getting herself into if she doesn‘t turn back now. I‘m giving her an out, though part of me hopes she
doesn‘t take it.
The part that‘s standing tall between my legs, hard as stone for her.
To my surprise, there‘s no fear in Nessa‘s eyes. Only desire. She wraps her lips around my thumb,
sucking it hard and releasing it with a loud pop. Then her gaze drops to my rock–hard cock and she dips
down, taking the head between her plush lips and sucking.
I groan loudly, thrusting forward into her warm mouth, reveling in the sight of my dick slipping in deeper.
She takes me eagerly, inch by inch, until I‘m bumping the back of her throat, making a guttural sound
and barely managing to hold back from blowing my load. Another fucking mystery, where this girl‘s
concerned. In past hookups, it always took me a while to get off. I‘d eventually have to close my eyes
and focuspletely just to tip myself over the edge. Not with Nessa, though. Everything about this girl
has me feeling like a two pump–chump, hovering on the precipice of an embarrassingly early release.
Everything about her just does it for me.
She wraps a hand around the base of my cock, squeezing gently and pumping in time with the bob of
her head. She‘s good. I won‘t allow myself to consider how much practice she’s had, because I suddenly
realize that the thought of her with anyone else makes me murderous. She‘s too pure, too perfect. Too
mine. I pull back, staring down at her with a wild look in my eyes as my thoughts rage.
I shouldn‘t.
But seeing her looking back up at me, so demure and sweet with her dark hair falling in front of her face,
I know I don‘t have the willpower to stop.
I stoop down and gather her in my arms, dragging her back to the center of the bed as my lips find hers.
Her legs part, her slick center rubbing against my cock while her arms wind around me, her tongue
tangling with my own. My dick is throbbing, eager to get inside her, to take and im and ravage her.
Breaking the kiss, I prop myself up on an arm, staring into her eyes as I reach down to fist my cock. I
want to look at her when I sink inside; see every expression y out on her face so I canmit it to
memory. I rub the head of my cock along her slit, gathering moisture and teasing her a little before I
press the tip to her entrance. I‘m about to shove in when she stops me by pressing a hand firmly to my
chest. “Just,” she gasps, looking into my eyes earnestly. “Go slow?” Her teeth sink into her lower lip, a
coquettish smile tugging at them. “It‘s my first time.” I freeze, my brain short–circuiting.
What did she just say?
My dick twitches in my hand, impossibly hard and ready to plunge into her wet heat. “What?” I growl out,
rocking back to sit on my heels. “You‘re a virgin?” I blink down at her through the darkness, my mind still
ying catch–up with her admission. “Well yeah.” Nessa props herself up on her elbows, innocently
tilting her head in question like she didn‘t just drop an atomic bomb. “That a problem?”
I scrub a hand over my face, gritting my teeth.
Yes, it‘s a fucking problem.
The realization of what I‘ve been trying to figure out about Nessa all this timees crashing in– that
she‘s truly as pure as she seems. She‘s not hiding anything behind a mask or concealing her damage
behind that sweet and innocent fa?ade; she really is exactly who she portrays herself to be, honest and
uncorrupted by this cruel world.
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I won‘t be the one to taint that.
I won‘t be the one to ruin her for the sake of a goddamn bet. “I can‘t do this,” I grumble, lurching
backwards and stumbling off the bed. Nessa‘s eyes round in confusion, her mouth falling open. “What?”
She gathers the sheet in her hands, pulling it over her body and sitting up. I fist my hair, shaking my head
as I back away from the edge of the bed. “I can‘t... take that from you.”
Her brow furrows, anger and embarrassment shing in her eyes. “Isn‘t that my decision?” She scoots to
the edge of the bed, rising to her feet and letting the sheet drop. It slides away from her body, and fuck
me, she‘s so stunning that my heart trips over its valves. “I want you, Callum,” Nessa purrs, stepping
closer and setting a hand on my chest, right over my frantic heart. It inexplicably calms at her touch. I lift
a hand and wrap it around her wrist, lifting hers off my skin. “No, you don‘t,” I rasp, staring down into her
wide eyes. “You just don‘t know it yet.”
