The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 155

Chapter 141: Condition 3

Bella POV

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But we were already equals, we had already established that. The paper would just be catching up to the truth.

Tom fell asleep before eight, exhausted by the weight of good news and as usual playing with his dinosaurs as Caleb carried him to bed. I stood the doorway and watched him tuck the blanket up and smooth Tom’s hair off his forehead, and the feeling in my chest was so ordinary and so enormous I had to press my hand against the door frame. When he turned, he saw my face.

He didn’t say anything. He just crossed the hallway toward me, and I stepped back, and he pulled Tom’s door most of the way closed, and then we were standing in the dim corridor looking at each other.

“You don’t have to” he started.

“I know,” I said.

I kissed him first. Not the careful kind – I’d done enough of those. I rose onto my toes, slid my fingers into his thick black hair, and crashed my mouth against his with raw hunger.

My lips parted his instantly, tongue pushing deep and greedy into his mouth, tasting him, stroking his tongue with mine in wet, messy strokes. I kissed him like I was starving for it sucking on his bottom lip, nipping it, then diving back in deeper, pouring every pent-up ache into the slide of our tongues.

Caleb made a low, guttural sound against my mouth and yanked me hard against him. His hands slid straight down my back and gripped my ass, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh as he squeezed hard and lifted me slightly off the floor. The sudden pressure made my core throb. I moaned loudly into the kiss, the needy sound vibrating between our mouths as my hips rolled on instinct. I started grinding shamelessly against him, rubbing my aching, already-wet p***y along the thick, hardening ridge of his c**k through our clothes. I rocked harder, desperate for friction, my clit dragging over that heavy bulge again and again while I moaned into his mouth like I couldn’t stop.

He groaned deep in his throat and squeezed my ass tighter, kneading the cheeks roughly, helping me grind on him as his tongue tangled hotter with mine. I could feel him growing rock-hard against me, the heat of his c**k pressing insistently right where I needed it. My panties were soaked in

seconds.

Then I pulled back.

Just enough to look at him. His eyes opened slowly, slightly dazed, and I let my fingers find his chest – the lightest drag of my nails downward.

He shivered. Visibly, involuntarily, a sharp breath pulled through his teeth.

I felt the smile find my face before I could stop it. “Remember the third condition,” I said quietly.

He stared at me. “Right now?”

“We said we’d explore,” I said, and let my nails trace the same path again, slower this time, watching every muscle in his chest tighten in response even through his shirt. “I’m starting now.”

“Bella.” My name came out completely unsteady. Caleb Black, who walked into boardrooms like he owned

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the air inside them, said my name like I’d knocked the ground from under him.

“Is that a complaint?” I asked.

“Absolutely not,” he said immédiately. He caught my wrist. “It’s just” He exhaled. “That is not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

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“You,” he said. “The fact that you can do that with barely any pressure and I” He stopped then swallowed.” It’s not fair that you have that much power over me.”

I looked at him for a long moment, this man who had once been immovable. Who had been called the Winter King. Who had never in his professional life let anyone see him rattled. Shivering under my fingernails in a hallway.

“Good,” I said softly. “Now you know how I’ve felt for months.”

Something flared in his eyes. “Your third condition,” he said, voice low. “I intend to take it very seriously.”

“I know you do,” I said.

“Starting now,” he said.

“Starting now,” I agreed.

He covered my hand with his and walked me backward toward the bedroom door. The moment we stepped inside, he kicked the door shut behind us with a loud click. He didn’t waste any time. His mouth crashed down on mine in a deep, ravenous kiss, tongue thrusting hot and demanding against mine as he devoured me. I moaned loudly into his mouth, kissing him back just as greedily. His hands slid straight down and gripped my ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed and lifted me clean off the floor.

I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, ankles locking behind his back, and immediately started grinding my soaked p***y shamelessly against the thick, hard bulge of his c**k straining in his pants. He groaned against my lips and broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down my jaw to my neck. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there, biting down with his teeth just hard enough to make me gasp and whimper, then soothing the sting with his tongue while I rocked my hips harder, rubbing my aching clit along his

erection.

“Fuck, Bella,” he growled low against my throat, teeth grazing me again as he carried me the last few steps to the bed. “I need you now.”

He dropped me onto the mattress and came down on top of me instantly, his heavy body settling between my spread thighs. We tore at each other’s clothes in a frantic rush-my shirt yanked up and over my head, his buttons scattering across the floor as I ripped his shirt open. The second we were both naked, he pushed my legs wide and thrust into me, burying every thick inch of his c**k deep inside my dripping cunt in one powerful stroke.

“God, Bella,” he rasped, eyes locked on mine, dark with raw lust. “You’re so fucking wet and tight around me.”

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