Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Do You Just Want My Body?

Brianna

“Why are you ignoring me?” I snapped at Callan when his lips came against my flesh.

“Because I don't fucking want to stop.” He snapped back. He is so fucking, I can't stand it.

“What?” I shouted without meaning it.

He cupped my face and his eyes darted all around it to take in every feature. He didn't say anything though, he just looked at me with this expression I couldn't read. My heart hurt when I looked at hmn this closely, I almost got lost in the lust, but I know I will hurt even worse if I get a taste of him again and wake up tomorrow knowing nothing has changed. His other hand tightened on my waist while we had this momentary pause, he can't even answer me. This is bullshit.

“Fine, Callan. If you want to use my body, then go ahead and take it.” I felt defeated and frustrated and needy. I watched his expression harden.

“Stop,” he gritted out.

“What? That is what this is, isn't it? You are a little drunk and horny and I am convenient. Why else would you touch me when you said you feel hatred for me.” 

He finally pulled me off his lap and stood up with a quickness.

“I know what the fuck I said, Brianna. You don't need to keep repeating it, is this what it is, convenient? You just know everything.” He was mocking me and I clenched my fist.

“I know enough to know this would be a mistake we would both regret tomorrow.” I retorted back quickly.

His chest started moving faster, his eyes took in every inch of me from my head to my heels before he rolled his jaw in anger. He looked like he was about to say something, his stance was one of total defense. He was mad that I had dared to stop him when he had done nothing but disrespect me. He opened his mouth but just closed it. Shoving his fingers through his hair, he chuckled sardonically before bumping past me for the door. He swung it open harshly, so that it bumped the wall and vibrated. He stomped to my front door and swung that open too and when he slammed the door closed behind him, the image took me back to months ago when he walked out on me and never answered a call or text from me. Tears stung my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall. I touched my lips, still feeling his mouth there. I shouldn't have let him touch me, too many reminder surfaces that I have been trying to forget.

The stain of Callan Harold feels like it will never wash off me. With his touch, he turned me a shade darker.

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Callan POV

My chest was heaving and I couldn't stop it no matter how much I tried to calm myself down. I couldn't stop that heaving chest. Placing my hands on my kitchen counter, I let my head fall and shut my eyes. Breath, Callan. Her scent was all over me and I could taste her in my mouth, my hands stung with the touch of her flesh, still a hot memory against them. My cold counter couldn't soothe the burning of my palms while I stood there trying to control myself. Control this anger inside me that was suffocating me.  Her words kept replaying in my head, I know what I said. I know I fucking said I hated her and that I regretted her. But every time she brought it up, I wanted to shut her up.

She would regret me in the morning? She said we both would, I was vibrating with anger at how fucking wrong she is. I fucking crave her and I hated myself for it, she was right here right in front of. Right there in my lap, fuck. I swung my arm am wiped everything off the counter that my grasp could reach. I couldn't stop myself, I was seeing red. I ripped through the apartment like a bull, flipping chairs and my coffee table was flipped halfway across the living room floor. The vase were smashed, I punched three holes in my walls and growled out this raging frustration that bubbled below my chest. I knew I was bleeding, I saw the smear on the wall and the droplets that followed me as I walked to my living room. I dropped down on the sofa I had shoved about two feet away from where it had originally been. With my clean hand, I fisted my hair and tried to breath again.

'It is just a blue ball, Callan. Just call someone else.’

My hands were so damn unsteady I had to grab a cigarette instead. Fuck, the smell of the smoke, I am not going outside now. I dug around for a lighter and lit the damn thing. After a deep drag, I could feel the burning of my lungs. At least with this, I know its source. I didn't even look at the mess, I know shit broken but I don't want to look. I don't want to deal with  myse or any of this. I can't even call a girl over if my house is so half destroyed, anger flickered inside me again. I need release, whatever, Hannah won't care if my house is a mess. I texted her telling her I want her here, I know she was probably still at the club at this time because it wasn't long ago that I left. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have meddled with Brianna and Roy.

I wanted to break his fucking eye socket with the butt of gun but I knew I had no valid reason to do it, is I told my bouncer to thrown him out. I couldn't get my hands involved or I would kill my own guy, my own friend. I left because if Brianna went off with Roy, I knew what they would be doing and I couldn't stand it. I hated myself, it is not her I hate, it is myself for being this pathetic piece of shit wherever she is involved. I turned the switch, I had shut it off after she refused to come back with me to PH city. But her return here is messing everything up, she doesn't matter. This is stupid, I am stupid. It is just about control, I just wanted control over her.

When I got Hannah's text, telling me she is on her way, I tried to let myself calm down. I will blow off steam by screwing this girl until she can't see straight. Like Brianna said, I was just horny. I just got blinded by the constant need for sex that I have, this isn't about her. When the ding sounded from the foyer, I knew she was here and I heard the clacking of her heels but they stopped abruptly.

“Oh my goodness, Callan. What happened?” Her eyes took in the condition of my home, rushing over the sofa I was still sitting on.

“You are bleeding,” she reminded me, her face was a worried one.

“It is nothing.” That was all I said about it.

I guess I should at least wash my hands, so I don't rub blood all over this girl. I stood up and went to my kitchen sink, it was messy here too so when she followed after me, she started with all the questions. Once I washed the blood away, I pressed a kitchen cloth to my hand and whirled around. She pressed her lips shut when she recognized my expression.

“I didn't call her here to gossip, I want to fuck. If you want to chat, then go somewhere else.” I warned her. She sighed but nodded okay, she wants to stay and that is fantastic.

“I will make you feel better,” she said, walking close to me.

I was still holding the towel to my hand bwc it was still bleeding but she didn't care about that. She started rubbing my groin wanting me to get hard for her.

“What are you going to do to make me feel better?” I asked her, I am in a dark place and I am not sure much can save me anymore.

“I know you like taking my ass. Do you want my ass, Callan?” She offered me something she doesn't always do.

She doesn't let me fuck her in tbe ass very often, so my dick already started to swell at the thought. I licked my lips and looked over at her.

“Yes, I want to fuck you ass.” I dropped the towel and grabbed her.

I really don't like kissing anyone else but Hannah always goes for it so whatever. I will give her a little bit to keep her quiet. Her ass isn't nearly as good as Brianna's but…shut the fuck up. I didn't let myself finish that thought. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down so she could kiss me.