Read Online Because He Torments Me by Hannah Ford - Free Book Online

the kind of place I would have
expected Callum to live.
    Yes, everything was shiny and new –
granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, the floors polished to perfection.   But it was small and sparse, in stark
contrast to the house he owned in Florida, where everything was huge and
opulent.
    He tossed his keys on the counter, reached into
the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, took a sip and looked at me
for a long moment.
    I stared back at him.
    “I can’t fuck you,” he said.
    “I didn’t… I mean, I wasn’t expecting --” I
fumbled with my words, thrown at his bluntness.
    “I cannot be with anyone for more than one
night,” he said.
    “But we were already together for one night.”
    “I know.”   He ran his hands through his hair.   “Fuck, Adriana, I can’t stop thinking about you.   I can’t stay away from you.   I keep trying and I just…you have my
mind a fucking mess and I don’t know what to do about it.”
    He crossed the room and sat down on the couch,
and after a moment, I walked over and sat down next to him.
    “Why do you have to stay away from me?” I
asked.   “I don’t want you to.”
    “I just have to,” he said.   “You wouldn’t understand.”
    “Try me.” I reached out and took his hand,
placed my fingers against his huge palm.  
    But he pulled away and shook his head.   After a moment, he turned to me, his blue
eyes wild.   “What if… what if we
didn’t have sex?”
    “What?”
    “What if we didn’t fuck?   Just everything else.   Then it wouldn’t be breaking any rules.”   He took my face in his hands, ran his
thumbs over my cheekbones.  
    I closed my eyes and he kissed me softly.     
    “I could spank you, own you, touch you
everywhere,” he whispered huskily.   “Would you like that, Lemon?”
    “But why, Callum?” I asked, hating the
desperation in my voice.   “Why can’t
this just be normal?”  
    “Because I’m not normal.   This could never be what you want it to
be, Adriana.   But I just…I can’t
help myself.”
    He was kissing my face, his lips moving over my
forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin.   I tilted my head and he slid his mouth down to the hollow of my throat.
    I groaned.
    He stood up and took off his shirt, exposing
that hard, chiseled body to me, his broad chest heaving with excitement, his
eyes glinting wickedly as he looked down at me.
    “Stand up,” he commanded.   “I want to look at you.”
    I stood up, his gaze invading my skin, my body
burning as he drunk me in.
    “Bend over the side of the couch.”
    I leaned over, bracing myself as I felt him tug
the back of my dress up, exposing my thong and the cheeks of my ass.
    “Do you know what it did to me, seeing you
talking to him?” he demanded.
    I shook my head.
    “Out loud, Adriana.”
    “No.”
    “It drove me insane.   It made me feel like I was losing my
mind.   I wanted to kill him with my
bare hands.”  
    His hand reached down and gripped the back of
my neck, pushing me hard into the couch, his other hand roaming over my ass,
grabbing the top of my thong and pulling it back before snapping it against my
skin.
    “And this dress,” he said, pushing it up
further over my hips and then pulling my body back so that I was flush against
him, his hard cock pushing through his jeans, straining against his
zipper.   “Feel what it does to me?”
    “Yes.”
    He pressed his mouth to my ear.   “This dress is sexy,” he groaned.   “I didn’t like him seeing you in
it.   I didn’t like anyone seeing you
in it.”
    “But you bought it for me,” I said.
    “No back talk,” he growled, pulling on my hair.
    He let me go and stood back up, his hand still
on the back of my neck, pushing me into the couch.
    He pulled his belt off, and fear pooled dark
and deep in my belly.   He wasn’t
going to hit me with a belt was he?   That seemed too far, even for him.
    I was pushed into the couch, my dress hiked up over
my ass,