Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Just One More Time And I Am Done With Him 

Brianna

When I heard the familiar ding of the elevator, my nerves started up inside my gut and worked its way up to my chest and hands. Callan walked out of the elevator in a dark suit, gray button down shirt and back silk tie. He had leather gloves on his hands and he wasn't hiding the gun he was openly tucking into a holster right now, he was going to kill Amos and I didn't even know how to react to this.

My brother was in a more relaxed outfit, like maybe he had been out partying but not in a suit, just well dressed. His expression was unreadable but Callan's was obvious. His dark brows were prominent the way they furrowed inwardly and his scowl pulled his lips down. His shoulders were tense which made his stance seem larger than it usually is, looming and intimidating just as he always is.

“Brianna?” My brother was the first to address me.

“Bryce, can I talk to Callan? I know you don't want us alone but clearly your friend is insane and needs talking to and I don't want you two fighting though, please?” I asked him calmly.

“I don't like this, if I find out something is still going on between you two, I swear, Brianna…” He said the words I feared a lot.

“This is about control and you know it, Bryce. Just let me talk to him.” I gave him pleading eyes.

“This is bullshit, man.” He slapped at the closed elevator but pressed the call button to give us some privacy.

Callan remained silent but his body was practically vibrating with rage. As soon as Bryce was gone, I turned back to him.

“What the…” I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence before he came forward and cupped my face.

“What did I tell you, Brianna?” His face was very close to mine.

His anger was even more evident with him this close and he wasn't cupping my face in an intimate way, it was to keep my focus on his intense gaze.

“Callan, you have no right to be angry about me having male friends when you literally openly told me you still fúck other women. Do you hear how crazy that sounds? Not to mention hypocritical.” 

“Too bad, you have never been the one in control here and I told you I would kill the man who dared to touch you.” His teeth were clenched, so his voice came out strained.

“You can't do this!” I yelled, pushing him off my face.

“I can and I will.” He wasn't backing down.

“Look at you, with a gun and what are those gloves for, Callan? You told me you don't kill people, so what are those.” I shoved at them.

He grabbed me and the leather made my skin shiver. I imagined him grabbing Amos and killing him with those leather covered hands.

“Brianna, you know how to push my buttons until I lose my fucking shit.” He kept stepping forward, forcing me to stay back. 

It wasn't long before I was caged to his living room wall, the way he wanted me to be. His one hand came up to cage me but his other hand came down to my waist. His eyes were hot on me but he looked at me from head to toe in this gown.

“I am not your father because I don't want to harm you. I want to harm everyone else around you and I am not your shitty ex-boyfriend.”

He clarified the point I made during our last argument. He was screaming right now and he was actually using that deep dangerous voice he can make. It turns your blood coldcab alerts your flesh to his warning. He is too powerful and  feared because he has this city in the back of his hands. He can do anything and get away with it. The knowledge that he could kill Amos and make him disappear is nerve-wracking and the fact that he could do the same to me is sobering.

“You still make me fear you and in my eyes that is the same as what they have done.” I tried holding my head up high even though he leaned into the wall which meant he leaned over me.

“You fear what I am capable of doing with others, you don't fear that I would harm you because you know I wouldn't.”

He tried to clarify that it is a different fear but I shook my head at him.

“I don't want to scream or fight, you are crossing a line by combing the street, looking to harm my friend and colleague. We work together, Callan and it is not like he is my damn boyfriend.” I tried placing my hands on his firm chest to make him take a step back. I can't breathe with him near me like this.

He stood straight and began removing his gloves in front of me, while his eyes continued to pin me in place.

“You are in Port Harcourt, Brianna and you have made us waste time with you being angry with me. Fuck that guy, do you know what you should have been doing tonight?” 

His anger was dissolving into something else just dangerous for me and when the gloves were off, he dropped them on the foyer table and grabbed both my hips to pull me against him.

“Callan,” I warned him.

“No, Brianna. I let you tell me what to do once tonight when I gave up hunting that prick down but not again.” He shook his head at me.

Those dangerous hands came down around my hips to cup my ass through the gown and I swallowed hard, knowing this wasn't right but being torn about what is right and what feels good.

“I warned you that this wasn't going to happen anymore.” My voice came out weak, affected by his hands that moved up my back and down again to my backside. 

“You don't want to fuck me, Brianna?” His voice was gruff and challenging me. I shook my head no but when his face lowered to mine, I didn't pull away.

One last time, I will fúck him one last time and then I am done with him. I am leaving for London early tomorrow morning and he doesn't know that. Just one more time. He cupped my face and crushed our lips together, his arms snaked around my waist and practically lifted me off the floor. Our tongue thrashed with urgency, we started ripping at each other's clothes. This wasn't going to he sweet, we were both angry and pouring our emotions into this to fuel a hard fuck. I ripped off his jacket and he undid his tie, slipping it right off. He undid my zipper and started to pull my gown down as I went for his belt and zipper. I wanted all the barriers between us gone and when my dress pooled around my ankles, he lifted me out of it, carrying me to the staircase. I only had a strapless bra and panties on and his slacks were undone but not off yet. He had kicked off his shoes but my heels were still on my feet.

When he got to his room, he slammed the door behind us and placed me down in front of it. He ripped my panties off, I grasped and grabbed for the handle of the door and the wall to steady myself when he grabbed both my legs and threw them over his shoulders from where he knelt in front of me. It was only his hands and strong shoulder that kept ke elevated as his face came between my thighs and started to lick through my folds and entrance. He sucked on my heated center and pulled on my clit between his lips before giving it a french kiss and keeping his tongue there to work over me. I clawed at the wall to keep in place, I could see his muscles tightened with the way he used them to hold all my weight. He kept me pinned against the door as he devoured my pussy, making me pants with need for him to show me release. He lapped me up, and made a mess of me again, just to lap me up some more.

“Oh, shit.” I gasped when his tongue stiffened and slid from my clit to my entrance several times before dragging it backup and using the tip to tease over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

He was coaxing a build up out of me and all I could do was hope he wouldn't drop me. I kept my legs hooked over his shoulders tightly, so he would stay there. He licked lower, from crack to clit and I gasped again. He stopped playing games this time and ate my pussy like he needed it.