Because He Steals Me (Because He Owns Me #6) Read Online Free PDF Page A

up around the corner from my office now, and the car rolled to a stop.
    “I told you, you shouldn’t get too caught up on things like where we’re living,” Callum said. “It’s just an address, Adriana.”
    Not to me, I wanted to say. But it wouldn’t have made a difference. He was determined to see things his way, and besides, I had agreed to his terms. He’d been upfront with me about how things would be, and I’d known exactly what I was getting myself into.
    “You’re going to be late,” he said. “We’ll have dinner after work. I’ll pick you up here at seven.”
    I nodded before I realized it wasn’t a question but a command.
    He leaned over and kissed me goodbye, his freshly shaved skin brushing against my cheeks, the faint scent of his spicy cologne sending shivers down my spine.
    “I’ll miss you, baby,” he murmured.
    “I’ll miss you, too.”
    I got out of the car and began walking down the street and around the corner toward Archway, dodging in between the other morning commuters, all of us in a hurry to get to work.
    With every step, the tiny rubber vibrator inside of me rubbed against my clit, making me aware that I was Callum’s, that he owned every part of me.
    I thought about last night, what he’d done to me, his hands grabbing at my tits, his balls in my mouth, his chiseled body pushing against mine, his hard cock buried inside my pussy.
    My panties started to get wet, and I slowed my pace, trying to calm my heart and my body. I couldn’t arrive at work all worked up. I needed to be calm and composed when I finally told Kiersten about what had happened with that music executive Dean, about how he’d given me his card and told me to call him and set up a meeting.
    I stopped a few feet from the entrance to my building, then reached into my purse and pulled out my compact, surveying my reflection in the mirror.
    I actually didn’t look too bad.
    My hair was neatly pulled back, my makeup was soft and natural, and my cheeks had just enough color to make me look happy, but not like I’d spent the night getting punished and fucked by a man who refused to call himself my boyfriend.
    It was still strange, though, knowing the secret I was keeping– that there was this twisted, damaged relationship I was participating in. No one would know to look at me that I had a curved vibrator inside my pussy, that I had marks on my ass from where I’d been whipped with a belt for wearing a sexy dress, that I’d been denied an orgasm for two hours last night before getting my pussy covered in cum while Callum had said the nastiest, dirtiest thing to me that I could ever imagine.
    You like being dirty, don’t you, Adriana? You like being a dirty little slut for me.
    I shivered and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked exactly the same and yet somehow, I hardly recognized myself.
    “Adriana!” Someone was calling my name from across the street, and I looked up sharply. “Adriana!” the voice called again. It was coming from a few yards away, over by the Peet’s coffee cart that was set up on the sidewalk.
    I looked over, peering through the crowd.
    Kiersten.
    She was standing with another woman, one I didn’t recognize, her hand wrapped around a large coffee, her nails painted blood red.
    “Oh!” I said, embarrassed that she’d caught me checking myself out in my mirror. How long had she been standing there watching me?
    I rushed over to the coffee cart, almost colliding with a teenage boy eating a breakfast sandwich on the way.
    “What are you doing out here?” Kiersten asked when I got there, not unkindly, but not exactly kindly, either. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek low ponytail, her highlights sparkling in the morning sunlight.
    “I was just um, fixing my makeup before I went into work.”
    “Oh.” She looked me up and down, her eyes sliding over my outfit. I couldn’t tell from her face whether she approved or not. “Do you want a coffee?”
    I didn’t want a coffee.