Chapter 24

Orana’s Point of View

“What are you doing here?” I snapped, pushing myself up from the bed, turning on the lights, and there he was.

My heart was already racing. The air in the room shifted the moment he stepped closer.

Callahan didn’t answer right away. His gaze dragged over me, dark and sharp, something angry sitting just beneath the surface.

“How dare you let him touch you?”

My eyebrows pulled together. “Excuse me?”

I stepped back, but he closed the distance so fast that I couldn't even blink.

“Don’t,” I warned, lifting my hand to stop him.

His fingers brushed my arm, then my waist. He had every right to touch me.

I pushed him back. “Don’t touch me.”

But his grip tightened, pulling me into him before I could move again, almost knocking the air out of my lungs.

“Callahan!”

His hand slid up my back, holding me there. My pulse spiked, my hands pressing against him to push him back, but he didn’t let go of me.

“You let him touch you, let him see all this. Let him kiss what’s mine.” He muttered, his voice rougher now, his grip tightening on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin.

“I’m not yours!” I shot back, even as my breath came unevenly.

His hand moved, tilting my chin until I had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Are you so sure about that?” He asked, his eyes lingering on my face.

His gaze dropped to my lips and then back to my eyes. He muttered something, then crushed his lips against mine.

The moment his lips met mine, everything else blurred.

The kiss wasn’t soft; it was hot and demanding. Heated like we were both on fire. My hands gripped his shirt before I could stop myself, pulling him closer as much as I wanted to push him away.

His hands reached for my bra and pulled it open, letting my breasts hang loose. While my hands reached for his hair, pulling back so I could kiss him more.

One hand cupped my breasts and squeezed, and the other one went between my legs, pushing the bikini aside as his fingers slid between my wet folds.

He groaned against my mouth as he rubbed my clit. I pulled my head back when he pushed his finger inside me, his mouth all over my jawline, then down to my neck.

When he pushed another finger, my hands tugged even more on his hair, pushing him into my neck. I wanted to feel him. Close to me.

His fingers twisted and fuck. I could feel my walls clenching around his finger while he fingered me.

I gasped for air as he pushed his fingers deep into me. I moaned and cried his name when I felt something like a bolt of lightning through my veins.

“Fuck, look at you coming on my fingers like a good girl,” he whispered as I rode out my orgasm, while holding on tight to him.

Callahan leaned back, watching my face, and then he laughed.

“See?” he said, twisting his finger inside me. “You don’t need another man to fuck you.”

My mouth opened and closed as I stared at him.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re mine to fuck,” he continued, his tone edged with arrogance. “You know it.”

My jaw tightened. “Let me go.

“Orana,” he whispered, his finger twisting, but I pushed him away.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” I demanded, while I moved back, still wet between my legs like a reminder of how stupid I was. This wasn’t about me.

He just wanted to prove some fucking point, and I let him.

He looks shocked as he raises an eyebrow. “Come on, Orana. We were just getting—’

“Get the fuck out, Callahan!” I growled, hurling the bowl of sweets at him, but he dodged the bowl.

My chest was rising and falling.

A faint smirk touched his lips. “You think you know who he is?”

“Because you don’t,” he added, stepping closer, ignoring that I almost hit him with a glass bowl. “And when you find out—”

“Enough!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “I’m so stupid. I actually let you…”

He studied me for a second, as if he were deciding whether to push further or walk away.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then his phone rang.

He frowned slightly, pulling it out, his expression shifting the moment he saw the name. We both looked at it.

Marissa.

I hoped he wouldn’t pick, but something flickered in his eyes, and he picked up.

“What happened?”

I stood there, watching as he turned away, listening to what she was saying, and his posture tightening with every second.

“I’m coming,” he said, already moving. He didn’t even look back at me. Like, I didn’t matter to him. Like, he didn’t just make me feel alive again.

The door opened, and just like that, he was gone.

I stood there for a long moment, the silence pressing in around me.

My arms tightened around me, tears threatening to fall. I let him in, and he still left.

For her. Again.