The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 96

Chapter 87:Please

Bella pov

“Aren’t you?” His hand caught my chin, tilting my face up. “Then why are you here, Bella? Why aren’t you in his bed right now, letting him touch you the way you let me touch you on that terrace?”

“Because” I struggled for an answer that wasn’t the truth.

“Because he doesn’t make you feel what I do,” Caleb finished. “Because safe and boring isn’t what you want, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

“I know you’re lying to yourself.” His thumb brushed my bottom lip”I know you spent that entire date comparing him to me. I know you came home early because being with him felt wrong.”

“How did you”

“I’ve been sitting here for hours, Bella. Torturing myself with images of you with him. And when you walked through that door at ten instead of midnight, I knew.” His eyes were dark, fierce. “You couldn’t do it. Couldn’t pretend you wanted someone else when it’s me you think about.”

“You’re so arrogant.” I shoved his chest but he didn’t move. “So sure I’m going to fall back into your arms just because you’ve decided you want me.”

“I’m sure because I see how you look at me.” His other hand slid to my waist. “I’m sure because I heard you say my name when you came. I’m sure because right now, you’re not pulling away even though you should be.”

He was right. I should be pushing him away, maintaining distance, protecting myself.

Instead, I fisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him down to me. The kiss was angry and desperate, hours of his jealous waiting and my confused date pouring into it. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise, pulling me tight against his body.

“I hate you,” I gasped against his mouth.

“Good.” He backed me toward the wall. “Hate me all you want, as long as you’re thinking about me.”

“This doesn’t mean anything.” My hands were already yanking his shirt out of his pants. “It’s just physical.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” His mouth dropped to my neck, teeth scraping hard enough to sting. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

He picked me up like I weighed nothing. My legs locked around his waist on instinct. His hands shoved under my dress, rough palms sliding over my ass, then higher.

His fingers froze when they met bare skin. No fabric. No panties. Just slick, bare p***y against his palm.

His eyes darkened instantly, pupils blown wide. He pulled back just enough to look at my face. “You went on a date like this?” His voice came out low, dangerous. “No fucking panties?”

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L-smiled-slow, smug, deliberate. “Problem?”

He let out a rough sound, half growl, half curse. His grip tightened on my ass, fingers digging in as he ground me against the hard ridge in his pants.

“Bedroom,” I said, voice tight

“Which one?” His words vibrated against my throat.

“I don’t care, just move.”

He carried me down the hall, kicked his bedroom door shut, and dropped us both onto the mattress. His hands went straight for the zipper on my dress while his mouth attacked my neck again.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, pulling the zipper down fast. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I can’t.” It hurts to admit. “God help me, I can’t.”

The dress came off in one hard tug, leaving me completely naked underneath. No bra either-just skin, *****s already hard from the cool air and his stare. Then his shirt as my hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscle jump under my fingers.

He pushed me flat on my back and his mouth went to work-sucking hard on my collarbone, then lower. He pulled one n****e into his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast. I arched up, moaning loud.

His hand slid down my stomach, pushed my thighs apart, and two fingers plunged straight into me. No teasing. Just deep, thick fingers pumping in and out while his thumb pressed hard on my clit. I was so wet the sound was loud and filthy.

“Fuck,” I gasped, hips jerking up to meet his hand.

“You like that?” His voice was low, rough. He curled his fingers inside, hitting that spot that made my whole body jolt. “You’re dripping all over my hand, Bella.”

He kept going-fast, relentless strokes. My moans turned into sharp cries every time he rubbed that spot My legs shook. I grabbed his wrist but didn’t push him away; I just held on while he finger-fucked me harder. “I’m-fuck-Caleb”

“Come on my fingers,” he ordered. “Let me feel you squeeze.”

He pressed his thumb down harder on my clit, rubbing tight circles while his fingers slammed in deep. I broke. My back bowed off the bed, a loud cry ripping out of me as I came hard, pulsing around his fingers, thighs clamping shut on his hand. He didn’t stop until the spasms slowed, just kept stroking through it until I was whimpering and oversensitive.

He pulled his fingers out, slick and shining, and licked them clean while staring straight at me. Then he shoved his pants and boxers down.

His c**k sprang free-thick, long, heavy, veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed dark and already leaking. I couldn’t stop staring. I’d forgotten-how the hell had I forgotten?-how big he was, how perfectly he filled me back then. Seeing him again now, hard and ready, stole the air right out of my lungs. My chest tightened, breath caught as my mouth went dry.

Caleb paused, noticing. His eyes flicked to my face, concern cutting through the heat for a second.

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