Novels by Calliee

I opened my mouth to say something, but just then, Vanessa’s voice came through. “Kimberly! There you are.” Her eyes darted between Cole and me. “We need to go.”My pulse stuttered. “What?”“My dad just called,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “He’s flipping out. I have to get home now. Unless… you want to stay?”Cole’s gaze didn’t waver. He just leaned against the bar with that same infuriating smirk on his lips… my entire body felt like it was on fire, but the moment Vanessa said my dad, reality smacked me square in the face. I wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t me.I tore my gaze away from Cole’s. “I’m leaving.” I said quickly, avoiding his eyes.Vanessa gave me a confused glance, but I didn’t explain. My heart was thudding like crazy as I grabbed my bag and followed her, not once looking back.Not even when I wanted to, not even when I felt his eyes burning into my back.Not even when I wished deep down… he’d stop me.But he didn’t, and I hated how disappointed I was

THE HORNY FAMILYKIMBERLYI stood stiffly in the dimly lit toilet of the club, pressing my back against the tiled wall, trying to breathe through the chaos I could still hear from outside. The bass from the speakers pounded through the floor, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume filled the air.I looked down at myself again, dragging the edge of my gown… if you could even call it that. The hem barely reached past my ass, and the neckline was low enough to make me keep folding my arms over my chest every five seconds. The dress was sleeveless too, and I kept feeling like my boobs would pop out if I so much as exhaled too hard.What was I doing here?This was my first time ever in a club. I was nineteen and a virgin… and up until tonight, I’d been a good girl. I didn’t drink. I didn’t party. I didn’t even kiss the boys who tried asking me out after class. But my best friend Vanessa had insisted… dragged me here to “celebrate” my birthday. She said I needed to loosen up, that I could

Collins was now right there… touching her, kissing her, like I didn’t exist. Like I wasn’t the one left aching, soaked, humiliated outside the damn door like a voyeur who wasn’t invited to play.I clenched my fists. The shame… God, the shame, washed over me. I’d stood there watching like a pathetic, horny fool. I felt used.Discarded.And worse… I felt stupid.I turned sharply, marching back toward the hallway with my chest heaving and my brain spinning a thousand miles an hour.Fuck this.I wasn’t going to sit here and beg anymore. I wasn’t going to be the obedient girl he teased and edged and left hanging like some fucking toy. If he didn’t want to give it to me, fine. Someone else would.I was just about to reach for my phone… feeling so angered, when a hand gripped my wrist hard from behind.I yelped.Spun and saw Collins.His eyes were no longer calm. “What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, backing me up against the wall before I could even breathe.I tried to tug away. “L

I was losing my mind.Minutes passed. Long, torturous minutes. I stayed on the bed, just like he told me, waiting, aching, trembling. But he didn’t come back.What kind of sick game was this?My thighs were still wet, my pulse still racing, and my body screamed for more. But he was nowhere. And I was done waiting.Screw this.I stood up… bare, flushed, and furious. My legs still wobbled a little, but I didn’t care. I was going to find him. And if I had to drag him by the shirt and make him finish what he started, so be it.I stormed out of the room, every step echoing through the quiet hallway. "Collins!" I called once, then louder, “Where the hell are you?!”No answer.I checked the kitchen, empty. The study was also empty. I started down the hallway toward the guest rooms when…I heard moans.I froze. A long, low, unmistakably sexual sound floated down the corridor. I blinked, my heart slamming in my chest… not from arousal this time, but confusion.Another moan.That was a woman.I

CHAPTER ELEVENThe brownie was gone, but the ache it left behind was unbearable.I adjusted and sat on the cold marble floor, legs spread, skin flushed, my body betraying every ounce of self-control I had left. My nipples were stiff peaks, brushing against the cool air, and between my thighs… I was soaked, on the edge.I pressed my thighs together, rocking slightly, trying to find relief, but it only made things worse. My clit pulsed like it had its own heartbeat. I needed him. God, I needed him so badly.And then… I heard his steps. I didn’t even lift my head.I was too far gone.He walked in, and the moment his eyes landed on me… sprawled out, chest rising in shallow gasps, pupils blown wide… his smile turned wicked.“Well, well…” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”I shook my head, quickly, like a good girl.But that wicked smirk only deepened.“Still so obedient… but look at you.” He crouched in front of me, his fingers running li

At that point, I didn’t care why she was here. I just wanted to get fucked.I wanted him to ruin me… the way he’d promised with every glance, every command, every punishing swipe of his palm. My body was on fire, my thoughts were wrecked. My soaked panties lay forgotten on the cold kitchen tile, and all I could think was please, just take me already.“Strip,” he said… not a request.I obeyed without blinking. My fingers moved fast, unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, pushing it off my shoulders. My bra hit the floor next. Then my trousers, my trembling hands peeling them down my thighs.He stood there, watching like a predator, his eyes dragging over every inch of skin I revealed. And then he moved.One hand grabbed my throat, while the other slid down between my thighs. His fingers dipped into the wet heat of me, and he hissed between his teeth.“So fucking ready,” he growled. “I should make you beg for it.”“Please,” I whispered, breathless. “Please…”He kissed me, biting my lower li