She scowls, flinching back like my words have physically assaulted her. I can‘t look at the hurt in her
eyes, so I turn away, stooping down to snatch my jeans off the floor. I stumble into them clumsily and
yank them up my hips. When I straighten and turn back, Nessa‘s no longer in front of me– she‘s rooting
around for her own clothes, tugging them on hurriedly.
Something in my chest squeezes painfully. “Nessa, L...” She whips around to face me, straightening her
skirt. “Just don‘t,” she snaps, her gaze shuttered. “I already know what you‘re going to say. It‘s not me,
it‘s you, right? Because you‘re bad and I‘m good and I should be scared of you. But guess what,
Callum?” She steps closer, getting right up in my face and ring at me in challenge. “I‘m not scared.
You are. So let me know when you decide to stop self–sabotaging and actually allow yourself to have
something good in your life. Until then, I‘m out.” 6. She scoops her boots off the floor, strands of her long
hair whipping my chest as she turns sharply and struts out of my room.
I‘m rooted to the spot I‘m standing in, unable to move. Unable to breathe. Distantly, I hear the front door
of my apartment open and then m closed, but I‘m still frozen in ce. The silence creeps in, my throat
tightening as Nessa‘s words echo in my mind.
She‘s wrong, though. I don‘t deserve anything good in my life. She‘s just too sweet and na?ve to see me
for who I really am.
A monster.
That ugly, ck thing inside of me unfurls, my vision tinting red. My fists clench, my feet move. Suddenly
I‘m in front of Miles‘ apartment door, rapping my fist against the wood so
violently that my knuckles split. The door swings open, a sleepy looking Miles appearing on the other
side. “What the fuck, bro? Can‘t anyone get some sleep around here?” “Bet‘s off,” I growl, turning away.
“What?” Miles blurts, blinking the sleep from his eyes and furrowing his brow. “Why?” I twist around to
face him again, struggling to take measured breaths. “She‘s a virgin.” 1 His face lights up like a damn kid
on Christmas, a delighted smile splitting his lips. “No shit?” Miles chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his
face and shaking his head. “Damn, that makes this even better. Bet‘s still on, and the first to pop her
cherry...” I take a threatening step toward him, my fists clenching at my sides as my wolf rears to the
surface. “Stay the fuck away from her, Miles,” I growl menacingly. “I‘m warning you.”
Heughs in my face, and it takes everything in me to keep my shit together rather than releasing my
inner beast on my friend. “A bet‘s a bet, Cal,” he tuts with a patronizing smile. “You can‘t just call it off. If
you want to forfeit, then you‘ve gotta pay the price. You know what that is.”
“What?”
He shrugs. “Your spot on the mission.” “No.” “Then we‘re still on?”
I growl in frustration, stabbing my fingers through my hair. “Why does this matter so much to you?” I
demand, still seething. “You already know she‘s into me. You won‘t win.”
“I‘ll win either way.”
“How do you figure?”
He grins, and it takes everything in me not to punch that stupid smile off his face. “Because even if I lose
the bet, you‘ll fuck things up with her. You know you will. And then she‘ll need someone to lean on while
she‘s all heartbroken and shit, and I‘ll be right there, waiting.” He waves a hand flippantly. “I don‘t really
care if you break her in first, I‘ll still get her in the end.” 4
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The thought of that has me seeing red again, but I keep my monster tightly caged. “She‘s not a fucking
object,” I mutter in disgust. “No? Then why‘d you take the wager in the first ce?” Bile crawls up my
throat. I grind my mrs, shaking my head firmly. “No, we‘re not doing this. Bet‘s off.” I point a finger at
him, leaning in and pressing it to his chest in warning. “And if you know what‘s good for you, you‘ll stay
the fuck away from her.” 1 Before Miles can object and start spewing more of his bullshit, I turn away,
stomping down the hall back to my own apartment. He calls something after me, but I don‘t hear it over
the blood rushing to my ears.